Luisa. But the trunks are locked.
Giu. They can be opened.
Luisa. But do you, or don’t you, understand that the cabman may call for them any moment?
Giu. Send him to the devil! I’ll take that much on myself.
Luisa. Oh! I tell you what, this is mere childishness, and I am not going to be the victim of all your whims and fancies! Now that I’ve nearly killed myself getting things straight, packing and getting ready and all, ... and I’m to upset everything again. I tell you I just won’t do it! I don’t feel fit for it, and I tell you I’m not going to open a single trunk,—so there! (Walks up and down.)
Giu. You’re not going to undo anything?
Luisa. I’m not.
Giu. Quite sure?
Luisa. Absolutely.
Giu. Then I will. (Opens a trunk.)