Fran. But you told me ... (Comes out on the stage, followed by a pillow thrown by Giuliano. Mutters to himself:) After all, the proverb is right, “Let sleeping dogs lie.”
Luisa. Really, in this house we are not likely to die of melancholy. Come, Lauretta, and help me to get my dress on.
(Exeunt Luisa and Lauretta.)
Fran. As I’ve nothing to do, I might as well go to my room and sleep a little. By Jove! I think it’s raining. (Goes to look out of window.) Yes, indeed, that’s good! I wonder how the mistress will manage to go to that dance.
Luisa (within). Francesco!
Fran. Yes, ma’am.
Luisa. Is it raining?
Fran. I’m afraid so.... If you’ll allow me, ma’am, I’ll go away to my room; you can give a call whenever you want me.
Luisa. Yes, yes, you may go. (Exit Francesco.)
(Enter Cavallotto.)