Giu. Thanks for the trouble, my dear fellow. Come along, Luisa. (Gives her his arm.)
Mar. But—one moment!
Luisa. What is it?
Mar. I am truly grieved.... But I must....
Giu. But what is it all about?
Mar. One of the two cabmen we were counting on is away, ... and the other....
Luisa. That is our Cavallotto; he is here, surely?
Mar. But one of his horses is ill, and cannot be harnessed. The rain continues to come down in torrents; and as we saw there was no help for it, we determined to give up the idea of the dance, and have one instead when you come again.
Luisa. The dance, then....
Giu. There is none?