Goneril, too, was a little bored by the music lesson; but, on the other hand, the walks delighted her.
One day Goneril was out with her friend.
"Are the peasants very much afraid of you, signore?" she asked.
"Am I such a tyrant?" counter-questioned the signorino.
"No; but they are always begging me to ask you things. Angiolino wants to know if he may go for three days to see his uncle at Fiesole."
"Of course"
"But why, then, don't they ask you themselves? Is it they think me so cheeky?"
"Perhaps they think I can refuse you nothing."
"Chè! In that case they would ask Madame Petrucci."
Goneril ran on to pick some china roses. The signorino stopped confounded.