My dear, sweet lady, do let me stay.

Pray, why did n't you ask me?
I never have been to a little party like this.

They must be very charming.

No dancing--tea and conversation?
No tea, thank you; but if you could spare a biscuit for Stenterello; a sweet biscuit, please.

Really, why did n't you ask me?
Do you have these things often?
Madame Grandoni, it 's very unkind!" And the young girl, who had delivered herself of the foregoing succession of sentences in her usual low, cool, penetrating voice, uttered these last words with a certain tremor of feeling.