His elder was provoked enough by his deadness of enthusiasm, and that the boy should dare to stalk on a bare egoistical lover's sentiment to be critical of him, Agostino, struck him as monstrous.

With the treachery of controlled rage, Agostino drew near him, and whispered some sentences in his ear.
Agostino then called him his good Spartan boy for keeping brave countenance.

'Wait till you comprehend women philosophically.

All's trouble with them till then.

At La Scala tonight, my sons! We have rehearsed the fiasco; the Tedeschi perform it.