"Do you not hear?
It is decided! Do you wish to rob her of her courage, and see her tremble?
It's her scheme and mine: a case where an old head approves a young one.

The Chief says Yes! and you bellow still! Is it a Milanese trick?
Be silent." "Be silent!" echoed Carlo.

"Do you remember the beast Marschatska's bet ?" The allusion was to a black incident concerning a young Italian ballet girl who had been carried off by an Austrian officer, under the pretext of her complicity in one of the antecedent conspiracies.
"He rendered payment for it," said Agostino.
"He perished; yes! as we shake dust to the winds; but she!--it's terrible! You place women in the front ranks--girls! What can defenceless creatures do?
Would you let the van-regiment in battle be the one without weapons?
It's slaughter.

She's like a lamb to them.

You hold up your jewel to the enemy, and cry, 'Come and take it.' Think of the insults! think of the rough hands, and foul mouths! She will be seized on the boards--" "Not if you keep your tongue from wagging," interposed Ugo Corte, fevered by this unseasonable exhibition of what was to him manifestly a lover's frenzied selfishness.