Is there any person whom you, my Luigi, like best in the world ?" It was a winning question, and though Luigi was not the dupe of its insinuating gentleness, he answered, "The little girl who carries flowers every morning to the caffe La Scala." "Ah! the little girl who carries flowers every morning to the caffe La Scala.

Now, my Luigi, you may fail me, and I may pardon you.

Listen attentively: if you are false; if you are guilty of one piece of treachery:--do you see?
You can't help slipping, but you can help jumping.

Restrain yourself from jumping, that's all.

If you are guilty of treachery, hurry at once, straight off, to the little girl who carries flowers every morning to the caffe La Scala.