She is at the impressionable age when young women fall easy victims to the allurements of a fascinating creature like Pasquale.

If he showed himself in the light of a possible husband for Carlotta, I should have nothing to say.

I should give the pair my paternal benediction.

But I know my Renaissance and I know my Pasquale.

Carlotta is merely a new sensation--that's all he seems to live for, the delectable scoundrel.
But I am not going to have her heart broken by any cinquecento wolf in Poole's clothing.