I had rather that she should have gone with any other man in the town." "I am sure," said Gigia, with a virtuous toss of the head, "she would not wish to go with any one of them." "And she would wish to go with the Marchese Ludovico! There's all the mischief.

Just what I am afraid of.

I tell you, Gigia, that if the Marchese Lamberto hears of her going off in this manner with his nephew, the game is all up.

He would never forgive it." "You will excuse me, Signor Quinto," said Gigia, with a demure air of speaking modestly on a subject which she perfectly well understood--"You will excuse me, if I tell you that I know a great deal better than that.
There's men, Signor Quinto, who are in love because they like it; and there's others who are in love whether they like it or no, because they can't help themselves!" "And you fancy the Marchese Lamberto is one of those who can't help himself, eh ?" grumbled Quinto discontentedly.
"If I ever saw a man who was so limed that he couldn't help himself, it's that poor creature of a Marchese! He's caught safe enough, you may take my word for that, Signor Quinto.

He's caught, and can't budge, I tell you--hand nor foot, body nor soul! Lord bless you, I know 'em.