"Carmina has had a bad night." "I shall be at the house in half an hour!" Ovid eagerly assured her.
The duenna shook her forefinger impatiently.

"She doesn't want a doctor.
She wants a friend, when I am gone.

What is her life here?
A new life, among new people.

Don't speak! She's frightened and miserable.

So young, so shy, so easily startled.