Meanwhile she would get the papers.
"But you would give me the papers, would you not, and leave me to decide whether--Really, Del Ferice," she said, interrupting herself with a nervous laugh, "this is very absurd." "I implore you not to speak of the papers--it is not absurd.

It may seem so to you, but it is life or death to me: death if you refuse me--life if you will speak the word and be mine!" Donna Tullia made up her mind.

He would evidently not give her what she wanted, except in return for a promise of marriage.

She had grown used to him, almost fond of him, in the last year.
"Well, I do not know whether I am right," she said, "but I am really very fond of you; and if you will do all I say--" "Everything, my dear lady; everything in the world I will do, if you will make me so supremely happy," cried Del Ferice, ardently.
"Then--yes; I will marry you.

Only get up and sit upon your chair like a reasonable being.