I tell you, boy, I can--" "For heaven's sake, _padre mio_, do precisely as you are inclined.

I never said--" "Never said what?
Why are you always quarrelling with me ?" roared his father, who had not lost his temper for two days, and missed his favourite exercise.
"What day shall we fix upon ?" asked Giovanni, unmoved.
"Day! Any day.

What do I care?
Oh!--well, since you speak of it, you might say a week from Sunday.

To-day is Friday.

But I do not care in the least." "Very well--if Corona can get ready." "She shall be ready--she must be ready!" answered the old gentleman, in a tone of conviction.