I know what you are going to say, and I have made up my mind." "Have you?
That will save me infinite trouble.

I am so glad." "Are you really?
Do you know what I mean ?" "Of course.

You are going to marry San Miniato, and we have the best excuse in the world for going to Paris to see about your trousseau." "I will not marry San Miniato," said Beatrice.

"I have made up my mind that I will not." The Marchesa started slightly as she took her cigarette from her lips, and turned her head slowly so that she could look into Beatrice's eyes.
"You are engaged to marry him," she said slowly.

"You cannot break your word.