I will tell you what she is like.
My daughter--yes!--she has fine eyes, but she has the tongue of the--" "Of her father," suggested Gianbattista, suddenly frowning.
"Yes--of her father, without her father's sense," cried Marzio angrily.
"With her eyes, those fine eyes!--those eyes!--you want to marry her.

If you wish to take her away, you may, and good riddance.

I want no daughter; there are too many women in the world already.

They and the priests do all the harm between them, because the priests know how to think too well, and women never think at all.

I wish you good luck of your marriage and of your wife.