Papa--" the girl hesitated.
"What is the matter ?" "Papa, you are not angry any more as you were last night ?" "Angry?
No.

What makes you ask such a question?
I was not angry last night, and I am not angry now.

Who put the idea into your head ?" "I am so glad," answered Lucia.

"Not with me, not with Tista?
I am so glad! Where is Tista, papa ?" "I have not the slightest idea.

You will probably not see Tista any more, nor Gianbattista, nor his excellency the Signorino Bordogni" Lucia turned suddenly pale, and rested her hand upon the old straw chair on which Don Paolo had sat during his visit.
"What is this?
What do you tell me?
Not see Tista ?" she asked quickly.
"Gianbattista had the bad taste to attack me this morning--here--in my own studio," said Marzio, turning round and facing his daughter.