He will listen to reason--" "Do you know what he said to me not a quarter of an hour before you came in ?" asked Gianbattista quickly, laying his hand on the priest's arm.
"He said I might have Lucia and welcome if I would kill you! Do you understand?
I wish you could have seen the look in his eyes!" "No, no, my boy--he was angry.

He did not mean it." "Mean it! Bacchus! He would kill you himself if he were not such a dastardly coward!" Don Paolo shook his head with an incredulous smile, and looked kindly into the young man's eyes.
"You have all lost your heads over this unfortunate affair, Tista.

You are all talking of killing each other and yourselves as though it were as simple as 'good-morning.' It is very wrong to talk of such things, and besides, you know, it is not really worth while--" "It seems simple enough to me," answered the young man, frowning and clenching his hand.
"Come with me," urged the other, making as though he would descend the steps.

"Come back to the workshop, and we will talk it all over." "Wait a minute, Don Paolo.

There is one thing--one favour I want to ask of you." Gianbattista lowered his voice.