But che vuole?
There was the Conte Leandro waiting for the coach, and standing at the door as I got out of it, more dead than alive! And there was no way of getting rid of him.

I was forced to tell him, in a word, that our hopes were crowned with success.

He faithfully promised to keep the fact secret.

But, doubtless, all the town knows it by this time! Che vuole ?" "E naturale! e naturale!" returned the Marchese, with a graceful wave of his hand; "naturally they are all anxious to know the result of our impresario's labours.

And I was not left in ignorance.