What do I care?
I have given you my life--what is a little money?
But do not ask me to marry her, your niece, here, under your very roof.

I am not a saint, but I cannot do that!" "No," answered the countess, "we are not saints, you and I, it is true.
For my part, I make no pretences.

But the trouble is desperate, Bosio.

I do not know what to do.

It is desperate!" she repeated with sudden energy.