Very well.
I have nothing more to say." "My dear son," said I,--for he is a son to me,--"you are talking nonsense.

How can anybody in your position hope to marry a great lady, who is an heiress?
Is it not true that it is all stuff and nonsense ?" "No, it is not true," cried Nino, setting his square jaw like a bit and speaking through his teeth.

"I am ugly, you say; I am dark, and I have no position, or wealth, or anything of the kind.

I am the son of a peasant and of a peasant's wife.

I am anything you please, but I will marry her if I say I will.