"I wish I were thirty myself." "I am glad you are not," said she.

"Now listen.

You are completely in my power, do you understand?
Yes.

And you are apparently very much in love with my young friend, the Contessina di Lira"-- Nino sprang to his feet, his face white again, but with rage this time.
"Signora," he cried, "this is too much! It is insufferable! Good-morning," and he made as though he would go.
"Very well," said the baroness; "then I will go to the Graf and explain who you are.

Ah--you are calm again in a moment?
Sit down.