"Do not flatter yourself your little humours frighten me.

I suppose you intend to follow ?" "Yes," answered Saracinesca, shortly; he was beginning to weary of Donna Tullia's manner of taking him to task.
"You had much better come with us, and leave the poor foxes alone.
Valdarno is going to drive us round by the cross-roads to the Capannelle.
We will have a picnic lunch, and be home before three o'clock." "Thanks very much.

I cannot let my horse shirk his work.

I must beg you to excuse me--" "Again ?" exclaimed Donna Tullia.

"You are always making excuses." Then she suddenly changed her tone, and looked down.