Beatrice gathered her light skirt in her hand as she passed Ruggiero's newly painted skiff, for she was familiar enough with boats to know that the oil might still be fresh.
"It is quite dry, Excellency," he said.

"The boat belongs to me." Beatrice turned with a smile, looked at it and then at Ruggiero.
"What did I tell you the other day, Ruggiero ?" she asked, still smiling.
"You were to call me Signorina.

Do you remember ?" "Yes, Signorina.

I beg pardon." Beatrice saw that Teresina had not yet left the cabin with her bag, and that Bastianello was loitering before the door, pretending or really trying to help her.
"Do you know what Teresina has been telling me, Ruggiero ?" asked Beatrice, stopping entirely and turning towards him as they stood in the narrow way between Ruggiero's boat and the one lying next to her.
"Of Bastianello, Signorina ?" "Yes.

That she wants to marry him.