"Oho," Signor Odoardo says to himself, "it is time to have this matter out."
And, going up to Doretta, he takes her by the hand, leads her to the sofa, and lifts her on his knee.
"Now, then, Doretta, why is it that you are so disagreeable to Signora Evelina?"
The little girl, not knowing what to answer, grows red and embarrassed.
"What has Signora Evelina done to you?" her father continues.
"She has n't done anything to me."
"And yet you don't like her."
Profound silence.
"And she likes you so much!"
"I don't care if she does!"
"You naughty child! . . . And what if, one of these days, you had to live with Signora Evelina?"
"I won't live with her—I won't live with her!" the child bursts out.
"Now you are talking foolishly," Signor Odoardo admonishes her in a severe tone, setting her down from his knee.
She bursts into passionate weeping.
"Come, Doretta, come. . . . Is this the way you keep your daddy company? . . . Enough of this, Doretta."
But, say what he pleases, Doretta must have her cry. Her brown eyes are swimming in tears,
