human
Who is it? Who is it?
gpt
Little goose! Did I scare you, eh? You weren't expecting me, eh? Why, I've come from the province to be at your marriage----
human
What is it, Maria? demanded the Franciscan, troubled, and losing his gay smile.
gpt
Your hand is cold, you are pale--are you ill, little girl?
human
Won't you confide in your godfather? he asked in a tone of reproach.
gpt
Come, sit down here and tell me your griefs, as you used to do when you were little, and wanted some tapers to make wax dolls. You know I've always loved you--never scolded you----
human
Why do you cry, my child? Have you quarrelled with Linares?
gpt
No; it's not about him--now!
human
And you won't tell me your secrets? Have I not always tried to satisfy your slightest wish?
gpt
My child!
human
Do you still love me?
gpt
Child!
human
Then--protect my father and make him break off my marriage.