human
She knows there is nothing more delicious; it is only the Anglo-mania which prevents her doing as we do. I can forgive Kitty--but you, Bice!
gpt
Why should the signorina have Anglo-mania? he said hotly.
human
At any rate the signore has just said there are no such figs in England.
gpt
Ah, why, why, why? cried out the girl gaily.
human
Do not let us ask questions or find fault. Do you know, Giovanni, that it is absolutely delicious here in your old farm garden. I did not think it had been half so pleasant.
gpt
Yet you have been here before,
human
Was it it like this? Then I must have forgotten. There is nothing so nice at our _podere_.
gpt
Have you a farm?
human
Yes, she said, with a little shy stiffness in her manner.
gpt
It is in another direction.
human
And who manages it?
gpt
Bice is really padrona. But the contadino, who is the tenant, manages it; you know that is the custom here. He pays us half of everything, the live stock and the crops.