But Concetta turned to her cousin with her sweetest smile: “Tancredi, as we passed we saw a wooden beam on the ground in front of Ginestra’s house. Go and fetch it, it’ll get you in all the quicker.” Tancredi’s blue eyes clouded over and his face went red as a poppy, either from shame or from anger. He tried to say something to the surprised Prince, but Concetta interrupted again, acidly now, and without a smile: “Let him be, Father, he’s only joking; he’s been in one convent already, that ought to be enough for him; it’s not right for him to enter one of ours.”
Touché!
