Scene IV Zerbinette, Silvestre
SIL. Where are you running away to? Do you know that the man you were speaking to is your lover’s father?
ZER. I have just begun to suspect that it was so; and I related to him his own story without knowing who he was.
SIL. What do you mean by his story?
ZER. Yes; I was so full of that story that I longed to tell it to somebody. But what does it matter? So much the worse for him. I do not see that things can be made either better or worse.
SIL. You must have been in a great hurry to chatter; and it is indiscretion, indeed, not to keep silent on your own affairs.
ZER. Oh! he would have heard it from somebody else.