e couldn't. It's fever.
Assunta. She could have left her maid.
Giacomo. Thank the holy father she didn't!
Assunta. And without a word of language to make herself understood.
Giacomo. She can learn, can't she?
Assunta. And with the cook gone, too! It's a great task for us.
Giacomo. You'd better be about it!... Going walking alone in the hills! And calling me "Excellency." There's no telling what Americans will do.
Assunta. She didn't know any better. When she has been here a week she won't call you Excellency"! I must make macaroni for dinner.
Giacomo. Ma che! Macaroni? Roast chicken and salad.
Assunta. Niente! Macaroni!
Giacomo. Roast chicken! You are a pretty one to take the place of the cook!
Assunta. Roast chicken then! But what are you standing here for in the hall polishing spoons? If the Contessa could see you!
Assunta dragged her husband by the hem of his white apron through the great marble-paved dining-room out into t