_Crispino._ Do you know where Signor Evarist is?
_Limonato._ I! why should I? I am not his servant.
_Crispino._ Don't excite yourself thus. Might he not happen to be at your place?
_Crispino._ Out upon you, you lemonade manufacturer!
_Crispino._ Wait till your shoes want cobbling again. [_Exit._
_Limonato._ The wretch! Shall I tell him Signor Evarist is in our garden? No, he is only just comforted, why disturb him again? Hi, host!
_Coronato._ [_At his door._] What would you?
_Limonato._ Signor Evarist sends me. Tell the Baron he is not to wait dinner for him; he is busy, and does not wish to be disturbed.
_Coronato._ Tell him the notice comes too late. The Baron has nearly done his dinner.
_Coronato._ And if you hear that some one has found a fan, let me know.
_Limonato._ With pleasure. Have you lost one?
_Coronato._ Yes; I don't know how. A rogue carried it off, and my stupid cellarman can't tell me who came to fetch wine. But if I discover him, then--Good-day. [_Exit._
_The_ Count _at the window of the inn. The above._
_Count._ I heard Limonato's voice. Hi, Limonato!
_Count._ For me and the Baron. [_Disappears._]
_Limonato._ At once!--[_Aside._] Now I know the Baron is inside and pays, he shall have the coffee.
_Nina._ Is Signor Evarist still with you?
_Limonato._ There is the café, if he were there, you would see him.
_Limonato._ Bah! I don't know anything. [_Exit._
_Nina._ Rude fellow! And people say I am irritable! How can I help it, when all tease, all maltreat me?--those ladies, that creature over there, Coronato, Moracchio, Limonato, and Crispino. I can bear it no longer.
Evarist _running excitedly out of the café. The above._
_Evarist._ [_To_ Nina.] There she is, there she is! Now I am happy!
_Evarist._ Oh, Nina, I am the happiest, the most contented man in the world!
_Nina._ I am glad to hear it. I hope, then, you will make up to me for all I have had to endure on your account.
_Evarist._ Anything you wish! Know, Nina, that they suspected that I loved you. Signorina Candida knew I had given you the fan, thought I had bought it for you, was jealous of me, was jealous of you!
_Evarist._ Precisely; and to avenge herself, and in despair, she was about to marry another. She saw me, and fell down lifeless in a faint. Happily, a moment after her aunt left the house, Candida went into the garden. I climbed over the hedge, sprang over the wall, fell at her feet, wept, swore, implored, called all the saints to witness, and convinced her. She is mine, is mine, and will be mine in all eternity!