"In what?"
"In your spirit."
"Why, what would you do in my place?"
"I would not write to the Pope."
"That's what you would not do. What would you do?"
"Settle it by amicable agreement."
"But Isabella will not be amicable!"
"If she will not, that is her fault."
"Certainly! And so it is her fault."
"Well, my dear Giulia, I would not trouble myself so for all the pearls and diamonds in the world. What are they, but so much dust? If you throw them into a crucible, they will lose all their beauty, and—"