Ida.
I could not breathe without you.
William.
That is what one fancies—
Ida.
No, no, no, William!—
William.
But to love like that, would be a kind of madness. One shouldn’t put everything on the turn of one card.
Ida.
I—don’t quite understand you.
Ida.
I could not breathe without you.
William.
That is what one fancies—
Ida.
No, no, no, William!—
William.
But to love like that, would be a kind of madness. One shouldn’t put everything on the turn of one card.
Ida.
I—don’t quite understand you.