“Exactly.”
“To make me wretched at the end of a fortnight.”
“To love you till death, and to obey your slightest wishes.”
“My slightest wishes?”
“Yes, for to me they would be inviolable laws.”
“Would you settle in Milan?”
“Certainly, if you made that a condition of my happiness.”
“What amuses me in all this is that you are deceiving me without knowing it, if indeed you really love me.”
“Deceiving you without knowing it! That is something new. If I am not aware of it, I am innocent of deceit.”
“I am willing to admit your innocency, but you are deceiving me none the less, for after you had ceased to love me no power of yours could bring love back again.”