“I love you, dearest Ignazia, and I hope not to be damned for my love. I cannot see you without loving you and to this love some positive proof is essential; otherwise, I am unhappy. If I go you say you will be unhappy, and if I stay it is I that will be unhappy, my health will be ruined. But tell me which I shall do stay or go? Say.”
“Stay.”
“Then you must be as loving and tender as you were before.”
“Alas! I promised to commit that sin no more. I tell you to stay, because I am sure that in eight or ten days we shall have become so accustomed to one another that I shall be able to love you like a father, and you will be able to take me in your arms without any amorous sentiments.”
“Are you sure of this?”
“Yes, dearest, quite sure.”
“You make a mistake.”
“Let me be mistaken, and believe me I shall be glad to be mistaken.”
“Unhappy devotee!”
“Why unhappy?”