“You see my lover is only without money by chance; he has a bill of exchange for a large amount.”
“I believe it to be a forgery.”
“You are really too cruel.”
“Not at all; I only wish I were mistaken, but I am sure of the contrary. Twenty years ago I should have taken it for a good one, but now it’s another thing, and if the bill is a good one, why did he not negotiate it at Sienna, Florence, or Leghorn?”
“It may be that he had not the time; he was in such a hurry to be gone. Ah! if you knew all!”
“I only want to know what you like to tell me, but I warn you again that what I say is no vague suspicion but hard fact.”
“Then you persist in the idea that he does not love me.”
“Nay, he loves you, but in such a fashion as to deserve hatred in return.”
“How do you mean?”
“Would you not hate a man who loved you only to traffic in your charms?”