“How can he know you enough to love you?”
“Father,” said Ginevra, with a gesture of impatience, “whether he loves me or not, if I love him—”
“You love him?” cried Piombo.
Ginevra bent her head softly.
“You love him more than you love us?”
“The two feelings cannot be compared,” she replied.
“Is one stronger than the other?”
“I think it is,” said Ginevra.
“You shall not marry him,” cried the Corsican, his voice shaking the window-panes.
“I shall marry him,” replied Ginevra, tranquilly.