No, I cannot. And what if I shoot myself? Consuelo, silly girl, I love you unbearably ... unbearably, do you understand? I am probably mad ... and must be taken to a doctor, yanked about, beaten with sticks. Why do I love you so much, Consuelo?
Consuelo
Then, you'd better marry.
Baron
I have had a hundred women, beauties, but I didn't see them. You are the first and I don't see any one else. Who strikes man with love, God or the Devil? The Devil struck me. Let me kiss your hand.
Consuelo
No. [She thinks a while and sighs.]
Baron
Do you think sometimes? What are you thinking about now Consuelo?
Consuelo