“I forgive you nothing. I shall never forgive you this evening’s work: not your spying, nor your lack of self-control, nor the rights which you try to claim from me, an unmarried woman—whereas I allow you no rights whatever—nor your attack, nor your knife.”
“Are we enemies then, for good?”
“Yes, for good. I shall leave your house to-morrow.”
“I have done wrong,” he confessed, humbly. “Forgive me. I am hot-blooded.”
“Until now I looked upon you as a gentleman....”
“I am also an Italian.”
“I do not forgive you.”
“I once proved to you that I could be a good friend.”
“This is not the moment to remind me of it.”
“I remind you of everything that might make you more gently disposed towards me.”