"I have insulted you."
"No," said she, "I do not forgive you."
"We have to forgive each other. I forgive you the blow you struck me."
"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."