"I don't know yet what I myself want," said Urania, weeping. "I don't know, I don't know."
Cornélie shrugged her shoulders:
"You're more sensible than I thought," she said.
"Are you really my friend? Can I trust you? Can I trust your advice?"
"I won't advise you again. I have advised you. You must know your own mind."
Urania took her hand:
"Which would you prefer, that I accepted Gilio ... or not?"
Cornélie looked her straight in the eyes:
"You're making yourself unhappy about nothing. You think—and the marchesa probably thinks with you—that I want to take Gilio from you? No, darling, I wouldn't marry Gilio if he were king and emperor. I have a bit of the socialist in me: I don't marry for the sake of a title."
"No more would I."