“Yes,” she said with candour.
“To tell you what in the name of Emilio Guasco?”
“To tell me that you no longer love me.”
“It is false, I swear!” exclaimed Marco Fiore, with vehemence.
“To suggest to me that I no longer love you.”
“Swear that it is false.”
“I swear it,” she replied, with a grave voice.
“And then? and then?”
“And then, as our love had been killed, it was necessary and right to re-enter the lawful, to re-enter the moral, to resume my place in society, to return esteemed, respected, honoured.”
“That is to say?”