“This evening? Where?”
“I don’t know. Far away. Together. Somewhere where there are not these infamous persons and horrible annoyances, Maria. Far away, where your soul and your person may be only mine, without remorse, without reproach, without remembrances. Together, away from here, far off.”
“Let us go, Marco.”
“You follow me with desire, with enthusiasm?”
“With desire, with enthusiasm.”
“As if you were leaving for ever, never more to return?”
“As if I were going to love and to death, Marco.”
“This evening, Maria?”
“This evening.”
“But I am not going to leave you to-day. I can’t leave you. I am frightened that you may not come. I am frightened that I may lose you, Maria.”