“How much?”
“I do not know.”
“Why did you say that there were no more kisses for our love?”
“Because, like Siebel, you are accursed of Mephistopheles. Siebel could not touch a flower without its fading and dying. You have kissed me, and I am fading and dying. There are no more flowers for Margaret, no kisses for our love.”
“I see,” said Andrea, absorbed in a sorrowful dream.
“This is what I have to say to you, we must forget each other.”
“No,” cried Andrea, in a passion.
“Yes, the hard law of duty imposes this upon us.”
“Duty is one thing, love is another.”
“That is why. Do you love Caterina?”