"You are quite mistaken. I'm anything rather than a superior being. I'm a human earthly woman, like all others—more than others."
"Then why do you suffer?"
"Because love is very bitter."
"What love?"
"All love. It is bitterer than aloes, bitterer than gall, bitter in life and in death."
There was another outburst of applause, and the crowd began to move. The races of the first day were over.
Anna looked for her husband. He appeared presently, with Laura on his arm.
"You leave your wife to the most melancholy solitude," said Caracciolo, laughing.
"I was sure you would keep her company, you're such a true friend to me," laughed Cesare.