"More than at Naples."
"And why?"
"I don't know. I carry my unhappiness with me."
"Did you imagine that Sorrento would make over the man you love?"
"I hoped——"
"Nothing can make that man over. He's not bad perhaps; but he's what he is."
"It's true."
"Why, then, do you seek the impossible?" he went on.
"And you—aren't you seeking the impossible?" she retorted.
"Yes. But I stop at wishing for it. You see how reasonable I am. You are sad, very sad, Anna, and not for my sake, for another's; yet I should be so happy if I could help you or comfort you in any way."