A cry of pain burst from her, and she sprang up, horrified, terrified, and tried to leave the room.
"Oh, for mercy's sake, forgive me. Don't go away. Anna, Anna, forgive me if I have offended you. I love you so! If you go away I shall die."
"People don't die for such slight things."
"People die of love."
"Yes. But one must have courage to die."
"Don't let us talk of these dismal things. My love, we mustn't talk of things that will sadden you. Your beautiful face is troubled. Tell me that you forgive me. Do you forgive me?"
"I forgive you."
"I don't believe it. You don't forgive me. You love another."
"No, no—no other."
"And Cesare?"