"You are not to blame, not in the least."
"But what is it that you are in trouble about, Anna? Who has been making you miserable, my poor fond soul? Whose fault is it? Who is to blame? Cesare?"
"No, I am to blame, I only."
"And Cesare—you admit it."
"No."
"Cesare is an infamous scoundrel, and I know it," he exclaimed.
"It is I who am infamous."
"I don't believe you. I should believe no one who said that, Anna."
"I must be infamous, since I alone am unhappy. I must go."
"Will you come back?—to-morrow? Anna, you are so sad, you are in such distress, I can't let you go."