"No one can detain me, no one."
"Anna, forget that I have spoken to you of love."
"I have forgotten it. Good-bye."
"You musn't go like this. You are too much agitated."
"No, I am calm. Listen, will you do me a favour? You repeated some verses to me one evening at Sorrento—some French verses—do you remember?"
"Yes. Baudelaire's 'Harmonie du Soir,'" he answered, surprised by her question.
"Have you the volume?"
"Yes."
"Take it, and copy that poem for me. Afterwards I will say good-bye."