'Does she love you?'
'Yes, she loves me.'
'You are a liar, sir!' the Marquis di Formosa answered, in a deep voice.
'Why insult me?' asked the doctor, determined to stand everything. 'An insult is no answer.'
'I tell you that you are lying, and that you have no ground for saying you are loved.'
'Your daughter told me that she loves me.'
'That is all lies.'
'She wrote it to me.'
'Lies. Where are the letters?'
'I will bring them.'