'My lord, you will ruin her.'
'I am saving her. I assure her immortal fame and immortal life.'
'My lord, I beg, you see how I implore, I who have never prayed to anyone. Don't say "No" so obstinately without even consulting Bianca Maria. You are preparing a new, heavy sorrow for her. You give me no chance of living for her, and insult me, an honest man, like this for no reason. I beg you think over it; don't make up your mind at once.'
'To-morrow or any other time would be the same. It is "No"—always "No"; nothing else but "No." You will not get Donna Bianca Maria Cavalcanti,' he said, grinning devilishly.
'Think it over, my lord. If you still say "No" to me, I must go away for ever. Do not sever our ties so roughly.'
'You are free to go as far as you like. We will not see each other again. Perhaps it would have been better had we never met.'
'That is true. I am going.'
'Go, certainly. Good-bye, sir.'
'Before going away, however, I want to question your daughter here, before you. We are not in the Middle Ages; a girl's will goes for something, too.'
'It does not.'