'You have committed a great fault, Bianca Maria.'
'We are all apt to do that,' she said in a low tone, looking at Amati to gain courage.
'But there is something much worse. He says that you love him. I told him that he lied—that you could not love him.'
'Why did you call him a liar?'
'Can you possibly ask me, Bianca Maria? Is it possible that you are so lost to all sense of shame and modesty as to love him and tell him so?'
'My mother loved you also, and told you so: she was a modest woman.'
'Keep to the point—do not call witnesses. Answer me, your father. Do you love this doctor?'
'Yes, I love him,' she said, opening out her arms.
'I will never forgive you for saying so, Bianca Maria!'
'May God be more merciful than you, father!'