“I don’t want to remain in this house. Take me away from here, Roberto.”
“Doesn’t that seem dangerous to you?”
“Dangerous? For whom? You or me?”
“For both, perhaps.”
“Oh, not for me. I want so much to leave this place, and never see Bernardo,—never have him bother me.”
“He’ll never bother you again.”
“Take me away from here. Take me anywhere.”
“See here, Esther. I’m a man who travels through life over a straight path. That’s my sole strength. I wear blinders, just like horses, and I don’t go off the road. My two ambitions are to make a fortune and marry a good woman. All the rest is, to me, merely a delay in the accomplishment of my aims.”
“And I belong to ... all the rest?”
“Yes. For otherwise you’d make me lose my way.”