"I had no right to be angry with you, Bruno, but you are wrong about Donna Roma. Believe me, dear friend, cruelly, awfully, terribly wrong."
"You think she is a good woman."
"I know she is, and if I said otherwise, I take it back and am ashamed."
"Beautiful! If I could only believe in her as you do, sir. But I've known her for two years."
"And I've known her for twenty."
"You have?"
"I have. Shall I tell you who she is? She is the daughter of my old friend in England."
"The one who died in Elba?"
"Yes."
"The good man who found you and fed you, and educated you when you were a boy in London?"