Paolo. I did not ask you anything. Go away. [He takes her by the arm and pushes her out.]
Mario. What has happened?
Paolo. She is insufferable. She isn't listening at the door, is she?
Mario. No, be calm. I hear her in the garden. What has happened. You look worried.
Paolo. [After a pause.] Do you know why Luciano killed himself?
Mario. No.
Paolo. He killed himself for love. For the love of Anna. I have the proofs—they are there. I just found it out to-day, a moment ago. He has killed himself for the love of my wife. You and I were his relatives; he was a companion of my youth, my dearest friend. He tried to force her to love him. Anna repulsed him. He insisted; Anna responded firmly. Highly strung as he was, he killed himself.
Mario. How did you find out?
Paolo. I have the proofs, I tell you. I have been reading them for an hour. I am still stunned! They have been there for a month. You know that as soon as I received the telegram in Milan which announced his suicide in London, I ran to Luciano's room and gathered all his papers, made a packet of them, sealed it and brought them here.
Mario. I told you to burn them.