Anna. There was one of my letters in that wallet, wasn't there?
Paolo. Yes, there was.
Anna. You have read it?
Paolo. Yes.
Anna. I have killed a man and you embrace me for that?
Paolo. I did not want to. I was tempted not to tell you. Mario advised me not to. Then when I saw you—you filled me with tenderness! But what did you say, Anna?
Anna. Pardon me. And promise me that you will never speak of all this again, either here or hereafter, directly or indirectly—never.
Paolo. I promise.
Anna. You will not keep your promise.
Paolo. Oh!