Paolo. More than I do.
Anna. I did not wish to say—
Paolo. Anna, you do not pardon me for having read those letters.
Anna. You see, you have already begun to speak of them again! Well, no, no, no, poor Paolo, it is not that. I have nothing to pardon. Believe me. I feel no wrath or bitterness. I would have given, I don't know what, if you had ignored them; for you, for your own good, for your peace, not for me. But I felt that some time or other—[Pause.] It has been a useless tragedy—you will see.
Paolo. What do you mean?
Anna. I don't know, don't mind me—excuse me—[Moves up.]
Paolo. Are you going?
Anna. Yes.
Paolo. So you won't tell me if we go to-morrow?
Anna. We have time to decide.