Anna. No, it is useless.
Paolo. A useless tragedy, isn't it, Anna?
Anna. Do you require anything more of me?
Paolo [imperiously]. Yes. I want the letters which you wrote to Luciano.
Anna. That is just. I will go and get them. [Exits.]
Paolo. All!
[Anna returns and hands Paolo a key.]
Anna. They're in my desk, in the first drawer at the right. They are tied with a black ribbon.
Paolo. Very well. [Exits.]
Mario. Pardon him, Anna, he does not know what he is doing. He loves you so much? He is rather weak.