human
I don't believe it, I don't believe it,
gpt
You don't believe it? But it's his usual habit. Why should he alter it this year?
human
He has me to think of now.
gpt
Ah, dear Anna, dear Anna, he thinks of you so little!
human
Don't call me by my name,
gpt
If Cesare heard me he wouldn't like it--eh?
human
I think so.
gpt
You hope so, dear lady, which is a very different thing. But he's not jealous.
human
No; he's not jealous, she repeated, softly, lost in sorrowful meditations.
gpt
But what man is?
human
He's a man who has never thought of anything but his own pleasure.
gpt
Sad, sad,