When you say you love me, I know what you mean, as a form of words; but nothing more.

You address nothing in my breast, you touch nothing there.

I don't care for what you say at all.

I have tried to warn you of this; now, have I not ?" I said in a miserable manner, "Yes." "Yes.

But you would not be warned, for you thought I did not mean it.
Now, did you not think so ?" "I thought and hoped you could not mean it.