"You mean to show me by your face that you give me no hope.

I should have known that by other things I have seen here.

God knows, I have seen enough! But I meant to find you alone.

I went to your home, I saw you go out, I followed you, I entered here--I heard all--and I understood, for I know your power, as this man cannot know it.

Do you wonder that I followed you?
Do you despise me?
Do you think I still care, because you do?
Love is stronger than the woman loved and for her we do deeds of baseness, unblushingly, which she would forbid our doing, and for which she despises us when she hates us, and loves us the more dearly when she loves us at all.