I cannot bear to see him running into a dangerous and hopeless passion, from which he may issue only to find himself grown suddenly old and bitter, disappointed and miserable for the rest of his life.

I believe you to be a very good woman; I cannot look at you and doubt the truth of anything you tell me.

If he loves you, you have influence over him.

If you have influence, use it for his good; use it to break down this mad love of his, to show him his own folly--to save him, in short, from his fate.

Do you understand me?
Do I ask too much ?" Corona understood well enough--far too well.