Now, the real question is--at least, it seems to me so--you don't mind my talking to you just as I would to myself, do you?
Very well.

If I were in your position, I should ask myself, as a man of honour, whether I really loved her as much as she loved me, or whether I had only been taken off my feet by her beauty.

Don't misunderstand me, my boy! I should feel that if I were not quite sure of that, I ought not to marry her, because it would be much worse for her in the end than if we parted.

Have you ever asked yourself that question, Marcello ?" "Yes, I have." Marcello spoke in a low voice, and bent his head, as if he were not sure of the answer.

Corbario, satisfied with the immediate effect of his satanic speech, waited a moment, sighed, looked down at his cigar, and then went on in gentle tones.
"That is so often the way," he said.