She always tells me that I am to send her away when I am tired of her, to throw her away like an old coat, as she says herself.

But I could never do that, you know.

Could I ?" Marcello blushed again, hardly knowing why.

Corbario seemed deeply interested.
"She must be a very unusual sort of girl," he observed thoughtfully.
"There are not many like her, I fancy." "There is nobody like her," Marcello answered with conviction.

"That is why I want to marry her.