"It is good when one has a light heart, but my heart is as heavy as a stone.

What am I good for?
Kill me.

It will be better.

Then you will live." "I should have died without you long ago.

You saved my life." "To take it again! To let you consume yourself, so that I may see the world! What do I care for the world, if you are not well?
Let us go away quickly." "Next week, if you like." "No! To-morrow!" "Without waiting to hear Melba ?" "Yes--to-morrow!" "Or Sarah Bernhardt in Sardou's new play ?" "To-morrow! To-morrow morning, early! What is anything compared with your getting well ?" "And your new summer costume that Doucet has not finished?
How about that ?" Marcello laughed gaily and emptied his glass.