She will not count her own soul for him she loves, no, not if the saints in Paradise came down weeping and begging her to think of her salvation.

And that is a great sin, I suppose." Marcello looked at her, thinking that she was beautiful, and he said nothing.
"But perhaps a man cannot love like that," she added presently.

"So what is the use of my asking you whether you love me?
You love Aurora too, I daresay! Such as your man's love is, and of its kind, you have enough for two!" Marcello smiled.
"I do not love Aurora now," he said.
"But you have, for you talked to her in your fever, and perhaps you will again, or perhaps you wish to marry her.

How can I tell what you think?
She is prettier than I, for she has fair hair.

I knew she had.