You are breathing upon me so strangely.

Eh, I should not have seen you! What are you to me?
It would be better for me to go away, it seems." "Wait, dearest, don't go away!" said the woman, hastily, holding out her hand to him.

"Why so severe?
Do not be angry at me! What am I to you?
You need a different friend, a woman just as simple-minded and sound-souled as you are.

She must be gay, healthy.

I--I am already an old woman.