He does this because he possesses no soul, being a mere elemental mirror of the outward world, while of the world within he can give no reflection.

Then, too, he sometimes observes that you are displeased with me, that in my childish weakness I weep at this, and that Bertalda, it may be, laughs at the same moment.

Hence it is that he imagines all is wrong with us, and in various ways mixes with our circle unbidden.

What do I gain by reproving him, by showing displeasure, and sending him away?
He does not believe a word I say.

His poor nature has no idea that the joys and sorrows of love have so sweet a resemblance, and are so intimately connected that no power on earth is able to separate them.