You do trust me, non e vero?
I must put off this marriage; then find means to break it.

And, after all, what can my uncle do?
I am dependent on him while he lives; but I must succeed to all he has when he dies.

My promised wife! Are you mine--mine for ever?
Will you now put your dear little hand in mine, and promise me, and have faith in me, and wait for me, and have patience till I can see my way, and love me all the time, my own--my darling ?" "I am your own, Ludovico;--yours, any way: to live for you, if such a lot may be mine; to die still yours, if it may not! Wait! Patience! What shall tire my patience?
So I know that you are loving me--me only--all the time, I shall ask nothing more! But, oh, I am so frightened! And then I shall be a cause of such mischief and trouble to you.

Would it not have been better for you if you had never seen poor Paolina ?" "No, no, no, no! It would have been a thousand million times worse for me! Be of good heart, my treasure; nothing can hurt you.

We must keep our secret for a while; and nothing will hurt me, if we manage well.