And all this is the price she will haf to pay for her--_trust_! Give it up, give it up--set her free." Max flung himself into a chair, leaning his arms wearily on the table, and stared straight in front of him, his eyes dark with pain.
"I can't," he said, in a low voice.

"Not now.

I meant to--I tried to--but now she has promised and I can't let her go.

Good God, _Maestro_!"-- a sudden ring of passion in his tones--"Must I give up everything?
Am I to have nothing in the world?
Always to be a tool and never live an individual man's life of my own ?" Baroni's face softened a little.
"One cannot escape one's destiny," he said sadly.

"_Che sara sara_.