what’s at the root of it all?”
“I don’t understand you.”
“Perhaps he really doesn’t understand me! They do say that you are a — you know what! She loves another — there, you can understand that much!
Just as I love her, exactly so she loves another man. And that other man is — do you know who? It’s you. There — you didn’t know that, eh?”
“You, you! She has loved you ever since that day, her birthday! Only she thinks she cannot marry you, because it would be the ruin of you. ‘Everybody knows what sort of a woman I am,’ she says.