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[With sparkling eyes.] But if you disdain me!

Disdain! I don't understand what you mean!

Oh, you don't know all that might rise up within me, if

If?

If I should ever see that you did not care for me—that you did not love me as you used to.

But, my dearest Rita—years bring a certain change with them—and that must one day occur even in us—as in every one else.

Never in me! And I will not hear of any change in you either—I could not bear it, Alfred. I want to keep you to myself alone.

[Looking at her with concern.] You have a terribly jealous nature

I can't make myself different from what I am. [Threateningly.] If you go and divide yourself between me and any one else