[Christine does not understand this man. He shows no hesitance in dissecting the works of Verdi or Wagner, in picking apart the latest production at the Populaire. His opinions on a great many things are vast and yet on this he is reticent. She cannot help but be frustrated. It seems unfair that she should know so little of someone who has been privy to some of her darkest moments.]

Then you will have to forgive my inability to understand your position. As much as I do wish to do so, I find it impossible without your insight. Of course, this may well be of little concern to you.

Given your low opinion of mankind, however, it surprises me that you ever deigned to befriend a mere ballet girl.