— How she must have loved him, to give up everything. The duke, the castle, the horses and the hounds.
— And for what? Two weeks of shameless passion.
— Two glorious weeks!
— It was a terrible scandal, and it had to lead to a terrible end.
— But it was worth it. What woman could ask for more than to die together with her lover? Buried under an avalanche, locked in each other's arms forever.
— Nonsense. They'll thaw out this summer, and that will be it.
— Papa, how can you be so cruel? Don't you have any sympathy?
— I do. My sympathy is with the duke. And the horses and the hounds.