— I love you. You may as well take my heart Catherine it's already full of you.
— Please go!
— What is it? What's wrong my dear?
— You know nothing about me….you've known me only three weeks!
— Three weeks? Catherine I've known you all my life.
— All your life?..
— It's true, when I heard beautiful music I thought, 'she'd like that'. I looked at flowers knowing that one day I'd give them to you.
— Oh stop, stop.
— But for my heart there is another love that must come before you, my country.