Not read it! (_Less violently_.) Not read it! (_Sorrowfully, and wiping away a tear_.) Not even read it! MARINELLI. From preoccupation, I am certain, not contempt. ORSINA (_with pride_). Contempt! Who thought of such a thing? To whom do you use the term? Marinelli, your comfort is impertinent. Contempt! Contempt! To me! (_In a milder tone_.) It is true that he no longer loves me. That is certain. And in place of love something else has filled his soul. It is natural. But why should this be contempt? Indifference would be enough. Would it not, Marinelli? MARINELLI. Certainly, certainly. ORSINA (_with a scornful look_). Certainly! What an oracle, who can be made to say what one pleases! Indifference in the place of love!--That means nothing in the place of something. For learn, thou mimicking court-parrot, learn from a woman, that indifference is but an empty word, a mere sound which means nothing. The mind can only be indifferent to objects of which it does not think; to things which for itself have no existence. Only indifferent for a thing that is nothing--that is as much as saying not indifferent. Is that meaning beyond thee, man? MARINELLI (_aside_). Alas! how prophetic were my fears? ORSINA. What do you mutter? MARINELLI. Mere admiration! Who does not know, Countess, that you are a philosopher? ORSINA. Am I not? True; I am a philosopher. But have I now shown it; ah, shame! If I have shown it, and have often done so, it were no wonder if the Prince despised me. How can man love a creature which, in spite of him, will _think_? A woman who thinks is as silly as a man who uses paint. She ought to laugh--do nothing but laugh, that the mighty lords of the creation may be kept in good humour--What makes me laugh now, Marinelli? Why, the accidental circumstance that I should have written to the Prince to come hither--that he should not have read my letter and nevertheless have come. Ha! ha! ha! 'Tis an odd accident, very pleasant and amusing. Why don't you laugh, Marinelli? The mighty lords of the creation may laugh, though we poor creatures dare not think. (_In a serious and commanding tone_.) Then laugh, you! MARINELLI. Presently, Countess, presently. ORSINA.