I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I wept… when he was thrown in prison and then was so mad because I was afraid my eyes and nose would be red. My father had said we would go backstage to his dressing room right after the play and so we did. I guess my eyes and nose couldn’t have been red after all. I was really very pretty then, actually and he was handsomer than my wildest dreams. He was different… different from all ordinary men, like someone from another world. I fell in love right then. So did he. He told me afterwards. I forgot all about becoming a nun. Or a concert pianist. All I wanted was to be his wife.