While there was some truth to her words, Aloysia always had an underlying motive. In this case, she wanted to make him hers because he was so divine. The Orpheus, literally at her fingertips. Suddenly his hands were gone and she clasped her own together, his words sinking in. Eurydice.UGH! When would it be Aloysia's turn to be loved and adored? It wasn't fair!. One might say she was jealous of the old Greek nymph. Certainly, Eurydice was pretty, but she was nothing compared to Aloysia. "Oh, please don't go!" she pleaded. "I only mean well and I truly do love your music. It's quite literally divine."