Women are such extraordinary creatures!" "Woman," said Octave, "resembles a pendulum, whose movement is a continual reaction; when it moves to the right, it has to go to the left in order to return to the right again, and so on.

Suppose virtue is on one side and love on the other, and the feminine balance between them, the odds are that, having moved to the right in a violent manner, it will return none the less energetically to the left; for the longer a vibration has been, the greater play the contrary vibration has.

In order to hasten the action of this pendulum I am about to attach to it--to act as extra balance-weight--a little anguish which I ought to have employed sooner." "Why make her suffer, since you believe that she loves you ?" "Why?
Because she drives me to it.

Do you fancy that I torture her willingly; that I take pleasure in seeing her cheeks grow pale from insomnia and her eyes show traces of tears?
I love her, I tell you; I suffer and weep with her.

But I love her, and I must make sure of her love.