I know how dreadful this loss seems to you, but you must be stronger.' He stood between her and the table on which the parchment lay, and waved her back as she approached.

Adela's voice trembled, but there was not a note in it that he could resent.
'You wrong yourself, and you are cruel to me.

How could I live with you if you did such a thing?
How could I remain in this house when it was no longer yours?
It is impossible, a thousand times impossible.

You _cannot_ mean it! If you do this in spite of everything I can say, you are more cruel than if you raised your hand and struck me.

You make my life a shame; you dishonour and degrade me.' 'That's all nonsense,' he replied sullenly, the jealous motive possessing him again at the sight of her gleaming eyes.