I am sorry to have you mixed up in it." "You are sorry?
How good of you! How paternal!" "If your husband were here--" "If my husband were here, you would probably be his best friend," she rejoined, with acid sweetness; "and I should still have to take care of myself." Had he no sense of what was possible to leave unsaid to a woman?
She was very angry, though she was also a little sorry for him; for perhaps in the long run he would be in the right.

But he must pay for his present stupidity.
"You wrong me," he answered, with a quick burst of feeling.

"You are most unfair.

You punish me because I do my public duty; and because I would do anything in the world for you, you punish me the more.

Have you forgotten two years ago?
Is it so easy to your hand, a true and constant admiration, a sincere homage, that you throw it aside like--" "Monsieur De la Riviere," she said, with exasperating deliberation, her eyes having a dangerous light, "your ten minutes is more than up.