You dare to think that you have power to drag down with you the man who honours me with--" "With his love, you'd say.

Yet he will leave you fretting out your soul until the sharp-edged truth cuts your heart in twain.

Have you no pride?
I care not what you say of me--say your worst, and I will not resent it, for I will still prove that your way lies with me." She gave a bitter sigh, and touched her forehead with trembling fingers.
"If words could prove it, I had been convinced but now, for they are well devised, and they have music too; but such a music, my lord, as would drown the truth in the soul of a woman.

Your words allure, but you have learned the art of words.

You yourself--oh, my lord, you who have tasted all the pleasures of this world, could you then have the heart to steal from one who has so little that little which gives her happiness ?" "You know not what can make you happy--I can teach you that.