"I have never deceived anyone in my life before....

How could I live a lie?
...

married to you, yet seemingly a girl....

Whilst in three months...." She paused in her eagerness, for he had jumped to his feet and was now standing before her, a rigid, statuesque figure, with head bent and arms hanging inert by his side.
"You do not love me, Suzanne," he said with an infinity of sadness, which went straight to her own loving heart, "else you would not dream of thus condemning me to three months of exquisite torture....

I have had my answer....