What you ...

what you wish could never--never be.

Good master, if you were rich to-morrow and I penniless, I could never be your wife." "You mean that you could never love me ?" he asked.
She was silent.

A fierce wave of jealousy--mad, insane, elemental jealousy seemed suddenly to sweep over him.
"You love someone else ?" he demanded brusquely.
"What right have you to ask ?" "The right of a man who would gladly die to see you happy." He spoke harshly, almost brutally.

Jealousy had killed all humility in him.