Let that pass.

You married the student Ruprecht who turned out to be your cousin Felix Clemenceau.

For a time you played the part of the idolizing young wife admirably.

You never reproached his father's head for the murder of your aunt and he said never a word about the old beggar-sovereign Baboushka.

In your gladness at having stolen the man away from Fraulein Daniels, I believe you imagined that it was love you felt.