"I submit.

You must know best.

But you?
are you always content?
Does this _milieu_ into which you are passing always satisfy you?
To-night, did your royalty please you?
will it soon be enough for you ?" "You know it is not enough," she broke out, hotly; "it is insulting that you should ask in that tone.

It means that you think me a hypocrite!--and I have given you no cause--" "Good heavens, no!" he exclaimed, interrupting her, and speaking in a low, hurried voice.

"I had no motive, no reason for what I said--none--but this, that you are going--that we are parting.