I was vain, I dare say, and unjust, and hard.

But don't you see--don't you understand--if we _could_ take such different views of such a case--if it could divide us so deeply--what chance would there be if we were married?
I ought never--never--to have said 'Yes' to you--even as I was then.

But _now_," she turned to him slowly, "can't you see it for yourself?
I am a changed creature.

Certain things in me are gone--_gone_--and instead there is a fire--something driving, tormenting--which must burn its way out.

When I think of what I liked so much when you asked me to marry you--being rich, and having beautiful things, and dresses, and jewels, and servants, and power--social power--above all _that_--I feel sick and choked.