It would therefore be a crime if I married a man to whom I could take nothing but a soul that is Savinien's.

But, madame, since you force me to be explicit, I must tell you that even if I did not love Monsieur de Portenduere I could not bring myself to bear the troubles and joys of life in the company of your son.

If Monsieur Savinien made debts, you have often paid those of your son.

Our characters have neither the similarities nor the differences which enable two persons to live together without bitterness.

Perhaps I should not have towards him the forbearance a wife owes to her husband; I should then be a trial to him.