Do you see what materials for a domestic hell are mingling for us here?
Was it for nothing that I warned you, solemnly warned you, to draw back, when I found you bent on discovering the truth?
Can I ever be at your bedside now, when you are ill, and not remind you, in the most innocent things I do, of what happened at that other bedside, in the time of that other woman whom I married first?
If I pour out your medicine, I commit a suspicious action--they say I poisoned _her_ in her medicine.

If I bring you a cup of tea, I revive the remembrance of a horrid doubt--they said I put the arsenic in _her_ cup of tea.

If I kiss you when I leave the room, I remind you that the prosecution accused me of kissing _her,_ to save appearances and produce an effect on the nurse.

Can we live together on such terms as these?
No mortal creatures could support the misery of it.

This very day I said to you, 'If you stir a step further in this matter, there is an end of your happiness for the rest of your life.' You have taken that step and the end has come to your happiness and to mine.