I almost fear to say it, lest it should seem to myself wrong; but I think she is as good as a woman as Rupert is as a man.

And what more than that can I say?
I thought I loved her and trusted her, and knew her all I could, until this morning.
I was in my own room, as it is still called.

For, though Rupert tells me in confidence that under his uncle's will the whole estate of Vissarion, Castle and all, really belongs to the Voivode, and though the Voivode has been persuaded to accept the position, he (the Voivode) will not allow anything to be changed.

He will not even hear a word of my going, or changing my room, or anything.

And Rupert backs him up in it, and Teuta too.