That pride I had still, until that moment.

I fancied that it was in my power, if I would stoop so low, to make you sleep again as you had slept before, and to make you at my bidding feel all I felt.

I fought with myself.

I would not go down to that depth.

And then I said that even that were better than your friendship, even a false semblance of love inspired by my will, preserved by my suggestion.