She must give up her fairly lucrative profession and live in semi-detached obscurity up a little back street on an allowance of twopence-halfpenny a week and be happy and cheerful and devoted.

Lola refused.

Hence more tears.
There were scenes of frantic jealousy, not on account of any human being, but on account of the horse.

If she loved him as much as she loved that abominable quadruped whose artificial airs and graces made him sick every time he looked at it, she would accede to his desire.
Besides, he had the husband's right--a powerful privilege in France.

She pointed out that he could only exercise it by declaring her to be his wife.