You are both married.

You don't belong to me any longer.

How I shall miss you! This morning I had two children, and now--" "You have four," interrupted Micheline.

"Why do you complain ?" "I don't complain," retorted Madame Desvarennes, quickly.
"That's right!" said Micheline, gayly.
Then going toward Jeanne: "But you are not speaking, you are so quiet; are you ill ?" Jeanne shuddered, and made an effort to soften the hard lines on her face.
"It is nothing.

A little fatigue." "And emotion," added Micheline.