"Is she not pretty enough to have pleased him?
Do you think that you are the only one to be loved ?" "If I had been rich he would have married me!", replied Jeanne, exasperated.
She had risen in revolt.

They were treading too heavily on her.

With a ferocious cry of triumph; she added: "The night he used his influence with me to get me to marry Cayrol, he assured me so on his word of honor!" "Honor!" ironically repeated Madame Desvarennes, overwhelmed.

"How he has deceived us all! But what can I do?
What course can I take?
A separation?
Micheline would not consent.

She loves him." And, in an outburst of fury, she cried: "Is it possible that that stupid girl loves that worthless dandy?
And she has my blood in her veins! If she knew the truth she would die!" "Am I dead ?" asked Jeanne, gloomily.
"You have an energetic nature," retorted the mistress, compassionately; "but she is so weak, so gentle! Ah! Jeanne, think what I have been to you; raise some insurmountable barrier between yourself and Serge! "Go back to your husband.