A woman pardons everything except such a slight.

Her love for you must have been something terrible when she came to you knowing and confessing herself guilty, risking rebuff and contempt at your hands.

Believe me, you will regret it, for I am satisfied that you will soon be cured." There was such an air of simple conviction about my friend's words, such a despairing certainty based on experience, that I shuddered as I listened.

While he was speaking I felt a strong desire to go to my mistress, or to write to her to come to me.

I was so weak that I could not leave my bed, and that saved me from the shame of finding her waiting for my rival or perhaps in his company.