But that you dare to repeat to me words of tenderness after what you have done to me, inspires me with repulsion.

It is too bitter." "Yes," said Boleslas, "you think thus.

True and simple as you are, how could you have learned to understand what a weak will is--a will which wishes and which does not, which rises and which falls ?...

And yet, if I had not loved you, what interest would I have in lying to you?
Have I anything to conceal now?
Ah, if you knew in what a position I am, on the eve of what day, I beseech you to believe that at least the best part of my being has never ceased to be yours!" It was the strongest effort he could make to bring back the heart of his wife so deeply wounded--the allusion to his duel.

For since she had not mentioned it to him, it was no doubt because she was still ignorant of it.