When he was young, he says, in the broad and benevolently frisky manner, he would have signed ere the eye of the maiden twinkled her affirmative, or the goose had shed its quill.
Camillo still trifles.

Then he dashes the pen to earth.
'Never! I have but one wife.

Our marriage is irrevocable.

The dishonoured man is the everlasting outcast.

What are earthly possessions to me, if within myself shame faces me?
Let all go.