You will easily perceive that I am announcing a calamity for you.

Do not,' he broke out in tones of real solicitude--'do not give way to tears after a meal, Anastasie.

You will certainly give yourself a false digestion.' Anastasie controlled herself.

'You know how willing I am to humour you,' she said, 'in all reasonable matters.

But on this point--' 'My dear love,' interrupted the Doctor, eager to prevent a refusal, 'who wished to leave Paris?
Who made me give up cards, and the opera, and the boulevard, and my social relations, and all that was my life before I knew you?
Have I been faithful?
Have I been obedient?
Have I not borne my doom with cheerfulness?
In all honesty, Anastasie, have I not a right to a stipulation on my side?
I have, and you know it.