If she conspires with Gondremark against your liberty, she may conspire with him against your honour also.' 'My honour ?' he repeated.

'For a woman, you surprise me.

If I have failed to gain her love or play my part of husband, what right is left me?
or what honour can remain in such a scene of defeat?
No honour that I recognise.

I am become a stranger.

If my wife no longer loves me, I will go to prison, since she wills it; if she love another, where should I be more in place?
or whose fault is it but mine?
You speak, Madame von Rosen, like too many women, with a man's tongue.