So she sought to make a retreat, particularly as time was flying and they would soon be expected downstairs: "Come, be quiet, and don't show your bad temper when all those people can hear us.

I have loved you--" But with a quiet yet terrible laugh Camille interrupted her.

"You've loved me! Oh! my poor mamma, what a comical thing to say! Have you ever loved _anybody_?
You want others to love _you_, but that's another matter.

As for your child, any child, do you even know how it ought to be loved?
You have always neglected me, thrust me on one side, deeming me so ugly, so unworthy of you! And besides, you have not had days and nights enough to love yourself! Oh! don't deny it, my poor mamma; but even now you're looking at me as if I were some loathsome monster that's in your way." From that moment the abominable scene was bound to continue to the end.
With their teeth set, their faces close together, the two women went on speaking in feverish whispers.
"Be quiet, Camille, I tell you! I will not allow such language!" "But I won't be quiet when you do all you can to wound me.

If it's wrong of me to dress like an old woman, perhaps another is rather ridiculous in dressing like a girl, like a bride." "Like a bride?
I don't understand you." "Oh! yes, you do.