If you continue, I can no longer listen to you; you will be obliged to go away.

Yet wait--wait a little longer!" She walked very slowly about the room, anxiously seeking to resume her self-control, while he looked at her in despair.
"I thought to have loved you no longer; but it was certainly only a feeling of pique, since just now, as soon as I found you again at my feet, my heart beat rapidly, and my first impulse was to follow you as if I were your slave.

Then, if I love you, why am I afraid of you?
What is it that prevents me from leaving this room, as if invisible hands were holding me back by my whole body, and even by each hair of my head ?" She had stopped near her bed; then she went as far as the wardrobe, then to the different articles of furniture, one after the other.

They all seemed united to her person by invisible ties.

Especially the walls of the room, the grand whiteness of the mansard roof, enveloped her with a robe of purity, that she could leave behind her only with tears; and henceforth all this would be a part of her being; the spirit of her surroundings had entered into her.