"It may be inconvenient, but that cannot be helped.

A woman scorned--you know.
Shakspere or the Bible, I always mix them up.

No, Paul; Catrina Lanovitch is a dangerous enemy.

She has been making love to you these last four years, and you would have seen it if you had not been a fool! I am afraid, my good Paul, you are a fool, God bless you for it!" "I think you are wrong," said Paul rather curtly; "not about me being a fool, but about Catrina Lanovitch.

If you are right, however, it only makes me dislike her instead of being perfectly indifferent to her." His honest face flushed up finely, and he turned away to look at the clock again.
"I hate your way of talking about women, Steinmetz," he said.