'How?
What ?' thought I, 'love is the unity of souls, and here she hates me?
Me?
Why?
But it is impossible! It is no longer she!' "I tried to calm her.

I came in conflict with an immovable and cold hostility, so that, having no time to reflect, I was seized with keen irritation.

We exchanged disagreeable remarks.

The impression of this first quarrel was terrible.

I say quarrel, but the term is inexact.