You, too, are disappointed and cut a poor figure.' 'An injured figure!' 'You are now cool enough, Sophronia, to see that you can't be injured without my being equally injured; and that therefore the mere word is not to the purpose.

When I look back, I wonder how I can have been such a fool as to take you to so great an extent upon trust.' 'And when I look back--' the bride cries, interrupting.
'And when you look back, you wonder how you can have been--you'll excuse the word ?' 'Most certainly, with so much reason.
'-- Such a fool as to take ME to so great an extent upon trust.

But the folly is committed on both sides.

I cannot get rid of you; you cannot get rid of me.

What follows ?' 'Shame and misery,' the bride bitterly replies.
'I don't know.