Her lying is unendurable, only to be explained or excused by the madness of jealousy, and she, though jealous, is not maddened enough by jealousy to excuse her lies.

The situations she causes are almost too ugly.

Whenever the truth is told, either by the Queen or Norbert, the situations break up in disgrace for her.

It is difficult to imagine how Norbert could go on loving her.

His love would have departed if they had come to live together.