I give it back to you now, after having cherished it for one moment in my inmost heart.

For one instant I was your wife, and I will never, never be another's.

While my lips were on yours I was saying yes to myself, and oh! I did not deserve such happiness.

For you, my beloved, it would be a sad mistake to burden yourself with a poor little actress like me, who would always be taunted with her theatrical career, however pure and honourable it may have been.

The cold, disdainful mien with which great ladies would be sure to regard me would cause you keen suffering, and you could not challenge THEM, you know, my own brave champion! You are the last of a noble race, de Sigognac, and it is your duty to build up your fallen house.