You have paid me, Monsieur.

You have struck me already, and foully, like a coward.

Do you remember," she continued rapidly, "the hour after our marriage, and what you said to me?
Do you remember what you told me?
And whom to trust and whom to suspect, where lay our interest and where our foes'?
You trusted me then! What have I done that you now dare--ay, dare, Monsieur," she repeated fearlessly, her face pale and her eyes glittering with excitement, "to insult me?
That you treat me as--Javette?
That you deem me capable of _that_?
Of luring you into a trap, and in my own house, or the house that was mine, of--" "Treating me as I have treated others." "You have said it!" she cried.

She could not herself understand why his distrust had wounded her so sharply, so home, that all fear of him was gone.

"You have said it, and put that between us which will not be removed.