I know he means to write." "For Heaven's sake, don't speak of him any more!" she cried out.

"How do you think I can look you in the face--" Her cheeks flushed deep, and her eyes rested on him with a momentary firmness.

"Mind this! I am his wife, if promises can make me his wife! He has pledged his word to me by all that is sacred!" She checked herself impatiently.

"What am I saying?
What interest can _you_ have in this miserable state of things?
Don't let us talk of it! I have something else to say to you.

Let us go back to my troubles here.