After it was done she stood very still, as if incapable of understanding my offence.

But I understood.

I was overwhelmed with remorse, love, and regret.

I had made impossible what might have been.
"Your Highness," I cried, "I could not help it! Before God I could not! It is because I love you better than anything in the world--you cannot be of it!--and all this is impossible, this going away together." Her bosom heaved, and her eyes flashed like a heated summer sky.
"I will give you one minute to leave this place," she said, her tones as even and as cold as sudden repression of wrath could make them.

"I trusted you, and you have dared to take advantage of what seemed my helplessness.