I see the crooked logic of your mind.

You might go so far as to say to him: 'Refuse me this, and I shall refuse to be your marquise.' You would go so far as that ?" "At need, I might." "And do you not see the converse implication?
Do you not see that your hands would then be tied, that you would be wanting in honour if afterwards you refused him?
And do you think that I would consent to anything that could so tie your hands?
Do you think I want to see you damned, Aline ?" Her hand fell away from his arm.
"Oh, you are mad!" she exclaimed, quite out of patience.
"Possibly.

But I like my madness.

There is a thrill in it unknown to such sanity as yours.

By your leave, Aline, I think I will ride on to Gavrillac." "Andre, you must not! It is death to you!" In her alarm she backed her horse, and pulled it across the road to bar his way.
It was almost completely night by now; but from behind the wrack of clouds overhead a crescent moon sailed out to alleviate the darkness.
"Come, now," she enjoined him.