A man with a heart such as I know yours to be, cannot but be ashamed of a woman, who, though the wife of another man, allows him to kiss her--yes, and who gives him kiss for kiss.

Oh, go away--go away! I have had enough of your love--enough of your kisses, enough shame! Go away! I never wish to see you again--to kiss you again." She had walked to the other end of the room, and stood under a Venetian mirror--it shone like a monstrous jewel above her head--looking at him, her hands clenched, her eyes flashing through the tears that had not yet fallen.
He had had no experience of women and their moods, and he was consequently amazed at her attitude.

He took a step toward her.
"No--no," she cried angrily.

"I will not have any more of you.

I tell you that I have had enough.