But it is my own fault.
Cecilia warned me against you.

She always said you were a treacherous girl." "And I say you are an impudent little minx.

Only just married, and going about like two vagabonds, and talk to me like that!" "We are not going about like two vagabonds.

We have taken a house in Mayfair." "Say a stable." "It was by your advice, you false-hearted creature." "You are a fool." "You are worse; you are a traitress." "Then don't you have anything to do with me." "Heaven forbid I should, you treacherous thing!" "You insolent--insolent--I hate you." "And I despise you." "I always hated you at bottom." "That's why you pretended to love me, you wretch." "Well, I pretend no more.

I am your enemy for life." "Thank you.