She ran forward, she lavished her best care on her queen.

All the time she was busy in bringing her to her senses she was asking Camille for explanations, to which she did not pay the least attention; she interrupted him at every word to exclaim: "This has been designed, and you are at the bottom of the plot.

I have suspected you--you owe Antoinette a grudge.

Your wounded vanity never has recovered from her refusal, and you are determined to be revenged.
Perhaps you flatter yourself that she will end by loving you.

She does not love you, and she never will love you.