My heart leapt up at the sight of you, and, fool that I was, I permitted you to see this; but base no hopes on my weakness.

I said to you, Let us be friends.

It was a mere act of madness.

We can never be friends, and had better, therefore, treat each other as strangers.

Do you forget that lying tongues at Bevron accused me of being your mistress?
Do you think that this falsehood has not reached my husband's ears?
One day, when your name was mentioned in his presence, I saw a gleam of hatred and jealousy in his eye.