I have foisted on him my quarrel.
I have--Oh, despise me, if you will! You cannot despise me more than I despise myself!" I stood with my hand upon the table and my eyes studying the shadow of the vines upon the floor.

All that she said was perfectly true, and yet--I had a vision of a scarlet and black figure and a dark and beautiful face.

I too hated my Lord Carnal.
"I do not despise you, madam," I said at last.

"What was done two weeks ago in the meadow yonder is past recall.

Let it rest.