She soon guessed it from the way I would receive her caresses, when she came to comb my hair while I was in bed; I would repulse her hands, and no longer return her kisses.

One day, vexed at my answering her question as to the reason of my change towards her by stating that I had no cause for it, she, told me in a tone of commiseration that I was jealous of Cordiani.

This reproach sounded to me like a debasing slander.

I answered that Cordiani was, in my estimation, as worthy of her as she was worthy of him.

She went away smiling, but, revolving in her mind the only way by which she could be revenged, she thought herself bound to render me jealous.