pitied. But not being one of these women, I didn't ask so much."
."You don't know yourself, Mademoiselle. Oh! if only I had been in M. Hervart's place."
"What would have happened?" asked Rose, without the least emotion, without even the least curiosity.
"How I should have loved you!"
"But he loved me a great deal."
"He didn't love you as you should be loved."
"I don't know. How should I know these things. I believed, that was all. I believed in him."
"He was not worthy of you."
"Perhaps it was I who was unworthy of him, since he loves me no more."
"Unworthy of him, you? Don't you know, then, what this woman is?"
"No, and I don't want to know. Oh! I'm not jealous. I'm humiliated. I feel as though I had been beaten. Jealous? No. I have stopped loving and I shall never love again."
"Don't say that."
"Love doesn't come twice."
"But if one is unhappy the first time?"
"One remains unhappy."
