"Love me? impossible!"
"Why, for I love you?"
"But in six years the countess has never let me see it, never said a word!"
The time had come for Marie Antoinette to suffer so keenly that she felt the need to bury her grief like a dagger in the depth of his heart.
"Of course," she sneered, "she would not breathe a word, she would not let a token show, and the reason is because she was well aware that she was not worthy to be your wife."
"Not worthy?" reiterated Charny.
"She cherished a secret which would slay your love," continued the other, more and more maddened by her pain.
"A secret to kill our love?"
"She knew you would despise her after she told it."