"Yes, just as soon as I would look at you."
"And you call that honor?"
"No; it is, on the contrary, most dishonorable. Do not imagine that I seek to deceive myself. It would be about the most dishonorable thing any person could do; in fact, nothing could be more base; I grant that. But, if you drive a man mad with love, what can he do? You compel me to take the step, or I would not take it."
She could not grow paler; her face was already ghastly white; but from her eyes there shot one glance that might, from its anger and its fire, have struck him blind.
"You would not spare me," she said, "because it was you yourself who led me to ruin."
"I love you so madly," he said, "that I cannot spare you at all."
"Have you thought," she asked, "what, if you do this deed, the world will say of you and to you? Have you weighed this well?"
"I am indifferent," he said; "I care for nothing on earth but winning you."
"Do you realize that in destroying me you destroy yourself; that you will make yourself more hated and despised than any man ever was before? Do you not see that?"
"I repeat that nothing interests me save winning you, Dora; I am quite willing to be destroyed with you."