“Oh, Madame Von Bruyin!”
“It is true. The more I see of the world, the longer I live, the more experience I gain, the more heartily I dislike that man, and dislike myself for ever having fancied that I liked him,” exclaimed the baroness.
“I am very sorry you feel so,” said Lilith.
“Sorry! Sorry that I have ceased to be in love with your husband, Lilith? Well, you are an oddity!”
“Oh, no, not sorry for that! Glad—thankful for that! But very sorry that you cannot feel friendly towards him!”
“Bah! what a baby you are! He himself once quoted this line to me:
‘Friendship sometimes turns to love,
But love to friendship, never!’
And it does not! It dies out in indifference, or it turns to hate and scorn, and self-scorn as well!”
“Ah, madame——” commenced Lilith.