"Liar?"
"Yes, liar. You are! You don't care for this man, and you know it."
"You're foolish."
"Yes, I am foolish, and I've been foolish all my life, but I'm getting a little sense now."
Kneeling in the armchair facing him, her voice shaking with anger, she went on:
"All my life, since the day you first took me away, you've planned and planned and planned to keep me, and to trick me and bring me down with you. When you came to me I was happy. I didn't have much, just a little salary and some hard work."
He shrugged his shoulders, and smiled skeptically. Ironically, he said:
"But, like all the rest, you found that wouldn't keep you, didn't you?"
Ignoring his taunt, she went on:
"You say I'm bad, but who's made me so? Who took me out night after night? Who showed me what these luxuries were? Who put me in the habit of buying something I couldn't afford? You did."