"In spite of her? Of whom? Are you out of your mind?"
Gloria laughed in a despairing sort of way.
"Do not tell me that Donna Francesca ever wished you to be married!" she said.
"She brought us together. You know it. It is the only thing I could ever reproach her with."
"She made you marry me?"
"Made me? No! You are quite mad."
He stamped his foot impatiently, and turned away to walk up and down again. His cigar had gone out, but he gnawed at it angrily. He was amazed at what he could still bear, but he was fast losing his head. The mad desire to strangle her tingled in his hands, and the light of the lamp danced when he looked at it.
"She has made you do so many things!" said Gloria.
Her tone had changed again, growing hard and scornful, when she spoke of Donna Francesca.
"What has she made me do that you should speak of her in that way?" asked Reanda, angrily, re-crossing the room.