“I should have thought you were superior to prejudices.”
“There are some prejudices which a woman ought to respect. The superiority you mention is a pitiful thing; always the dupe of itself. What would become of me, I should like to know, if I abandoned myself to the feelings I have for you?”
“I was waiting for you to say that, dear Veronique. What you feel for me is not love. If it were so, you would feel as I do, and you would soon break the bonds of prejudice.”
“I confess that my head is not quite turned yet, but still I feel that I shall grieve at your departure.”
“If so, that is no fault of mine. But tell me what I can do for you during my short stay here.”
“Nothing; we do not know one another well enough.”
“I understand you, but I would have you know that I do not intend to marry any woman who is not my friend.”
“You mean you will not marry her till you have ceased to be her lover?”
“Exactly.”
“You would like to finish where I would begin.”