“Yes, but loving a man is a different thing to loving a woman.”
“No, it isn’t; it’s just the same.”
“Not so, for you do not go to bed with a woman and you do with your husband.”
“That’s no matter, my love would be the same.”
“What? You would not rather sleep with me than with M—— M——?”
“No, indeed I should not, because you are a man and would see me.”
“You don’t want a man to see you, then?”
“No.”
“Do you think you are so ugly, then?”
At this she turned to M—— M—— and said, with evident vexation, “I am not really ugly, am I?”