“That’s impossible.”
“If you go you will insult me beyond bearing.”
I went home with my mind made up to depart without having anything more to do with her; and though I was far from inexperienced in wickedness of all kinds, I could not help feeling astonished at the unblushing frankness of this Megaera, who had told me what I already knew, but in words that I had never heard a woman use before.
“I only use him to satisfy my desires, and because I am certain that he does not love me; if I thought he did I would rather die than allow him to do anything with me, for I detest him.”
The next day I went to her at seven o’clock in the evening. She received me with an air of feigned melancholy, saying,—
“Alas! we shall have to sup alone; Molinari has got the colic.”
“You said he would be ill; have you poisoned him?”
“I am quite capable of doing so, but I hope I never shall.”
“But you have given him something?”
“Only what he likes himself; but we will talk of that again. Let us sup and play till to-morrow, and tomorrow evening we will begin again.”