"What?"
"That I can't bear to see you unhappy. Oh, I love you, I love you! Let us go away ... together."
"Go away? Where?"
"With each other. I love you, I love you, I have always loved you."
She stopped with a start:
"You're mad!"
"Why?"
"To suggest such a thing," she said, with a scornful laugh. "You're mad. You think that I...."
"Want to be unhappy all your life?"
"That I should consent to run away with you. I love my husband ... and my children ... and you imagine...."