"No, no, I swear I don't!"
"But, darling, you're not talking sense!"
"Yes, indeed I am."
"No, you're not. It's impossible!"
"It isn't. It's quite possible. And he told me so ... and I felt it.
"But the fellow's hypnotizing you!"
"No, it's not hypnotism. It's not a delusion: it's a reality, deep, deep down within myself. Look here, you know me: you know how I feel. I love you and you only. That alone is love. I have never loved any one else. I am not a woman who is susceptible to.... I'm not hysterical. But with him.... No other man, no man whom I have ever met, rouses that feeling in me ... that feeling that I am not myself. That I belong to him, that I am his property, his chattel."
She threw her arms about him, she hid herself like a child in his breast:
"It's so strange.... You know me, don't you? I can be plucky and I am independent and I am never at a loss for an answer. But with him I am no longer sure of myself, I no longer have a life of my own and I do what he tells me to."
"But that is hypnotism: you can escape that, if you seriously wish to. I will help you."