"It is not hypnotism. It is a truth, deep down inside me. It exists inside me. I know that it is so, that it has to be so.... Duco, it is impossible. I can't become your wife. I mustn't become your wife ... less now than ever. Perhaps...."
"Perhaps what?"
"Perhaps I always felt like that, without knowing it, that it must not be. Both for you and for me ... and for him too ... Perhaps that was what I felt, without knowing it, when I talked as I used to, about my antipathy for marriage."
"But that antipathy arose from your marriage with him!"
"Yes, that's the strange part of it. I dislike him ... and yet...."
"Yet you're in love with him!"
"Yet I belong to him."
"And you tell me that you love me!"
She took his head in her two hands:
"Try to understand. It tires me so, trying to make you understand. I love you ... but I am his wife...."