"You will let me live as I like?"
"You will be the master. You shall dispose of your life and of mine."
"You will let me go and come, come and go, without finding fault, without recriminations?"
"When you go out I will await in patience the happy hour of your return."
He was silent for a moment. There was another question on his mind, and he hesitated to ask it. But with burning eyes, with hands clasped imploringly, she waited for him to go on.
"You won't torment me with jealousy?" he asked at last.
"Oh, heavens!" she cried, stretching out her arms and beating her brow with her hands; "must I endure that also?"
"As you wish," he said, coldly. "I see that I displease and offend you. I am making demands that are beyond your strength. Well, let us drop the subject."
And he rose as if to go away. She moved towards him and took his hand.