"But I'm not his mistress. Be exact."
"A change of words; the sin is the same."
"Words have their importance; they are the symbols of facts."
"It's an infamy," said Anna.
"Anna, don't insult me."
"Insult you! Do you pretend that that pretty pure face of yours is capable of blushing under an insult? Can your chaste brow be troubled by an insult? You have trampled all innocence and all modesty under foot—you, the daughter of my mother! You have broken your sister's heart—you, the daughter of the same mother! And now you say that I insult you. Good!"
"You have no right to insult me."
"I haven't the right? Before such treachery? I haven't the right? Before such dishonour?"
"If you will call upon your memory, you will see that you haven't the right."
"What do you wish me to remember?"