"I should go mad."
"Oh, you are going back on your words! The last time we met you vowed you were mad for love of me; and now are you only beginning to take precaution against it?"
"Every day I begin to get mad afresh."
"That proves that every day your madness is cured."
"Does not my presence here prove that I am incurable?"
"It was only the snow-storm that brought you here."
"The storm befriended me! It gave me the right to come."
"Oh, our house is always open to guests."
"Our house! What torture in those two words!"
"Shall I say, 'My husband's house'?"