'I believe your vanity to be so great that you resent any man speaking to any other woman but yourself,' he said, half persuading himself that he was voicing a genuine conviction.
'Very well, if you choose to believe that,' she replied.
They walked a little way in angry silence.
'I detest all women,' he added presently.
'Including me?'
'Beginning with you.'
He was reminded of their childhood with its endless disputes, and made an attempt to restore their friendship.
'Come, Eve, why are we quarrelling? I do not make you jealous scenes about Miloradovitch.'
'Far from it,' she said harshly.
'Why should he want to marry you?' he began, his anger rising again. 'What qualities have you? Clever, seductive, and entertaining! But, on the other hand, selfish, jealous, unkind, pernicious, indolent, vain. A bad bargain. If he knew you as well as I.... Jealousy! It amounts to madness.'