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"
My
good
fellow
,
I
ask
no
more
than
is
asked
and
expected
of
a
hundred
'
society
'
husbands
to-day
.
Consider
!
--
your
wife
has
been
led
away
from
her
soberer
judgment
and
reasoning
by
an
exalted
and
hysterical
passion
for
me
on
account
of
my
looks
--
not
for
myself
at
all
--
because
she
really
does
not
know
Me
--
she
only
sees
me
as
I
appear
to
be
.
The
love
of
handsome
exterior
personalities
is
a
common
delusion
of
the
fair
sex
--
and
passes
in
time
like
other
women
's
diseases
.
No
actual
dishonour
or
disgrace
attaches
to
her
or
to
you
--
nothing
has
been
seen
,
heard
,
or
done
,
in
public
.
This
being
so
,
I
ca
n't
understand
what
you
are
making
a
fuss
about
.
The
great
object
of
social
life
,
you
know
,
is
to
hide
all
savage
passions
and
domestic
differences
from
the
gaze
of
the
vulgar
crowd
.
You
can
be
as
bad
as
you
like
in
private
--
only
God
sees
--
and
that
does
not
matter
!
"
His
eyes
had
a
mocking
lustre
in
them
--
twanging
his
mandoline
,
he
sang
under
his
breath
,
"
If
she
be
not
fair
for
me
What
care
I
how
fair
she
be
!
"
"
That
is
the
true
spirit
,
Geoffrey
,
"
--
he
went
on
--
"
It
sounds
flippant
to
you
no
doubt
in
your
present
tragic
frame
of
mind
--
but
it
is
the
only
way
to
treat
women
,
in
marriage
or
out
of
it
.
Before
the
world
and
society
,
your
wife
is
like
Cæsar
's
,
above
suspicion
.
Only
you
and
I
(
we
will
leave
God
out
)
have
been
the
witnesses
of
her
attack
of
hysteria
...
"
"
Hysteria
,
you
call
it
!
She
loves
you
!
"
I
said
hotly
--
"
And
she
has
always
loved
you
.
She
confessed
it
--
and
you
admitted
that
you
always
knew
it
!
"
"
I
always
knew
she
was
hysterical
--
yes
--
if
that
is
what
you
mean
;
"
--
he
answered
--
"
The
majority
of
women
have
no
real
feelings
,
no
serious
emotions
--
except
one
--
vanity
.
They
do
not
know
what
a
great
love
means
--
their
chief
desire
is
for
conquest
--
and
failing
in
this
,
they
run
up
the
gamut
of
baffled
passion
to
the
pitch
of
frenetic
hysteria
,
which
with
some
becomes
chronic
.
Lady
Sibyl
suffers
in
this
way
.
Now
listen
to
me
.
I
will
go
off
to
Paris
or
Moscow
or
Berlin
at
once
--
after
what
has
happened
,
of
course
I
can
not
stay
here
--
and
I
give
you
my
word
I
will
not
intrude
myself
into
your
domestic
circle
again
.
In
a
few
days
you
will
tide
over
this
rupture
,
and
learn
the
wisdom
of
supporting
the
differences
that
occur
in
matrimony
,
with
composure
--
--
"
"
Impossible
!
I
will
not
part
with
you
!
"
I
said
vehemently
--
"
Nor
will
I
live
with
her
!
Better
the
companionship
of
a
true
friend
than
that
of
a
false
wife
!
"
He
raised
his
eyebrows
with
a
puzzled
half
humorous
expression
--
then
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
as
one
who
gives
up
a
difficult
argument
.
Rising
,
he
put
aside
his
mandoline
and
came
over
to
me
,
his
tall
imposing
figure
casting
a
gigantic
shadow
in
the
brilliant
moonbeams
.
