human
I want to think for you, dear, if you will let me. Whatever I say, remember it is for your own good, because I--I love you. You have become so unhappy that you are not responsible just now for your actions. I want to put things before you plainly. You are here, in my rooms to-night--but you can return home and no one will be the wiser. You are a woman prominent in society. Your husband's name is famous throughout the country. No breath of calumny has ever touched you. If you remain with me, it will be known from here to San Francisco within forty-eight hours. Then, regrets will be useless. You will have lost everything forever but--my love; home, position, fortune, everything that is essential to the happiness of such a woman as you. You can return to-night, no one--
gpt
in a hard tone--
human
Well, if that be true, at least you have nothing to reproach yourself for, yet. Though they know, you will have the knowledge that you are an--honorable woman if you return at once--
gpt
What is that to me? The world will not know it. What I have done is irrevocable, I tell you. I have been in your rooms for fifteen minutes, and three people beside ourselves know it,--your servant, and mine, and my husband. It is possible that I might have done differently if I had been a little more deliberate,--I think not, but it is possible. However, I was _not_ more deliberate--and there is nothing to be done. When a woman scorns conventionalities as I do, all is over.