“You are wrong,” she said angrily, looking at me with tightened lips.

“How wrong?”

“Because — I would not give you to another woman, though you cried out for her till the heavens fell!”

I began to laugh, but her eyes still harboured lightning.

“You should not go to her, whether or not you loved her!” she repeated. “I would not have it. I would not endure it!”

“Yet — if I loved another — — ”

“No! That is treason! Your happiness should be in me. And if you wavered I would hold you prisoner against your treacherous and very self!”