-I do not know, ’said Madame de Cleves sadly, if you were wrong to judge favorably of a process as extraordinary as mine, but I do not know if I was wrong to have thought you would do me justice?

-Don ‘t doubt it not, madam, replied Monsieur de Cleves, you are mistaken, you have things expected of me as impossible as I expected from you. How could you hope I have of reason? You had forgotten that I loved you madly and I was your husband? One of the two ends can be: that can not both together? Eh! only do they point too! continued he, I have nothing but violent and uncertain feelings that I am not the master. I do find myself more worthy of you, you do not seem worthy of me. I adore you, I hate you, I offend you, I beg your pardon, I admire you, I am ashamed to admire you. Finally there is in me or calm or reason. I do not know how I have lived since you spoke to me Coulommiers, and since the day you learned from the Dauphine we knew your adventure. I can not sort out where it was known, or what passed between Monsieur de Nemours and you on this: you do not explain it to me, and I do not ask you to explain it to me. I only ask you to remember that you have rendered me the most miserable man in the world.