The Marquis, meanwhile, far from being over the years, made no wise sayings for those who say: ‘whoever wants to be a lot of old time, begin it quickly, and the old one hundred years is cured hard. Far from these sayings pray with him, rather that other could be applied, and forgive V. Marquise applied to it, but almost narrative voice asks: the older more skin. I intend to mean by this that the Marquis, instead of amended with age, it became suitor, player and friend of all sorts of trouble, which greatly mortified Mrs. Countess. Love, for which she had sacrificed so much honor, rest and well-being, only the Marquis had been for an episode, an adventure, a haul more or less enjoyable or fun, among many of his life. This extremely pained and tormented to the Countess. But there was another consideration which hurt more, that was full of fright, and, worse every day, became a torment to the Countess continued.
The Marquis walked hastily to his total ruin was committed to the eyes, the usury consumed and the best of their income. It was certain that the Marquis would end his life in misery. What would become of his daughter, Lana, an orphan, without shelter and without resources?
The worst was that the Countess could not help her daughter while her husband lived. Before the Count had had the slightest hint of guilt, the Countess had enjoyed a semblance of independence and freedom. After the Countess, more than wife became a slave. A cry, a harsh word, a gesture of her husband threatening enough to panic.
The Count, in addition to being jealous, was greedy, and the Countess could not have a real without a strict accounting of all, justifying the investment of even the smallest amount.