“«How did you think I could live without you? One cannot lose the habit of happiness. I was desolate. I thought I should die. I will tell you about all that and you will see. And you—you fled from me!» For, all the three years, he had carefully avoided her in consequence of that natural cowardice that characterises the stronger sex.
Emma went on, with dainty little nods, more coaxing than an amorous kitten—
«You love others, confess it! Oh, I understand them, dear! I excuse them. You probably seduced them as you seduced me.”