So I lived eight years.

You must understand that I was so far from suspecting infidelity, I regarded it as impossible, and then-- try to imagine it--with such ideas, to find out suddenly all the horror, all the loathsomeness....

You must try and understand me.

To be fully convinced of one's happiness, and all at once..." continued Dolly, holding back her sobs, "to get a letter...his letter to his mistress, my governess.

No, it's too awful!" She hastily pulled out her handkerchief and hid her face in it.