"Much better, sir; I shall be well soon."
"Taste the wine again, Jane."
I obeyed him; then he put the glass on the table, stood before me, and looked at me attentively.
Suddenly he turned away, with an inarticulate exclamation, full of passionate emotion of some kind;
he walked fast through the room and came back;
he stooped towards me as if to kiss me; but I remembered caresses were now forbidden.
I turned my face away and put his aside.
"What! How is this?" he exclaimed hastily.
"Oh, I know! you won't kiss the husband of Bertha Mason?
You consider my arms filled and my embraces appropriated?"
"At any rate, there is neither room nor claim for me, sir."
"Why, Jane? I will spare you the trouble of much talking; I will answer for you.
Because I have a wife already, you would reply. -- I guess rightly?" "Yes."