"Is it possible, madame, that, here, alone with me, you still have the
effrontery to maintain you are my wife?"
She put her elbows on the table and, resting her chin in her hands,
looked me straight in the eyes.
"And do you, sir, here, alone with me, still have the effrontery to
maintain that I am not your wife?" she asked.
"It's not necessary," said I, "for you know it quite as well as I do."