as in any way bound to her. Oh, do not shake your head as if you were
in agreement with me (he cried suddenly with vehemence). I know these
tricks. All of you, and you especially, if you are not a rare exception,
have the same ideas that I had then. If you are in agreement with me, it
is now only. Formerly you did not think so. No more did I; and, if I had
been told what I have just told you, that which has happened would not
have happened. However, it is all the same. Excuse me (he continued):
the truth is that it is frightful, frightful, frightful, this abyss
of errors and debaucheries in which we live face to face with the real
question of the rights of woman." . . .

"What do you mean by the 'real' question of the rights of woman?"

"The question of the nature of this special being, organized otherwise
than man, and how this being and man ought to view the wife. . . ."



CHAPTER V.

"Yes: for ten years I lived the most revolting existence, while dreaming
of the noblest love, and even in the name of that love. Yes, I want
to tell you how I killed my wife, and for that I must tell you how I
debauched myself. I killed her before I knew her.

"I killed THE wife when I first tasted sensual joys without love, and
then it was that I killed MY wife. Yes, sir: it is only after having
suffered, after having tortured myself, that I have come to understand
the root of things, that I have come to understand my crimes. Thus you
will see where and how began the drama that has led me to misfortune.