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.

" I can understand being carried away by feeling," she went on after a brief silence, "but deliberately, slyly deceiving me...and with whom?... To go on being my husband together with her...it's awful! You can't understand..." "Oh, yes, I understand! I understand! Dolly, dearest, I do understand," said Anna, pressing her hand.