“Dog in the manger!” I said; for I knew she secretly wanted him, and had always wanted him. She called him “ insupportable ;” she railed at him for a “ dévot ;” she did not love, but she wanted to marry, that she might bind him to her interest. Deep into some of Madame’s secrets I had entered⁠—I know not how; by an intuition or an inspiration which came to me⁠—I know not whence. In the course of living with her too, I had slowly learned, that, unless with an inferior, she must ever be a rival. She was my rival, heart and soul, though secretly, under the smoothest bearing, and utterly unknown to all save her and myself.