The Indian Woman (L'Indienne)

I did not know... what I know now... You are not so guilty... but do take off that large veil.

I shall certainly refrain from doing so. The wise Abesnagar, your virtuous spouse, never removed hers before any man; what can I do better than to imitate her?

Ah! my wife, my wife...

Ah! she was a very worthy woman!... of such gentleness, of such wisdom...

Of such wisdom, yes, toward the end: as for the gentleness, that is something else; as she grew older, her temper grew sour; the last month of her life she was unbearable.

That does not prevent her from having been adorable, and from you weeping forever for her loss, just as I shall weep for that of my dear Arbace.

Your husband! Are you joking... I have never known a man so brusque.

It is true that Lord Arbace was a little brutal.

And my wife, then; she was the most insufferable overseer...

And my husband, who was jealous like a tiger.

And my wife, who constantly spied on my conduct.

And my husband, who forbade me from looking at a single Esclave Slave.