I'm not jealous, but I'm unsatisfied.

But..." she opened her lips, and shifted her place in the carriage in the excitement, aroused by the thought that suddenly struck her.

" If I could be anything but a mistress, passionately caring for nothing but his caresses; but I can't and I don't care to be anything else.

And by that desire I rouse aversion in him, and he rouses fury in me, and it cannot be different.