I feel trapped. He's left me nothing to get back my honor with. I cannot confess to Marguerite. I dare not explain to my wife. There is nothing I can do for him. So I came here.

[Armand is so upset, probably because he feels weak and restless in bed, that he isn't noticing Jack's own distress. He's just assuming that Jack disapproves.]

You must think I'm terrible. I am so sorry to bother you with these things.