You are insulting me.

I bore with you long enough to see how much further your insolence would dare to go.

I'm not to have a hand in the administration of my wife's money?
I'm to forsake a plentiful means of livelihood?
I'm to become a commercial traveller?
I'm to expatriate myself?
I'm to explain, too, the reasons why I left the army?
I would not condescend.

Least of all to you." "May I ask why, Monsieur ?" "_Tonnerre de Dieu_!" He stamped his foot.

"Do you take me for a fool?
Here I am--I came at my wife's request, ready to take her back as my wife, ready to condone everything--yes, Monsieur, as a man of the world--you think I have no eyes, no understanding--ready to take her off your hands--" I leaped to my feet.
"Monsieur!" I thundered.
Lola gave a cry and rushed forward.