She wished to know the name of the man so that she might have an explanation with him, and tell him what she thought of his base conduct.

The gentleman should have respectable, well-educated girls to trifle with, should he?
And he risked nothing! He should be shown to the door with all honors due to his shameful conduct.
Jeanne was still weeping silently at Madame Desvarennes's knee.

The latter raised her head gently and wiped away the tears with her lace pocket-handkerchief.
"Come, my child! all this deluge means nothing.

You must make up your mind.

I can understand your hiding anything from your husband, but not from me! What is your lover's name ?" This question so simply put, threw a faint light on Jeanne's troubled brain.