Even in suffering he retained all his sweetness.

Madame Martin said to her: "You have had long years of happiness; you have kept the reminiscence of them; that is a share of happiness in this world." But good Madame Marmet sighed; a cloud passed over her quiet brow.
"Yes," she said, "Louis was the best of men and the best of husbands.
Yet he made me very miserable.

He had only one fault, but I suffered from it cruelly.

He was jealous.

Good, kind, tender, and generous as he was, this horrible passion made him unjust, ironical, and violent.