There was no possibility of doubt that Risler knew of his dishonor, and submitted to it.

He was paid to keep quiet.
Certainly there was something monstrous in such a supposition.

But it is the tendency of innocent natures, when they are made acquainted with evil for the first time, to go at once too far, beyond reason.

When he was once convinced of the treachery of Georges and Sidonie, Risler's degradation seemed to the cashier less impossible of comprehension.

On what other theory could his indifference, in the face of his partner's heavy expenditures, be explained?
The excellent Sigismond, in his narrow, stereotyped honesty, could not understand the delicacy of Risler's heart.