Come and see me some morning, when I am alone." Then she turned away, as though this meeting with the marquis had determined her.

From head to foot the whole of her little person betokened implacable resolution.

At last she was going to revenge herself on Pierre for his petty mysteries, have him under her heel, and secure, once for all, her omnipotence at home.

There would be a fine scene, quite a comedy, indeed, the points of which she was already enjoying in anticipation, while she worked out her plan with all the spitefulness of an injured woman.
She found Pierre in bed, sleeping heavily; she brought the candle near him for an instant, and gazed with an air of compassion, at his big face, across which slight twitches occasionally passed; then she sat down at the head of the bed, took off her cap, let her hair fall loose, assumed the appearance of one in despair, and began to sob quite loudly.
"Hallo! What's the matter?
What are you crying for ?" asked Pierre, suddenly awaking.
She did not reply, but cried more bitterly.
"Come, come, do answer," continued her husband, frightened by this mute despair.

"Where have you been?
Have you seen the insurgents ?" She shook her head; then, in a faint voice, she said: "I've just come from the Valqueyras mansion.