This fat fellow easily burst into tears--gently flowing, inexhaustible tears--which streamed from his eyes without an effort.

A terrible reaction was now going on within him.

After his wrath he became as weak as a child.

Felicite, who had been waiting for this crisis, was delighted to see him so spiritless, so resourceless, and so humbled before her.

She still preserved silence, and an appearance of distressed humility.