In reality she was tasting the most exquisite pleasure; she had got that sly-boots fast at last; she played with him like a cat playing with a ball of paper; and he virtually held out his hands to be manacled by her.
"But wait," he said hastily, jumping out of bed.

"I'll give you Eugene's correspondence to read.

You can judge the situation better then." She vainly tried to hold him back by his night-shirt.

He spread out the letters on the table by the bed-side, and then got into bed again, and read whole pages of them, and compelled her to go through them herself.
She suppressed a smile, and began to feel some pity for the poor man.
"Well," he said anxiously, when he had finished, "now you know everything.

Do you see any means of saving us from ruin!" She still gave no answer.