At last he turned again to her.
"Andree, who was the other man ?" he asked quietly, but with a strange troubled look in his eyes.
She shrank away confused, a kind of sickness in her eyes.
"What does it matter ?" she said.
"Of course, of course," he returned in a low, nerveless tone.
They were silent for a long time.

Meanwhile, she seemed to beat up a feverish cheerfulness.

At last she said: "Where do we go this afternoon, Gaston ?" "We will see," he replied.
The day passed, another, and another.

The same: she shrank from him, was impatient, agitated, unhappy, went out alone.

Annette saw, and mourned, entreated, prayed; Jacques was miserable.