"You dared to tell Raoul that ?" Opposite, on her narrow little seat, Marianne stirred uneasily.

Till now our tones had been quiet, and she could not understand one word we said.
She is the soul of discretion and a triumph of good training in her walk of life; but she loves me more than she loves any other creature on earth, and now she could see and hear that the man had driven me to the brink of hysterics.

She would have liked to tear his face with her nails, or choke him, I think.

If I had given her the word, I believe she would have tried with all her strength--which is not small--and a very good will, to kill him.

I was dimly conscious of what her restlessness meant, and vaguely comforted too, by the thought of her supreme loyalty.
But I forgot Marianne when Godensky answered my question.
"Yes, I told him.