And now it's two days that he's been sulking." She was talking of Muffat, but she took care not to confess to the young men the real reason for this first quarrel, which was that one evening he had found a man's hat in her bedroom.

She had indeed brought home a passer-by out of sheer ennui--a silly infatuation.
"You have no idea how funny he is," she continued, growing merry over the particulars she was giving.

"He's a regular bigot at bottom, so he says his prayers every evening.

Yes, he does.

He's under the impression I notice nothing because I go to bed first so as not to be in his way, but I watch him out of the corner of my eye.