An uneasy feeling was growing momentarily stronger within him, a poor, shameful feeling which softened his anger now that it was at its hottest.

Moreover, in her frank desire to tell him everything, she dealt him a fresh blow.
"And d'you want to know what's annoying you, dearest?
Why, that you are deceiving your wife yourself.

You don't sleep away from home for nothing, eh?
Your wife must have her suspicions.

Well then, how can you blame her?
She'll tell you that you've set her the example, and that'll shut you up.

There, now, that's why you're stamping about here instead of being at home murdering both of 'em." Muffat had again sunk down on the chair; he was overwhelmed by these home thrusts.