Thus the evening when he surprised her with Georges she was the first to regain her temper and to confess herself in the wrong.

She had loaded him with caresses and dosed him with soft speeches in order to make him swallow the business.

But he had ended by boring her to death with his obstinate refusals to understand the feminine nature, and now she was brutal.
"Very well, yes! I've slept with Foucarmont.

What then?
That's flattened you out a bit, my little rough, hasn't it ?" It was the first time she had thrown "my little rough" in his teeth.

The frank directness of her avowal took his breath away, and when he began clenching his fists she marched up to him and looked him full in the face.
"We've had enough of this, eh?
If it doesn't suit you you'll do me the pleasure of leaving the house.