When he dared not say anything he let Satin loose.

Twice she had compelled her darling to take up with him again, while he showed himself obliging and effaced himself in her favor at the least sign.

But this good understanding lasted no time, for Satin, too, was a little cracked.

On certain days she would very nearly go mad and would smash everything, wearing herself out in tempest of love and anger, but pretty all the time.

Zoe must have excited her, for the maid took her into corners as if she wanted to tell her about her great design of which she as yet spoke to no one.
At times, however, Count Muffat was still singularly revolted.