They might tear her in pieces before she would leave her room! "I ought to have had my suspicions," she resumed.
"It's that cat of a Rose who's got the plot up! I'm certain Rose'll have stopped that respectable woman coming whom I was expecting tonight." She referred to Mme Robert.

Vandeuvres gave her his word of honor that Mme Robert had given a spontaneous refusal.

He listened and he argued with much gravity, for he was well accustomed to similar scenes and knew how women in such a state ought to be treated.

But the moment he tried to take hold of her hands in order to lift her up from her chair and draw her away with him she struggled free of his clasp, and her wrath redoubled.

Now, just look at that! They would never get her to believe that Fauchery had not put the Count Muffat off coming! A regular snake was that Fauchery, an envious sort, a fellow capable of growing mad against a woman and of destroying her whole happiness.