She slipped on a nightgown trimmed with lace and came and sat down on the floor in front of the fire.

It was her favorite position.

When she again questioned him about Fauchery's article Muffat replied vaguely, for he wanted to avoid a scene.

Besides, she declared that she had found a weak spot in Fauchery.
And with that she relapsed into a long silence and reflected on how to dismiss the count.

She would have liked to do it in an agreeable way, for she was still a good-natured wench, and it bored her to cause others pain, especially in the present instance where the man was a cuckold.
The mere thought of his being that had ended by rousing her sympathies! "So you expect your wife tomorrow morning ?" she said at last.
Muffat had stretched himself in an armchair.