How long was she going to bother herself in her cuckold's behalf?
Now that the other man had come she ought to get him out of the way, and that quickly.
"What were you saying ?" asked the count complaisantly, for he was charmed to see her so kind to him.
But in her desire to be rid of him she suddenly changed her mood, became brutal and did not take care what she was saying.
"Oh yes! The fruiterer and his wife.

Well, my dear fellow, they never once touched one another! Not the least bit! She was very keen on it, you understand, but he, the ninny, didn't know it.

He was so green that he thought her a stick, and so he went elsewhere and took up with streetwalkers, who treated him to all sorts of nastiness, while she, on her part, made up for it beautifully with fellows who were a lot slyer than her greenhorn of a husband.

And things always turn out that way through people not understanding one another.

I know it, I do!" Muffat was growing pale.