Oh, you make me laugh with your honest women.

Don't drive me to it; don't oblige me to tell you things I may regret afterward." The count, by way of answer, mumbled something insulting.

Nana became quite pale in her turn.

For some seconds she looked at him without speaking.

Then in her decisive way: "What would you do if your wife were deceiving you ?" He made a threatening gesture.
"Well, and if I were to ?" "Oh, you," he muttered with a shrug of his shoulders.
Nana was certainly not spiteful.