His vanity was satisfied, his selfesteem was no longer bleeding, he had attained his ends and possessed this woman.

Moreover, her spell over him had lost its force.

He was regaining his entire liberty of mind, but who could tell what trouble this liaison had yet in store for him?
Then, in spite of everything, he softened.
After all, what could he reproach her with?
She loved as well as she could.

She was, indeed, ardent and plaintive.

Even this dualism of a mistress who was a low cocotte in bed and a fine lady when dressed--or no, too intelligent to be called a fine lady--was a delectable pimento.
Her carnal appetites were excessive and bizarre.