Eveline did not even notice the change.
Insensible to all around her, she only came out of her lethargy to ask for some louis from her husband, and if he did not give them she threw him a look of contempt, ready to upbraid him with the shame which she poured upon him in the sight of the whole world.

Since she had loved she spent a great deal on dress.

She needed money, and she had only her husband to secure it for her; she was so far faithful to him.
He lost patience, became furious, and threatened her with his revolver.
He said one day before her to Madame Clarence: "I congratulate you, Madame; you have brought up your daughter to be a wanton hussy." "Take me away, Mamma," exclaimed Eveline.

"I will get a divorce!" He loved her more ardently than ever.

In his jealous rage, suspecting her, not without probability, of sending and receiving letters, he swore that he would intercept them, re-established a censorship over the post, threw private correspondence into confusion, delayed stock-exchange quotations, prevented assignations, brought about bankruptcies, thwarted passions, and caused suicides.