He'd just feel it was a kind of interesting thing to do, and he worships her to that extent.

But I feel sure, sir, that Le Maitre is dead.

God would not be so unkind as to have me and the children bereft in that way." Her simple belief in her husband's power to settle the matter was shocking to Caius, because he felt that she probably knew her husband perfectly.
"But why," said he again, "would it kill her if he came back ?" "Well, what sort of a decent man is it that would have stayed away from her all these years, poor lamb?
Why, sir, she wasn't but a child at the convent when her father had them married, and she back to school, and he away to his ship, and never come to see her since." Caius turned as he knelt upon the grass, and, holding the emerald moss and saxifrage plants in his hand, looked up at her.

"He went away two years ago," he said, repeating defiantly what he believed he had heard.
"He went away six year ago," corrected she; "but it's two years now since aught was heard of him, and his ship went down, sir, coming back from Afriky--that we know; but word came that the crew were saved, but never a word from him, nor a word of him, since." "Did she"-- his throat would hardly frame the words--a nervous spasm impeded them; yet he could not but ask--"did she care for him ?" "Oh well, sir, as to that, he was a beautiful-looking man, and she but a child; but when she came to herself she wrote and asked him never to come back; she told me so; and he never did." "Well, that at least was civil of him." Caius spoke in full earnest.
"No, sir; he's not civil; he's a beast of a man.

There's no sort of low trick that he hasn't done, only it can't be proved against him; for he's the sort of beast that is a snake; he only married madame for the money he'll get with her.