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I recalled the scenes in Rome, the scenes in Paris, and the
insults I had received under my own roof.
It was all in vain. Whether God means it that the woman's fault in
breaking her marriage vows (whatever her sufferings and excuse) shall be
greater than that of the man I do not know. I only know that I was
trembling like a prisoner before her judge when, being dressed for
dinner and waiting for the sound of the bell, I heard my husband's
footsteps approach my door.
I was standing by the fire at that moment, and I held on to the
mantelpiece as my husband came into the room.


SEVENTY-SIXTH CHAPTER

He was very pale. The look of hardness, almost of brutality, which
pierced his manner at normal moments had deepened, and I could see at a
glance that he was nervous. His monocle dropped of itself from his slow
grey eyes, and the white fat fingers which replaced it trembled.
Without shaking hands or offering any other sort of salutation he
plunged immediately into the matter that was uppermost in his mind.


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