Well, he is not happier than I am!" Jeanne rose abruptly, and gave her husband a terrible look.
"Monsieur!" she cried with rage.
"I beg your pardon," said Cayrol, humbly; "I appear ridiculous to you, but my happiness is stronger than I am, and I cannot hide my joy.

You will see that I can be grateful.

I will spend my life in trying to please you.

I have a surprise for you to begin with." "What kind of surprise ?" asked Jeanne, with indifference.
Cayrol rubbed his hands with a mysterious air.

He was enjoying beforehand the pleasant surprise he had in store for his wife.
"You think we are going to Paris to spend our honeymoon like ordinary folk ?" Jeanne started.