Then Jeanne went of her own accord to the room door.
"Come, Monsieur," called she to Cayrol.
The husband, grown cooler while waiting, and troubled at the length of the interview, showed his anxious face on the threshold.

He saw Madame Desvarennes grave, and Jeanne collected.

He dared not speak.
"Cayrol, everything is explained," said the mistress.

"You have nothing to fear from him whom you suspected.

He is separated from Jeanne forever, And; besides, nothing has passed between him and her who is your wife that could arouse your jealousy.