The fair Jeanne scorned Cayrol and Cayrol adored her.

He had often seen those things happen.

He knew the baggages so well! Nobody knew more of women than he did.

He had known some more difficult to manage than proud Mademoiselle Jeanne.
An old leaven of hatred had festered in Savinien's heart against Jeanne since the time when the younger branch of the Desvarennes had reason to fear that the superb heritage was going to the adopted daughter.
Savinien had lost the fear, but had kept up the animosity.

And everything that could happen to Jeanne of a vexing or painful nature would be witnessed by him with pleasure.
He was about to encourage Marechal to continue his revelations, and had risen and was leaning on the desk.