She did not try to feed her jealousy, nor to accentuate the cruelty of the cause of the insult which she had the right to launch at the man toward whom that very morning she had been so confiding, so tender.

The baseness and the cruelty were to remain forever unknown to the woman who no longer hesitated as to the bold resolution she had made.No.That which she expected of the man whom she had loved so dearly, of whom she had entertained so exalted an opinion, whom she had just seen fall so low, was a cry of truth, an avowal in which she would find the throb of a last remnant of honor.

If he were silent it was not because he was preparing a denial.

The tenor of Maud's letter left no doubt as to the nature of the proofs she had in her hand, which she had there no doubt.

How?
He did not ask himself that question, governed as he was by a phenomenon in which was revealed to the full the singular complexity of his nature.