It would have satisfied him had he observed, instead of meditated, that the truth with regard to the author of the anonymous letters might have become clear to him, as clear as the courage of Madame Steno in meeting danger--as the blind confidence of Madame Gorka--as the disdainful imperturbability of Maitland before his rival and the suppressed rage of that rival--as the finesse of Hafner in sustaining the general conversation--as the assiduous attentions of Ardea to Fanny--as the emotion of the latter--as clear as Alba's sense of relief.

All those faces, on Boleslas's entrance, had expressed different feelings.

Only one had, for several minutes, expressed the joy of crime and the avidity of ultimately satisfied hatred.

But as it was that of little Madame Maitland, the silent creature, considered so constantly by him as stupid and insignificant, Dorsenne had not paid more attention to it than had the other witnesses the surprising reappearance of the betrayed lover.
Every country has a metaphor to express the idea that there is no worse water than that which is stagnant.

Still waters run deep, say the English, and the Italians, Still waters ruin bridges.
These adages would not be accurate if one did not forget them in practise, and the professional analyst of the feminine heart had entirely forgotten them on that evening..