He is laughing still when he enters the dining-room; but a glance from his wife stops him short.
Sidonie is seated at table before the chafing-dish, already filled.

Her martyr-like attitude suggests a determination to be cross.
"Oh! there you are.

It's very lucky!" Risler took his seat, a little ashamed.
"What would you have, my love?
That child is so--" "I have asked you before now not to speak to me in that way.

It isn't good form." "What, not when we're alone ?" "Bah! you will never learn to adapt yourself to our new fortune.

And what is the result?
No one in this place treats me with any respect.
Pere Achille hardly touches his hat to me when I pass his lodge.