No matter whether he was to blame or not; somebody, it seemed to me, must be more to blame.
"What shall you do about it ?" he inquired of me.

"Shall you tell Madame Beck what you have found, and cause a stir--an esclandre ?" I thought I ought to tell, and said so; adding that I did not believe there would be either stir or esclandre: Madame was much too prudent to make a noise about an affair of that sort connected with her establishment.
He stood looking down and meditating.

He was both too proud and too honourable to entreat my secresy on a point which duty evidently commanded me to communicate.

I wished to do right, yet loathed to grieve or injure him.

Just then Rosine glanced out through the open door; she could not see us, though between the trees I could plainly see her: her dress was grey, like mine.