They do not dare to undeceive their neighbor.

And I did the same.
"The felicities of the honeymoon do not exist.

On the contrary, it is a period of uneasiness, of shame, of pity, and, above all, of ennui,--of ferocious ennui.

It is something like the feeling of a youth when he is beginning to smoke.

He desires to vomit; he drivels, and swallows his drivel, pretending to enjoy this little amusement.