He helped her, he advised her simply and naturally, and at the same time played his game with courtesy.
My wife seemed interested only in the music.

She was very simple and agreeable.

Throughout the evening I feigned, not only for the others, but for myself, an interest solely in the music.

Really, I was continually tortured by jealousy.

From the first minute that the musician's eyes met those of my wife, I saw that he did not regard her as a disagreeable woman, with whom on occasion it would be unpleasant to enter into intimate relations.
"If I had been pure, I should not have dreamed of what he might think of her.