Chantelouve thought to entice him by delays, she had miscalculated.

This morning, already, he was weary of the comedy.
His reflections began to be slightly tinged with bitterness.

He was angry at the woman for having wished to keep him in suspense, and he was angry at himself for having permitted her to make a fool of him.

Then certain expressions, the impertinence of which had not struck him at first, chilled him now.

"Her nervous trick of laughing, which sometimes caught her in public places," then her declaration that she did not need his permission, nor even his person, in order to possess him, seemed to him unbecoming, to say the least, and uncalled for, as he had not run after her nor indeed made any advances to her at all.
"I will fix you," he said, "when I get some hold over you." But in the calm awakening of this morning the spell of the woman had relaxed.