And it is a riddle I mean to solve, too." The priest shook his head as if he would have said: "Strong men have given up the task, what can a weak woman do ?" Henrietta told her husband not a word of all this, and the chatter about the black jewelry gradually died a natural death.

Hatszegi sent back her property to the widow and told her where she could find the vendor--in Paris.

We can readily imagine that she did not go all the way to Paris to make enquiries, being quite content with getting back her stolen property.
This incident made such an impression on Henrietta that she avoided all those circles in which she had been so ruthlessly exposed to insult.

A blush of shame and anger suffused her face whenever she thought of it.
She also abandoned all her work of benevolence among the people.

She began to think that her husband was right after all when he said, as he did continually: "Let the gentry stick to the gentry, and the poor to the poor!" In fact she was now inclined to think him right in everything; the easiest thing a wife can do, she said to herself, is to trust her husband implicitly.