Madame de Cocheforet has spent this afternoon--thanks to your absence and your imbecility--with her husband.
Yes, I hope that hurts you!' she went on, savagely snapping her little white teeth together.

'I hope that stings you; to spy and do vile work, and do it ill, Monsieur Mouchard--Monsieur de Mouchard, I should say--I congratulate you!' 'You are not Madame de Cocheforet ?' I cried, stunned, even in the midst of my shame and rage, by this blow.
'No, Monsieur!' she answered grimly.

'I am not! I am not.

And permit me to point out--for we do not all lie easily--that I never said I was.

You deceived yourself so skilfully that we had no need to trick you.' 'Mademoiselle, then ?' I muttered.
'Is Madame!' she cried.