In which he resembled his betters.

Men are usually at ease of mind in the presence of one woman only.

At night I often heard him blowing the dust from his nostrils at the threshold of my door, whither he came to satisfy himself that I was in my room and all well in the house before he sought his own mat.
When I went softly to my bedroom he was still sniffing at the study door.
I must have slept a couple of hours only when my door handle was quietly turned, and, being a light sleeper, I became aware of a presence in the room before a touch was laid upon my shoulder.

It was Madame de Clericy.
"Where is my husband ?" she asked, and added: "I thought he was sitting up with you." "No; I have been alone all the evening," answered I, with a quick feeling of uneasiness.
"I do not think that he is in the house at all," said Madame, moving towards the door.

"Will you get up and dress?
You will find me in the morning-room." Lighting my candle, this woman of few words left me.