"What will it matter?" he cried. "I shall have had my revenge."

"My pet," she said, "in a business of that kind one never has one's

revenge if one doesn't take it directly."

He paused and stammered. He was certainly no poltroon, but he felt

that she was right. An uneasy feeling was growing momentarily

stronger within him, a poor, shameful feeling which softened his

anger now that it was at its hottest. Moreover, in her frank desire

to tell him everything, she dealt him a fresh blow.