She sank back on the sofa and hid her face in her hands.
Excited by these intimate confessions, I made an attempt to put my arms round her. She offered no resistance, she trembled and breathed heavily, but suddenly she felt remorse and repulsed me.
Strange enigma which was beginning to provoke me!
What did she want from me? Everything! But she shrank from the real crime, the illegitimate child.
I took her in my arms and kissed her, I tried to rouse her passion. She freed herself and left me, but, I thought, a shade less disappointed than before.
And now, what?
Confess to the husband? It has been done.
Give him details?... There are no details to give.
She continued to visit me.