"For your own!" exclaimed Madame Arnoux, springing to her feet and standing erect before him.
"I swear to you!"
"Don't begin over again. I know everything."
"Ha! quite right. So you're spying on me!"
She returned coldly:
"Perhaps that wounds your delicacy?"
"Since you are in a passion," said Arnoux, looking for his hat, "and can't be reasoned with——"
Then, with a big sigh:
"Don't marry, my poor friend, don't, if you take my advice!"
And he took himself off, finding it absolutely necessary to get into the open air.