But Arnoux was in an anxious state of mind.
"You don't know her; she has got hysterical now! Idiot of a clerk! This is what comes of being too good. If I had not given that cursed shawl to Rosanette!"
"Don't regret having done so a bit. Nobody could be more grateful to you than she is."
"Do you really think so?"
Frederick had not a doubt of it. The best proof of it was her dismissal of Père Oudry.
"Ah! poor little thing!"
And in the excess of his emotion, Arnoux wanted to rush off to her forthwith.
"'Tisn't worth while. I am calling to see her. She is unwell."
"All the more reason for my going."
He quickly put on his coat again, and took up his candlestick. Frederick cursed his own stupidity, and pointed out to him that for decency's sake he ought to remain this night with his wife. He could not leave her; it would be very nasty.