"You—you—did—really—deceive him?"
She was still under the impression that he thought the thing infinitely pleasant, and replied.
"Yes—really—really."
He was obliged to sit up in bed so great was the shock he received, holding his breath, just as overwhelmed as if he had just been told that he was a cuckold himself. At first, he was unable to articulate properly; then after the lapse of a minute or so, he merely ejaculated.
"Ah!"
She, too, had stopped laughing now, realizing her mistake too late.
Leuillet, at length asked.
"And with whom?"
She kept silent, cudgeling her brain to find some excuse.
He repeated his question.