"With whom?"
At last, she said.
"With a young man."
He turned towards her abruptly, and in a dry tone, said.
"Well, I suppose it wasn't with some kitchen wench. I ask you who was the young man—do you understand?"
She did not answer. He tore away the sheet which she had drawn over her head, and pushed her into the middle of the bed, repeating.
"I want to know with what young man—do you understand?"
Then, she replied with some difficulty in uttering the words.
"I only wanted to laugh." But he fairly shook with rage: "What? How is that? You only wanted to laugh? So then you were making game of me? I'm not going to be satisfied with these evasions, let me tell you! I ask you what was the young man's name?"
She did not reply, but lay motionless on her back.