—Shame lies in scandal, she added sententiously. Reassure yourself; that pretty young lady will hold her tongue.
She spoke low, slowly, with perfect calm, and each word penetrated the priest's heart like a steel blade.
Like all persons ashamed of having been caught, he put himself in a passion.
—You! he cried. You here? Who called you? You were not gone to bed then? What do you want? What have you just been doing? You are always listening then at the doors?
—That is useful sometimes, the woman said sententiously.
—What, you dare to admit that wretched fault without blushing at it?
—There are many others who ought to blush and yet don't blush.
—What do you mean? Come, speak? what do you want?
—Only to talk with you. You have had a long talk with Mademoiselle Suzanne
Durand! you can well listen to me a little in my turn.
—What do you say? wicked creature! what do you say?