right and wrong

He paused and stammered. He was certainly no poltroon, but he felt

that she was right. An uneasy feeling was growing momentarily

stronger within him, a poor, shameful feeling which softened his

anger now that it was at its hottest. Moreover, in her frank desire

to tell him everything, she dealt him a fresh blow.

"And d'you want to know what's annoying you, dearest? Why, that you

are deceiving your wife yourself. You don't sleep away from home

for nothing, eh? Your wife must have her suspicions. Well then,