"but I think that, however much he may differ from you, he likes you."
Her husband burst out irritably:
"You women," he exclaimed, "are simply impossible! Who would ever have thought that you could have found a word of excuse for Brauws! Why, I was afraid that you would cover me with reproaches and point out to me that, even though we see nobody, you wouldn't want to receive a socialist friend of mine. But there's no understanding women!"
He was dissatisfied, out of temper, because of Brauws and that spasmodic conversation; and his tone seemed to invite a scene. But Constance raised her eyes to his very calmly and said, so gently and quietly that the voice did not sound like hers to his ears:
"Henri, your friend Brauws is a man and an exceptional man; and that is enough to captivate a woman for a moment."
"Well, you can ask him every day, for all I care."
"I didn't ask him."
"No, I did, of course!"
"Don't let us quarrel, Henri. Mr. Brauws asked himself. But, if you would rather not see any more of him, we won't encourage him again; and then he'll stay away of his own accord . . ."
