The novelist, who had been strolling about alone his wife having remained at home beside his ailing mother had just stopped short, heart-rent, below the little canvas, which he had espied by chance. Ah! how disgusted he felt with life! He abruptly lived the days of his youth over again.
When Sandoz and his wife at last found themselves alone in the drawing-room, where the atmosphere now was stifling heated by the lights and heavy, as it were, with melancholy silence after all the outbursts of the quarrelling they looked at one another and let their arms fall, quite heart-rent by the unfortunate issue of their dinner party.