As they left the drawing-room about midnight, Julien found time to say to his mistress: 'Do not let us meet tonight, your husband has suspicions; I would swear that that long letter he was reading with such displeasure is an anonymous one.'
Comme on quittait le salon sur le minuit, Julien eut le temps de dire à son amie : – Ne nous voyons pas ce soir, votre mari a des soupçons ; je jurerais que cette grande lettre qu’il lisait en soupirant est une lettre anonyme.