Pierre, too, was looking at them, and a harsh laugh suddenly broke form his lips. Without turning to him Mme. Roland said:
"What is it?"
He spoke with a sneer.
"I am learning. Learning how a man lays himself out to be cozened by his wife."
She flushed with rage, exasperated by the insinuation she believed was intended.
"In whose name do you say that?"
"In Jean's, by Heaven! It is immensely funny to see those two."
She murmured in a low voice, tremulous with feeling: "O Pierre, how cruel you are! That woman is honesty itself. Your brother could not find a better."
He laughed aloud, a hard, satirical laugh:
"Ha! hah! Hah! Honesty itself! All wives are honesty itself—and all husbands are—betrayed." And he shouted with laughter.
She made no reply, but rose, hastily went down the sloping beach, and at the risk of tumbling into one of the rifts hidden by the sea-weed, of breaking a leg or an arm, she hastened, almost running, plunging through the pools without looking, straight to her other son.
Seeing her approach, Jean called out:
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