He could no longer speak or think of anything else and said in a spiteful tone, “I say, Made?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Did you ever cuckold poor Charles?”
She murmured disdainfully, “How stupid you are with your stock joke.”
But he would not abandon the idea.
“Come, Made, dear, be frank and acknowledge it. You cuckolded him, eh? Come, admit that you cuckolded him?”
She was silent, shocked as all women are by this expression.
He went on obstinately, “Hang it all, if ever anyone had the head for a cuckold it was he. Oh! yes. It would please me to know that he was one. What a fine head for horns.” He felt that she was smiling at some recollection, perhaps, and persisted, saying, “Come out with it. What does it matter? It would be very comical to admit that you had deceived him, to me.”