Grace

"You can start by leaving me alone!" roared Duperrier. "Put me back on vegetable broth and noodles? I'd like to see that! So you think you know what I ought to do better than I do? Put me back on noodles! What a lot of nerve! You roll all over in sin to do something nice for a woman, and this is all the thanks you get. Be quiet! I don't know what keeps me from giving you a couple slaps."

One sin leads to another, and gluttony denied provokes wrath; pride likewise inclines one to anger. Duperrier let himself go with this new sin, not really knowing whether it was for his wife's benefit or whether he was just giving in to his penchant. This man who had always been known for his gentleness and affability, now yelled his head off, though nothing of smashing the china, and didn't hesitate to beat his wife now and then. He even took the Lord's name in vain. These increasingly frequent fits of anger did not make him any less prideful or gluttonous. He was now sinning on three fronts, and Mme. Duperrier was making some fairly gloomy remarks about God's infinite indulgence.