Her mother had advised her to marry to acquire respectability and material comfort, the obedient little girl married a successful Catholic writer a few years later, giving her two beautiful children, a spacious house, a few servants, and glittering social evenings. But in her thirties, Rose can no longer fall asleep at the side of her husband, who is imperturbably indifferent to her charms and neglects her, to develop, with more attentive ears, endless considerations on divine values in this world. So, in the evening, the young woman lets herself be drawn into pleasantly equivocal reveries. And if the day finds her repentant at the feet of her confessor, the night lurks again with its temptations and the virile torso of a handsome groom straight out of "Lady Chatterley's Lover", one of her clandestine reads.