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"You are lucky indeed," returns Madame Deschars with evident jealousy. "Still, a wife who discharges all her duties, deserves such luck, it seems to me." When this terrible sentiment falls from the lips of a married woman, it is clear that she does her duty, after the manner of school-boys, for the reward she expects. At school, a prize is the object: in marriage, a shawl or a piece of jewelry.
Caroline abandons her shabby dress and appears in a splendid one. She is at the Deschars': every one compliments her upon her taste, upon the richness of her materials, upon her lace, her jewels. "Ah! you have a charming husband!" says Madame Deschars. Adolphe tosses his head proudly, and looks at Caroline. "My husband, madame! I cost that gentleman nothing, thank heaven!
"Well!" she replies, "it is not yet time for Charles to go to school." You have gained nothing at all. "But, my dear, Monsieur Deschars certainly sent his little Julius to school at six years. Go and examine the schools and you will find lots of little boys of six there." You talk for ten minutes more without the slightest interruption, and then you ejaculate another "Well?"
"Dear me, madame," says Madame de Fischtaminel, "it's better that our husbands should have cosy little times with us than with " "Deschars! " suddenly puts in Madame Deschars, as she gets up and says good-bye. Caroline, flattered in every one of her vanities, abandons herself to the pleasures of pride and high living, two delicious capital sins. Adolphe is gaining ground again, but alas!
"Yes, dear, in the married state, many things will happen to you which you are far from expecting: but then others will happen which you expect still less. For instance " "For instance " she says. He nevertheless thinks proper to avow that this person is neither Madame Foullepointe, nor Madame de Fischtaminel, nor Madame Deschars.
Monsieur Deschars remarks, with that profound knowledge of figures which distinguishes the ex-notary, that the cost of going to Paris and back, added to the interest of the cost of his villa, to the taxes, wages of the gate-keeper and his wife, are equal to a rent of three thousand francs a year. He does not see how he, an ex-notary, allowed himself to be so caught!
No more love, then! "As for me," Madame Deschars is piqued "I am reasonable. Deschars committed such follies once, but I put a stop to it. You see, my dear, we have two children, and I confess that one or two hundred francs are quite a consideration for me, as the mother of a family."
"You said he was young and fair," whispers Madame Deschars. Madame Foullepointe, knowing lady that she is, boldly stares at the ceiling. A month after, Madame Foullepointe and Caroline become intimate. Adolphe, who is taken up with Madame de Fischtaminel, pays no attention to this dangerous friendship, a friendship which will bear its fruits, for pray learn this Axiom.
They soon reach Marnes, beyond Ville d'Avray, where the Deschars are spreading themselves in a villa copied from one at Florence, and surrounded by Swiss meadows, though without all the objectionable features of the Alps. "Dear me! what a delightful thing a country house like this must be!" exclaims Caroline, as she walks in the admirable wood that skirts Marnes and Ville d'Avray.
The gadfly does not immediately sting you; it begins by buzzing in your ears, and you do not at first know what it is. Thus, apropos of nothing, in the most natural way in the world, Caroline says: "Madame Deschars had a lovely dress on, yesterday." "She is a woman of taste," returns Adolphe, though he is far from thinking so.
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