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Updated: June 5, 2025
The dreadful Madame Cardot got into her hackney-coach again, staring insolently at the hapless Dinah, in whose heart the sting still rankled of "that is all very fine in words"; but who, nevertheless, like every woman in love, believed in the murmured, "Do not cry, Didine!"
He saw that Didine meant to be the journalist's guardian spirit and lead him into a nobler road; she had seen that the difficulties of his practical life were due to some moral defects. Between two beings united by love in one so genuine, and in the other so well feigned more than one confidence had been exchanged in the course of four months.
This brief triumph brought greater happiness to the poor woman than she had ever known in the whole of her provincial existence; still, as they left the theatre she was very grave. "What ails you, my Didine?" asked Lousteau. "I am wondering how a woman succeeds in conquering the world?" "There are two ways.
And Didine once out of the way," he went on, talking to himself, "I will treat Maman Cardot to a call and a novelette: I have seduced her Felicie at Saint-Eustache Felicie, guilty through passion, bears in her bosom the pledge of our affection and larifla, fla, fla! the father Ergo, the notary, his wife, and his daughter are caught, nabbed "
Didine loved him so wholly, that in certain moments when her critical judgment, just by nature, and constantly exercised since she had lived in Paris, compelled her to read to the bottom of Lousteau's soul, sense was still too much for reason, and suggested excuses. "And what am I?" she replied. "A woman who has put herself outside the pale.
Luckily Didine is not a bit afraid of him. Up to date they have never fought. Didine has a great admiration for Khaki, and will tag him. The difference in their characters is too funny. For example, if Didine brings a mouse into the garden Khaki never attempts to touch it.
"Oh, I will be more than your wife I am your slave, I give you my life," said the poor deluded creature. "I did not believe I could love you more than I did! Now I shall not be a mere incident, but your whole life?" "Yes, my beautiful, my generous Didine." "Swear to me," said she, "that only death shall divide us." Lousteau was ready to sweeten his vows with the most fascinating prettinesses.
The tone, the words, the cold look, all hit the hapless woman so hard, who lived only in her love, that two large tears trickled slowly down her cheeks, while she did not speak a word, and Lousteau only saw them when she took out her handkerchief to wipe away these two beads of anguish. "What is it, Didine?" he asked, touched to the heart by this excessive sensibility.
The tone, the words, the cold look, all hit the hapless woman so hard, who lived only in her love, that two large tears trickled slowly down her cheeks, while she did not speak a word, and Lousteau only saw them when she took out her handkerchief to wipe away these two beads of anguish. "What is it, Didine?" he asked, touched to the heart by this excessive sensibility.
"Come, Didine, go with Pamela and get your trunks unloaded," said he in her ear. "Go; do not cry; we will be happy!" He led her to the door, and then came back to divert the storm. "Monsieur," said Madame Cardot, "I congratulate myself on having resolved to see for myself the home of the man who was to have been my son-in-law.
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