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Updated: June 10, 2025
"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.
"Monsieur de Fischtaminel, who went away in 1809, with the rank of sub-lieutenant, at the age of eighteen, has had no other education than that due to discipline, to the natural sense of honor of a noble and a soldier: but though he possesses tact, the sentiment of probity, and a proper subordination, his ignorance is gross, he knows absolutely nothing, and he has a horror of learning anything.
Madame de has told her young friend, Madame de Fischtaminel, that she had been compelled to make an extraordinary confession to her spiritual director, and to perform penance, the director having decided that she was in a state of mortal sin. This lady, who goes to mass every morning, is a woman of thirty-six years, thin and slightly pimpled.
If Caroline writes the following little note to Madame de Fischtaminel: "Dearest Angel: "You will probably see Adolphe to-morrow, but do not keep him too long, for I want to go to ride with him at five: but if you are desirous of taking him to ride yourself, do so and I will take him up. You ought to teach me your secret for entertaining used-up people as you do."
I shall be walled up here at home, and that's all you want. I asked the favor of you, though I was sure of a refusal: I only wanted to know how you would go to work to give it." "But, Caroline " "Leave me alone at the riding-school!" she continues without listening. "Is that a reason? Can't I go with Madame de Fischtaminel?
Would you believe that it is during the night, when we are the most closely united, that I am the most alone? His sleep is my asylum, my liberty begins when he slumbers. This state of siege will yet make me sick: I am never alone. If Monsieur de Fischtaminel were jealous, I should have a resource.
"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!
"Have you done, dear?" he asks, profiting by an instant in which she tosses her head after a pointed interrogation. Then Caroline concludes thus: "I've had enough of the villa, and I'll never set foot in it again. But I know what will happen: you'll keep it, probably, and leave me in Paris. Well, at Paris, I can at least amuse myself, while you go with Madame de Fischtaminel to the woods.
You delivered me from all care on that point, and I thank heaven for it every day of my life." Madame de Fischtaminel has called to pay Madame Caroline a visit. She finds her coughing feebly and nearly bent double over her embroidery. "Ah, so you are working those slippers for your dear Adolphe?" Adolphe is standing before the fire-place as complacently as may be.
"No, madame, it's for a tradesman who pays me for them: like the convicts, my labor enables me to treat myself to some little comforts." Adolphe reddens; he can't very well beat his wife, and Madame de Fischtaminel looks at him as much as to say, "What does this mean?" "You cough a good deal, my darling," says Madame de Fischtaminel. "Oh!" returns Caroline, "what is life to me?"
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