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Updated: June 21, 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.
Everybody listens and looks. Adolphe becomes the object of every one's attention; he is literally dumb with amazement: if he could, he would whisk Caroline off through a trap, as at the theatre. "This is Monsieur Foullepointe, my husband," says Madame Foullepointe. Caroline turns scarlet as she sees her ridiculous blunder, and Adolphe scathes her with a look of thirty-six candlepower.
Caroline bows to a fat gentleman with thin gray hair, who follows this Paris Andalusian, and who exhibits a face and paunch fit for Silenus, a butter-colored pate, a deceitful, libertine smile upon his big, heavy lips, in short, a philosopher! Caroline looks upon this individual with astonishment. "Monsieur Foullepointe, my dear," says Adolphe, presenting the worthy quinquagenarian. "Madame !"
"Well, if I were to meet you at an opera ball, and if you weren't my wife, I declare, I shouldn't know which " "You are real sweet to-day. Don't forget to invite them to dinner Saturday." "I'll do it to-night. Foullepointe and I often meet on 'Change." "Now," says Caroline, "this young woman will doubtless tell me what her method of action is." Caroline resumes her post of observation.
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