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Meantime I sank aghast into the chair which she had vacated. "Moissart and Voissart!"
My daughter's daughter, Mademoiselle Voissart, she marry von Monsieur Croissart, and den again, my daughter's grande daughter, Mademoiselle Croissart, she marry von Monsieur Froissart; and I suppose you say dat dat is not von ver respectaable name." "Froissart!" said I, beginning to faint, "why, surely you don't say Moissart, and Voissart, and Croissart, and Froissart?"
The miniature said twenty-seven years and seven months!" "To be sure! dat is so! ver true! but den de portraite has been take for dese fifty-five year. Ven I go marry my segonde usbande, Monsieur Lalande, at dat time I had de portraite take for my daughter by my first usbande, Monsieur Moissart!" "Moissart!" said I.
My daughter, Mademoiselle Moissart, she marry von Monsieur Voissart, and de name is bot ver respectaable name." "Moissart?" I exclaimed, "and Voissart! Why, what is it you mean?" "Vat I mean? I mean Moissart and Voissart; and for de matter of dat, I mean Croissart and Froisart, too, if I only tink proper to mean it.
She, too, was quite a child when married; and her mother, also, Madame Moissart, was only fourteen when led to the altar. These early marriages are usual in France. Here, however, are Moissart, Voissart, Croissart, and Froissart, all in the direct line of descent.
His wife my mother, whom he married at fifteen was a Mademoiselle Croissart, eldest daughter of Croissart the banker, whose wife, again, being only sixteen when married, was the eldest daughter of one Victor Voissart. Monsieur Voissart, very singularly, had married a lady of similar name a Mademoiselle Moissart.
"Yes," she replied, leaning fully back in her chair, and stretching out her lower limbs at great length; "yes, Moissart, and Voissart, and Croissart, and Froissart.
I am Napoleon Bonaparte Froissart! and if I havn't married my great, great, grandmother, I wish I may be everlastingly confounded!" Madame Eugenie Lalande, quasi Simpson formerly Moissart was, in sober fact, my great, great, grandmother.
"Yes, Moissart," said she, mimicking my pronunciation, which, to speak the truth, was none of the best, "and vat den? Vat you know about de Moissart?" "Nothing, you old fright! I know nothing about him at all; only I had an ancestor of that name, once upon a time." "Dat name! and vat you ave for say to dat name? 'Tis ver goot name; and so is Voissart dat is ver goot name too.
I repeated, thoughtfully, as she cut one of her pigeon-wings, and "Croissart and Froissart!" as she completed another "Moissart and Voissart and Croissart and Napoleon Bonaparte Froissart! why, you ineffable old serpent, that's me that's me d'ye hear? that's me" here I screamed at the top of my voice "that's me-e-e!
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