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To our shame or our glory the point is too nice for me to decide it is of love alone that women are insatiable. Oh! Louise, change yet, while there is still time. If you would only adopt the same course with Macumer that I have done with l'Estorade, you might rouse the sleeping lion in your husband, who is made of the stuff of heroes. One might almost say that you grudge him his greatness.
Then, in order to change the conversation, he asked Madame de Camps about their visit. "Oh!" she replied, "the place is enchanting; you have no idea of its elegance and comfort." "How about Gaston?" asked Monsieur de l'Estorade. "He was, I won't say very calm," replied Madame de l'Estorade, "but at any rate master of himself.
"But if by reading it some misfortune might be averted?" "Yes, yes; that is just what keeps me in doubt." Here Madame de l'Estorade cut the matter short by entering the room. Lucas had told her of the unexpected arrival of Philippe. "Is anything the matter?" she asked with anxious curiosity.
"That is saying too much," said Madame Octave. "No," said her husband, "I agree with madame; all the venom of this affair could have been destroyed by one action of de l'Estorade's, and in refusing to make it he is, if not the author, at least the accomplice of this slander." "Your wife has told you " began Madame de l'Estorade in a reproachful tone.
While they waited in the antechamber for the child, Monsieur de l'Estorade noticed that Lucas was standing up beside a half-finished letter. "Whom are you writing to?" he said to his old servant. "To my son," replied Lucas, "who is very impatient to get his sergeant's stripes. I am telling him that Monsieur le comte has promised to speak to his colonel for him."
From that point of view, i' faith, politics have a poetic side which is not out of keeping with my past life. Now, to take up your other warning: that of my passion born or to be born for Madame de l'Estorade. I quote your most judicious deductions for the purpose of answering them fully.
"Not I," replied Monsieur de l'Estorade; "and if I had the honor of being anything in my own house, I should forbid you to send anybody in my place." "My dear, you are the master here, and since you put so much feeling into your refusal, let us say no more; I will bear my anxiety as best I can."
Might it not therefore be that the only requisite for a happy marriage was friendship a friendship which, for the sake of these advantages, would shut its eyes to many of the imperfections of humanity? Now there was no obstacle to the existence of friendship between myself and Louis de l'Estorade.
Tell me every detail of what happens to you, especially in the first few days, with that strange animal called a husband. I promise to do the same for you if ever I am loved. Farewell, poor martyred darling. XI. MME. DE L'ESTORADE TO MLLE. DE CHAULIEU La Crampade. Your Spaniard and you make me shudder, my darling. I write this line to beg of you to dismiss him.
Madame de l'Estorade looked at her friend, as if to consult her. "He is that organist who was so useful to Monsieur de Sallenauve during the election. I don't know what he can want of me." "Never mind," said Madame de Camps, "receive him. Before beginning hostilities it is always well to know what is going on in the enemy's camp." "Show him in," said the countess. Jacques Bricheteau entered.
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