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Updated: June 19, 2025
After a while, a boy leaned out: "Hey, l'Americain, vous voulez monter?" "Where are you going?" "Conflans-Ste.-Honorine." "Where's that?" The boy flourished his whip vaguely towards the horse's head. "All right," said Andrews. "These are potatoes," said the boy, "make yourself comfortable. Andrews offered him a cigarette, which he took with muddy fingers.
If it is to-day all small men, and to-morrow gnomes and dwarfs, we may know that the period is demanding them from Nature. When the General had completed let it be called no less than the ceremony of his toilet, he took his chocolate and his pain de Paris. Honorine could not imagine him breakfasting on anything but pain de Paris.
I go every evening to chat with the old woman, to hear from her all that Honorine has done during the day, the lightest word she has spoken, for a single exclamation might betray to me the secrets of that soul which is wilfully deaf and dumb.
When Madame Honorine solves that enigma she has made up her mind how to act. As for Journel, it amused him more and more. He would have given far more than thirty dollars a month for this drama; for he was not only rich, but a great farceur. That was what she was called by everybody as soon as she was seen or described.
Inhaling the perfume of violets that accompanied her, I understood how the memory of this wife had arrested the Count on the threshold of debauchery, and how impossible it would be ever to forget a creature who really was a flower to the touch, a flower to the eye, a flower of fragrance, a heavenly flower to the soul.... Honorine inspired devotion, chivalrous devotion, regardless of reward.
"You are essentially Balzacian all interesting things are but I cannot remember any woman in the Human Comedy like you Honorine, perhaps." "What does she do?" "She's a married woman who has left her husband for a lover who very soon deserts her. Her husband tries in vain to love other women, but his wife holds his affections and he makes every effort to win her back.
Religion and pity led me to renounce my vow of solitude; you are here!" She paused. ""At first," she went on, "you asked no more. Now you demand your wife. Well, here I give you Honorine, such as she is, without deceiving you as to what she will be. What shall I be? A mother? I hope it. Believe me, I hope it eagerly.
"Such a thing has been known for a few months," said Claude Vignon, with deep irony. "Comtesse Honorine is not unique of her kind," replied the Ambassador to Mademoiselle des Touches. "A man, nay, and a politician, a bitter writer, was the object of such a passion; and the pistol shot which killed him hit not him alone; the woman who loved lived like a nun ever after."
"'At last I painted my situation in a letter to her, giving up the attempt to speak of it. Honorine made no answer, and she was so sad that I made as though I had not written. I was deeply grieved by the idea that I could have distressed her; she read my heart and forgave me. And this was how. Three days ago she received me, for the first time, in her own blue-and-white room.
At consultations, in Court, by night, I dream so incessantly of Honorine that only by excessive strength of mind do I succeed in attending to what I am doing and saying. This is the secret of my labors. "'Well, I felt no more anger with her than a father can feel on seeing his beloved child in some danger it has imprudently rushed into.
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