Monsieur, Madame and Bebe, Complete

t is ruched, ruched, ruched, loves o

hat is good

skirts of blue silk like the bodice; but a lovely blue, something like-a little

He is very happy in

stands at once-a subdued bl

now that Ernestine has not forgiven h

antry? The other evening when the Abb

his son, who

bbe's son? (Both b

a!-what are you saying,

d you add, 'And his son.' It is your fault, dear. H

r hey mouth)-Be quiet, be quiet;

t of whose son

Albert, a picture of innocence. He heard your

n't know to what you refer.

ment in the middle of the room, your husband appeared as if looking for something, and when Ernestine asked him what it was

ot get out of it; he has met the two Abbes, twice runnin

regardless you are getting in your

I never cared to meet pries

nd if I did not know you better-but d

lon, that is quite dif

kly)-His manners

is such an admirable frame for his p

e moment he wiped away a tear; he was no longer master of his emotions; but he grew calm almost immediately-his power of self-command is marvellous; then he went on

that yellow bonnet. What a

woman. A bishopric has been offered these messieurs, I know,

bishopric offered to Madame

ld be revered. I tell you that the mitre and the ring have been offered to the Abby Gelon. W

es, he has a

on these worldly details, but after all his hand is really beautiful. Do you know (enthusiastic

rsday, but Madame Savain came to try on my bodice and I had a

the skirts are

ch is an idea of my own-I have not seen it a

d me that you had suppressed

afraid that the corsage would look a little bare. Madame Savain had laid on, at intervals, some ridiculous frippery. I wanted

here was a large crowd. He demolished all the horrible

have read

nything more-well, it must be very bad 'Messieurs de l'OEuvre' for the Abbe

Well, w

oes it not! They sell his photograph; he has a satanic look. (Looking at the clock.) Half-past two-I must run away; I have given no orders about dinner. These three fast-day

ed I do not make my husband leaner; he eats

all, if we do not in this life impose some privations upon ourselves-n

es, I am saf

on begged me to accept a complete dispensation on account of my headaches, but I refused. Yes! I refused o

husband, you are wrong. Augustus is not

ject, and we may expect allusions-Ah! I forgot to tell you; I am collecting and I expect your mite, dear. I take as low a sum as a denier (the twelfth of a penny). I have an idea of

go now. How

resent, quite simply and

, black become

es not suit me at all ill. Tuesday, then. But my dea

I can not p

d speaks of his youth, the tears come into his eyes. I must tell you; that he has not always been as he is now; he was a gay boy in his youth, poor fellow. I do not detest a

for, in He

r house, but for a pious object, you may be sure, during Lent; it is so as

esday, dear; i

Kind regards to your reprobate. I li