Part 20 (1/2)
I heard a clatter of crockery, a rustling of silk my wife mad?
Louise soon came and opened the door.
”Don't scold me for having shut you up,” she said, kissing me. ”Look how I have beautified myself? Do you recognize the coiffure you are so fond of, the chignon high, and the neck bare? Only as my poor neck is excessively timid, it would have never consented to show itself thus if I had not encouraged it a little by wearing my dress low. And then one must put on full uniform to sup with the authorities.”
”To sup?”
”Certainly, to sup with you; don't you see my illuminations and this table covered with flowers and a heap of good things? I had got it all ready in the alcove; but you understand that to roll the table up to the fire and make a little toilette, I wanted to be alone. Come, Monsieur, take your place at table. I am as hungry as a hunter. May I offer you a wing of cold chicken?”
”Your idea is charming, but, dear, really I am ashamed; I am in my dressing-gown.”
”Take off your dressing-gown if it incommodes you, Monsieur, but don't leave this chicken wing on my hands. I want to serve you myself.” And, rising, she turned her sleeves up to the elbow, and placed her table napkin on her arm.
”It is thus that the waiters at the restaurant do it, is it not?”
”Exactly; but, waiter, allow me at least to kiss your hand.”
”I have no time,” said she, laughing, sticking the corkscrew into the neck of the bottle. ”Chambertin--it is a pretty name; and then do you remember that before our marriage (how hard this cork is!) you told me that you liked it on account of a poem by Alfred de Musset? which, by the way, you have not let me read yet. Do you see the two little Bohemian gla.s.ses which I bought expressly for this evening? We will drink each other's health in them.”
”And his, too, eh?”
”The heir's, poor dear love of an heir! I should think so. And then I will put away the two gla.s.ses against this time next year; they shall be our Christmas Eve gla.s.ses? Every year we will sup like this together, however old we may get.”
”But, my dear, how about the time when we have no longer any teeth?”
”Well, we will sup on good strong soups; it will be very nice, all the same. Another piece, please, with some of the jelly. Thanks.”
As she held out her plate I noticed her arm, the outline of which was lost in lace.
”Why are you looking up my sleeve instead of eating?”
”I am looking at your arm, dear. You are charming, let me tell you, this evening. That coiffure suits you so well, and that dress which I was unacquainted with.”
”Well, when one seeks to make a conquest--”
”How pretty you look, pet!”
”Is it true that you think me charming, pretty, and a pet this evening?
Well, then,” lowering her eyes and smiling at her bracelets, ”in that case I do not see why--”
”What is it you do not see, dear?”
”I do not see any reason why you should not come and give me just a little kiss.”
And as the kiss was prolonged, she said to me, amid bursts of laughter, her head thrown back, and showing the double row of her white teeth: ”I should like some pie; yes, some brie! You will break my Bohemian gla.s.s, the result of my economy. You always cause some mishap when you want to kiss me. Do you recollect at Madame de Brill's ball, two days before our marriage, how you tore my skirt while waltzing in the little drawing-room?”
”Because it is difficult to do two things at once-to keep step and to kiss one's partner.”
”I recollect, too, when mamma asked how my skirt had got torn, I felt that I was blus.h.i.+ng up to my ears. And Madame D., that old jaundiced fairy, who said to me with her Lenten smile, 'How flushed you are tonight, my dear child!' I could have strangled her! I said it was the key of the door that had caught it. I looked at you out of the corner of my eye; you were pulling your moustache and seemed greatly annoyed--you are keeping all the truffles for yourself; that is kind--not that one; I want the big black one there in the corner-it was very wrong all the same, for--oh! not quite full--I do not want to be tipsy--for, after all, if we had not been married--and that might have happened, for you know they say that marriages only depend on a thread. Well, if the thread had not been strong enough, I should have remained a maid with a kiss on my shoulder, and a nice thing that would have been.”