Volume III Part 40 (1/2)

They saw a great deal of company, and he called hi a title froular correspondence with the Orleans Princes, was thinking of starting a racing stable, and finished up by believing that he really was a fashi+onable man, and strutted about, and was puffed out with conceit, as he had probably never read La Fontaine's fable, in which he tells the story of the ass that is laden with relics which people salute, and so takes their bows to himself

Suddenly, however, anonye fro theed his shoulders disdainfully; but he received so many of them, and the writer seemed so determined to dot his _i's_ and cross his _t's_ and to clear his brain for hirow disturbed, and to watch and to ferret about He instituted minute inquiries, and arrived at the conclusion that he no longer had the right to make fun of other husbands, and that he was the perfect counterpart of _Sganarelle_[20]

[Footnote 20: The _Cocu Iinary Cuckold), in Moliere's play of that na been duped, he set a whole private inquiry agency to work, continually acted a part, and one evening appeared unexpectedly with a co little bachelor's quarters which concealed his wife's escapades

Therese, as terribly frightened, and at her wits' end at being thus surprised in all the disorder of her lover's apartments, and pale with shame and terror, hid herself behind the bed curtains, while he, as an officer of dragoons, veryht in a silk shi+rt by these rily, and had to restrain hi his victim out of a

The police co at this little scene with the coolness of an aht _flagrante delicto_, and in an ironical voice said to her husband, who had claimed his services:

”I must ask for your name in full, Monsieur?”

”Charles Joseph Edward Dupontel,” was the answer And as the co it down from his dictation, he added suddenly: ”Du Pontel in tords, if you please, Monsieur le Commissionaire!”

THE CARTER'S WENCH

The driver, who had ju slowly by the side of his thin horses, waking them up every moment by a cut of the whip, or a coarse oath, pointed to the top of the hill, where the s of a solitary house, in which the inhabitants were still up, although it was very late and quite dark, were shi+ning like yellow laood drop there, Monsieur, and well served, by George”

And his eyes flashed in his thin, sunburnt face, which was of a deep brickdust color, while he sood liquor that he has lately drunk, and drawing hiar swell, he shi+vered like the back of an ox, when it is sharply pricked with the goad

”Yes, and well served by a wench ill turn your head for you before you have tilted your elbow and drank a glass!”

Thebehind the snow-covered mountain peaks, which looked almost like blood under its rays, and which were crowned by dark, broken clouds, which whirled about and floated, and reloomy plains of Capsir, which were traversed by torrents, extensiveabout, fields of rye, like huge golden table-covers, and here and there wretched villagers, and broad sheets of water, into which the stars seemed to look in a usts of winds swept along the road, bringing a strong smell of hay, of resin of unknown flowers, with them, and erratic pieces of rock, which were scattered on the surface like huge boundary stones, had spectral outlines

The driver pulled his broad-brie moustache, and said in an obsequious voice:

”Does Monsieur wish to stop here? This is the place!”

It was a wretched wayside public-house, with a reddish slate roof, that looked as if it were suffering froons drawn by e stems of trees, and which took up nearly the whole of the road; the ani, and their heavy loads exhaled a soners, one of as an oldin front of the fire, which cackled loudly, with bottles and glasses on a large round-table by their side, and were singing and laughing boisterously A woe round hips, and with a lace cap pinned onto her hair, in the Catalan fashi+on, who looked strong and bold, and who had a certain aracefulness about her, and with a pretty, but untidy head, was urging thereat leather purses, and replied to their somewhat indelicate jokes in a shrill voice, as she sat on the knee of the youngest, and allowed hins of shame

The coachman pushed open the door, like a , Glaizette, and everybody; there is roooners did not speak, but looked at us cunningly and angrily, like dogs whose food had been taken froirl shrugged her shoulders and looked into their eyes like some fee slasses of cognac, and the best you have in the cupboard,”

Glaizette, the coacharette

While she was uncorking the bottle I noticed how green her eyeballs were; it was a fascinating, terasshopper; and also how small her hands were, which showed that she did not use them much; hohite her teeth were, and how her voice, which was rather rough, though cooing, had a cruel, and at the sae, reclining triuoing on about her, alaiting--longing for hier, and ould prove victorious She was, in short, the hospitable dispenser of love, by the side of that difficult, stony road, who opened her ar in the profusion of her kisses She knew dark matters, which nobody in the world besides herself should knohich her sealed lips would carry away inviolate to the other world She had never yet loved, and would never really love, because she was vowed to passing kisses which were so soon forgotten