[Opendlm-devel] S made, for the Comtesse could not give up her beloved visits

[Maranville <na...@mo...>]

Out a shudder. At this idea my hand trembles, my eyes become dimmed. Ah!
Monsieur. Ah! Monsieur Petitbry. Ah! Nina's unhappy Aunt. MR. MARESTANG,
ATTORNEY At the Law Court of the Seine. _To Monsieur Henri de B.,
Literary man in Paris_. Be calm, be calm, be calm! I forbid your going
to Moulins or rushing off in pursuit of the fugitive. It is more
judicious and safer to await her return in your own house, by your
fireside. In point of fact, what has taken place? You refused to receive
that ridiculous and ill-natured old maid; your wife has gone to join
her. You should have expected as much. Family ties are very strong in
the heart of such an extremely youthful bride. You were in too great a
hurry. Remember that this Aunt brought her up, that she has no other
relations in the world. She has her husband, you will say. Ah! my dear
fellow, between ourselves we may admit that husbands are not always
amiable. I know one more especially who in spite of his good heart is so
nervous, so violent! I am well aware that hard work and artistic
preoccupations have a good deal to do with it. Be that as it may, the
bird has been scared, and has flown back to its former cage. Don't be
alarmed, it won't stay there long. Either I am very much mistaken or the
Parisian of yesterday will soon weary of the antiquated surroundings,
and ere long regret the vivacities of her poet. Above all don't stir.
Your old friend, Marestang. _To Mo