“Ah! how you talk me over. How charming and caressing you can be when you like. And how happy Serge ought to be with a wife like you! It is always the way; men like him always get the best wives.”
“I don’t suppose, mamma, you came all the way from Paris to run down my husband to me.”
Madame Desvarennes became serious again.
“No; I came to defend you.”
Micheline looked surprised.
“It is time for me to speak. You are seriously menaced,” continued the mother.
“In my love?” asked the young wife, in an altered tone.
“No; in your fortune.”
Micheline smiled superbly.
“If that be all!”