“You have given me back my happiness, and I feel at peace once more. The country-woman told me that in a few days I should be just the same as if I had never seen Coudert.”
“That is not quite true; how about your stomach, for instance?”
“Be quiet; you can’t know anything about such things, and I am quite astonished myself.”
“Let me see.”
“Oh, no; you mustn’t see, but you may feel.”
“All right.”
“Oh! please don’t go there.”
“Why not? You can’t be made differently from your sister, who would be now about thirty. I want to shew you her portrait naked.”
“Have you got it with you? I should so like to see it.”
I drew it out and gave it to her. She admired it, kissed it, and asked me if the painter had followed nature in all respects.