“To-day,” said I, “I will stay with you till after supper, and then I will leave you with your fortunate husband.”
As I pronounced these words M. Palesi embraced me with effusion, as if to thank me for not objecting to his enjoying his rights as a husband.
He was between the ages of twenty and twenty-two, of a fair complexion, and well-made, but too pretty for a man. I did not wonder at Therese being in love with him, for I knew too well the power of a handsome face; but I thought that she had made a mistake in marrying him, for a husband acquires certain rights which may become troublesome.
Therese’s pretty maid came to tell me that my carriage was at the door.
“Will you allow me,” said I to her, “to have my footman in?”
“Rascal,” said I, as soon as he came in, “who told you to come here with my carriage?”
“Nobody, sir, but I know my duty.”
“Who told you that I was here?”
“I guessed as much.”
“Go and fetch Le Duc, and come back with him.”