“Nonsense, my child! They are great ladies. I don’t mind telling you in confidence; they are great ladies in every respect.”
“Well,” said she, “am I nicer?”
“Ah,” said he, “in a great measure. Yes!”
“They have, then, great happiness,” said she, sighing, “when I have so much with so little beauty.”
Thereupon the provost tried a better argument to argue with his good wife, and argued so well that she finished by allowing herself to be convinced that Heaven has ordained that much pleasure may be obtained from small things.
This shows us that nothing here below can prevail against the Church of Cuckolds.
