The wives of magistrates generally know more about any matters of interest that are transacted at their husbands’ offices than the procureur-général. M. de la Varade had related to his wife the particulars of the late duel, and imparted to her the curiosity he felt in regard to the young man who possessed the love of a woman comparatively celebrated. After a protracted silence, Madame de la Varade observed,—
“If you are particularly desirous to speak to my husband, and wish to await his return——”
“No, madame,” interrupted Eusebe, “I have nothing of importance to say to Monsieur de la Varade. Yesterday he was so kind as to give me some good advice. But, unfortunately, I did not entirely comprehend his meaning; and to-day I have come to beg him to define a word which he said was the religion of society.”
“And what is the word?”
“Duty.”
Madame de la Varade burst into a laugh,—which enabled Eusebe to note that she had pearly teeth and rosy lips.
“And so, monsieur, it is for this you have come all the way from Paris?”
“Yes, madame.”
“Well, I can satisfy you.”