"Auguste? True, but he doesn't like to have me ask him how the market is going; he declares that women know nothing about it; that they ought to attend to spending the money, not to making it."
"I fanthy that ith the general rule among the ladieth."
"I think differently. Oh! if I had been a man, I would have been a stock-broker!"
"Do you mean it! There are thome of them who have to put up with lotheth. Ah! here'th our dear Monléard!"
Fanny's husband had just arrived; he wore his right arm in a sling; he was very pale, his face was careworn, and his eyes almost sombre. However, finding guests in his salon, he instantly assumed the affable manner which a host should always display. Young De Raincy hastened to go to shake hands with him.
"Good-evening! dear boy."
"Good-evening! Anatole. Messieurs, mesdames, your servant!"
The Comte de la Bérinière also shook hands with Monléard, crying:
"Ah! here's the lucky man! the fortunate husband! So you still offer your left hand, eh?"
"What would you have! it's not my fault that I can't use my right."