“Oh! there are days when one looks better than on others; everybody is like that; to-day certainly seems to be one of my good days.”
“It would seem then that madame was married very young?”
“Yes, very young; I was seventeen years old, not more.”
“What a sweet little bride madame must have been!”
“Yes, everybody admired me!”
“And madame’s husband, the Baron de Grangeville, was he young? Was he a fine-looking man?”
“Why yes, my husband was a fine man, very good-looking, with a somewhat serious expression.—Would you believe, my dear child, that I was mad over that man?”
“Pray, madame, why not? There are wives who adore their husbands; it isn’t very common, but such things are seen.”
“Yes, I adored him—the first year after our marriage.”
“Ah! only the first year?”