"Monsieur, and Madame," said the notary, "according to your desires I come with all the documents necessary for your separation, and the division of your property. They only want your signature, and we will call in your servant to be witness."
"Stay," exclaimed Madame Julie, laughing at her husband, "Pierre, explain to M. Perron."
"Ah, Monsieur Perron," said Monsieur Antoine Lavalles, "we had forgotten that, and hoped you had also. Say not a word of it to any one."
"No, not a word," said Madame Julie. "We never quarreled but once since we married, and we never mean to quarrel again."
"Not unless you provoke it," said Monsieur Lavalles, audaciously. "But M. Perron, you will take breakfast with us?"
"You're a wicked wretch," said Madame Julie, tapping him on the cheek. "After breakfast, M. Perron, we will sign the papers."
"After breakfast," said M. Pierre Lavalles, "we will burn them."
"We shall see," said the notary. "Sign them or burn them. Madame Julie Lavalles, your coffee is charming."
After seven months' harmony, do not let seven days' quarrel destroy the happiness of home. Do not follow the directions of a person in a passion. Allow him to cool and consider his purpose.