What woman would not? I tell you, you foolish thing,
you are a man: monseigneur is one of the lordly sex, that is accustomed
to have everything its own way. My love, in a world that is full of
misery, here are two that are condemned to be secretly happy a few
months longer: a hard fate for one of your sex, it seems: but it is so
much sweeter than the usual lot of mine, that really I cannot share your
misery," and she smiled joyously.
"Then share my happiness, my dear wife."
"I do; only mine is deep, not loud."
"Why, Dard is gone, and we are out of doors; will the little birds
betray us?"
"The lower windows are open, and I saw Jacintha in one of the rooms."
"Jacintha? we are in awe of the very servants. Well, if I must not
say it loud I will say it often," and putting his mouth to her ear, he
poured a burning whisper of love into it--"My love! my angel! my wife!
my wife! my wife!"
She turned her swimming eyes on him.
"My husband!" she whispered in return.
Rose came out, and found them billing and cooing. "You MUST not be so
happy, you two," said she authoritatively.
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