Corrected husband

A man already on the imagined return to marry although he had previously lived without a wife, and he did perhaps more awkward by his feelings that was to take a girl of eighteen years , the figure of the world's most interesting and the most advantageous size. Mr. Bernac was the name of the husband, was an even greater folly in taking a wife, he was could not be less in the use of pleasures Hymen gives, and it s 'in need of many fads that he replaced the chaste and delicate pleasures of the conjugal knot, even should appeal to a young person at the turn of Miss Lurcie, and the unfortunate name that came Bernac to link its fate. From the first night of the wedding, he declared his tastes to his young wife, after making him swear not to tell his parents he was, and says the celebrated Montesquieu, this ignominious treatment which goes back to childhood : the young woman in the attitude of a little girl that needs correction, lent itself well fifteen or twenty minutes, more or less brutal whims of her old husband, and was under the illusion of the scene that he managed to taste the delicious intoxication of pleasure as any man better organized than Bernac would certainly feel wanted in the arms of charming Lurcie. The operation seemed a little girl takes a delicate, pretty, high in comfort and away from pedantry, however, as he had been recommended to be submitted, it was believed that the use of all the spouses, may even be Bernac he had favored the idea, and it lends itself more honestly to the world the depravity of his satire, everyday was the same, and often more than twice. After two years of Miss Lurcie we still continue to call by that name since it was still as pristine as the first day of her marriage, lost her father and mother, and with them the hope to make them soften his troubles, as she was beginning to project for some time.

This loss is made Bernac that more enterprising, and if he had kept a few terminals in the lifetime of his wife's parents, he kept no more action soon as she had lost and he saw in the unable to implore avengers. What had at first the air of a joke, became gradually a real torment; Fraulein Lurcie could not stand his embittered heart, she thought only of revenge. Fraulein Lurcie saw very few people, her husband isolated her as much as possible, the knight Aldouri his cousin, despite all the representations Bernac had not stopped to see her relative, the young man was the prettiest face in the world and it was not without interest that persisted to attend his cousin, as was common in the world, jealous, fear of being mocked and dared too far away from home ... Fraulein Lurcie glanced at the parent to get rid of slavery in which she lived: she listened to him was nice about that every day his cousin, and she finally opened all the way to him, she confessed everything .

- Avenge me of that vile man, "she said, and avenge me in a scene so strong that he even dares not disclose: the day you will succeed that of your triumph, I do 'm Yours at this price.

On Aldouri enchanted promises everything and no longer works as the success of an adventure that will assure him so nice moments. When everything is ready:

- Sir, "he told Bernac one day, I have the honor to belong too closely, and my confidence in you is too full not to share with you the secret marriage contract that I have.

- A secret marriage, said Bernac delighted to be rid of the rival who thus made him shudder.

- Yes, sir, I just tie the fate of a lovely wife and that tomorrow it should make me happy, it's a girl no good, I admit, but what do I care, j 't for both; marry, indeed, an entire family, four sisters are all living together, but their society is sweet, it is for me a greater happiness ... I flatter myself, sir, "continued the young man, my cousin and tomorrow you will do me the honor of coming at least to the wedding.

- Sir, I leave my wife and little less, we both live in great retirement, she likes it, I do point the discomfort.

- I know your tastes, sir, back to Aldouri, and I promise you that you used to wish ... I love you as much solitude, I also reasons of mystery, I've said it in the countryside, it's fine, everything invites you and I give you my word of honor that we will be absolutely alone.

Lurcie in fact suggests some desire, her husband dared to contradict front of Aldouri, and the party is formed.

- Did you have to want such a thing, "said the grumbling when he finds himself alone with his wife, you know I could not ask for all this, I shall break all these desires, and I warn you that in a few my project is that you go into a record of my land where you'll never see me.

And as the pretext founded or not added much to the lure of luxurious scenes which invented Bernac plans when reality failed him, he seized the opportunity, passed Lurcie in his room and said:

- We'll ... Yes, I promised, but you'll pay dearly desire that you have shown ...

The poor little wretch is thinking about the outcome, all suffering without complaining.

- Do as you please, sir, "she said humbly, you have given me a favor, that I owe you gratitude.

So gentle, so helpless resignation had anything but a heart steeped in vice like the libertine Bernac, but nothing stops it, it makes you happy, you must lie quietly, day after Aldouri, following convention, picks up the couple and one starts.

- You see, "said the young cousin Lurcie entering with the husband and wife in a house very isolated, you see that this does not look too much like a public festival, not a car, not a lackey, I told you, we are absolutely alone.

However, four major women of about thirty years, strong, vigorous and five and a half feet high each, advancing onto the porch and just as honestly the world to see Mr. and Mrs. Bernac.

- That's my wife, sir, "said D'Aldouri in presenting one of them, and these three are sisters and we got married this morning at daybreak to Paris and we expect you to celebrate the wedding .

Everything happens in mutual courtesies; after a little circle in the living room, where Bernac convinces himself to his great satisfaction he is also one that has been desired, a servant announced dinner, and it starts at the table, nothing more gay than the meal, the four sisters alleged very accustomed to the projections, united at the table all the vivacity and cheerfulness all possible, but decency will not be forgotten for a minute, wrong until Bernac end feels the best company in the world, however Lurcie delighted to see the tyrant in the lake, made merry with his cousin and decided to give up in despair at last to a continent that had previously reported that when sorrows and that tears, she sipping champagne with him in the most damning tender glances, our heroines who were forces to take them also gave their side, and led Bernac, still not suspecting that a simple joy in such circumstances , is not spared little more than the rest of society. But as he had not yet lost the reason, Aldouri interrupted time and suggests going for coffee.

- By Jove, my cousin, "he said when he is caught, deign to visit my house, I know you are a man of taste, I have bought and furnished expressly for my wedding, but I am afraid made a bad market, you tell me your opinions please.

- Willingly, "said Bernac, no one agrees with me in these things, and I'll just estimate nearly ten pounds, I bet.

On Aldouri soars on the stairs holding hands with his pretty cousin, Bernac placed among the four sisters, and it is introduced in this order in an apartment very dark and ruled absolutely at the end the house.

- This is the bridal chamber, said of the old Aldouri jealous, you see that bed, my cousin, that's where the wife will no longer be virgin is not it time since it languishes ?

That was the signal word: at the same time, our four naughty Bernac jump on each armed with a handful of yards, we trousers, two fix it, the other two take turns to lambast and while they are working vigorously

- My dear cousin, cries of Aldouri, do not I mentioned yesterday that you would be served to your liking? I have imagined anything better to please you as you make what you give every day at this lovely woman you are not barbaric enough for him to do something that you would not want to receive yourself and I flatter myself that I make my court, a circumstance, however, still lack the ceremony, my cousin is still, supposedly, also new, although it is so long with you, unless you were married as of yesterday such a surrender of your share comes only ignorance certainly, I bet it's that you do not know how to do it ... I'll show you, my friend.

And in saying this, at the lovely sound of music, the dashing cousin throws his cousin on the bed and the woman's eyes makes her unworthy husband ... At this moment only the ceremony continues.

- Sir, said in Aldouri to Bernac down from the altar, you will find the lesson can be a bit strong, but agree that the outrage was at least as much, I am not, nor will be the lover of your wife, sir, here, I'll go, but I advise you to behave in the future in a more honest with her, otherwise she would find me still an avenger who spare you even less .

- Madame, "said Bernac furious indeed this process ...

- ... Is one that you deserved, sir, "replied Lurcie, but if you do not like however, you are the master of the fuss made, we will show everyone our reasons and we'll see who laughs the two groups.

Bernac be ashamed of his faults, he invents more fallacies to justify, he threw himself on his knees to beg his wife to forgive him: Lurcie gentle and generous observes and embraces both return to their home and I do not know what means Bernac took, but never saw the capital since this moment of intimate household, friends softer and more virtuous husband.

There is room for two

A very pretty bourgeois in the Rue Saint-Honore, about twenty-two years old, fat, plump, flesh freshest and most appetizing, all molded shapes though somewhat satisfied, and who combined so many charms the presence of mind, alertness, and taste the keenest pleasures for all that it was prohibited by strict laws of marriage, had decided last year or two to give aid to her husband, old and ugly, not only disliked him very much, but acquitted even as badly as rarely duties that may be a little better served had calmed the Dolmen demanding, and our name was pretty bourgeois. Nothing is better settled than the appointment indicated that these two lovers: Of-Wheeler, a young soldier, had commonly four to five o'clock, and five and a half to seven Dolbreuse arrived, the young merchant more pretty face it was impossible to see. It was impossible to fix other moments, it was only when Ms. Dolmen was quiet in the morning you had to be at the shop at night he sometimes had to appear there as well, or the husband returned, and he had to speak of its business. Moreover dolmen had told Ms one of her friends she loved enough that the moments of pleasure followed each other so very close: the fires of imagination does not go out, she claimed, in this way, nothing so sweet as to move from one pleasure to another, we did not bother to get back in gear, because Ms. Dolmen was a charming creature that calculates the most of all feelings of love, very few Women and analyzed as it was because of her talents she had recognized that, all things considered, two lovers were worth much more than in regard to the reputation it became almost equal, one covering the other you could be wrong, it could always be the same who went and came back several times in the day, and relatively fun at what a difference! Ms. Dolmen fearing singularly pregnancies, sure that her husband would never do with her madness to spoil the size, was also calculated with two lovers, there was a lot less risk for what it feared that with one, because, she said, pretty good anatomist, both fruits are destroying each other.

Some day, the order established in the appointment came to be troubled, and our two lovers who had never seen, made as we will see quite pleasantly knowledge. Des-Wheels was the first but it came too late, and as if the devil would be mixed up, which was the second Dolbreuse arrived a little earlier.

The reader full of intelligence is immediately apparent that the combination of these two little harm was unfortunately born a meeting infallible as it was held. But say how it happened and if we can, educate them with any decency and any required withholding such an area already very licentious by itself.

By a rather odd effect whim - but we see both men - tired of our young military role of lover, wanted to play for a moment that of mistress instead of being content lovingly into the arms of his divinity, he would contain it in turn: in a word what is underneath, he put it, and by this reversal of the game, leaning on the altar where the sacrifice usually presented itself, Ms. dolmens was naked like Venus callipyge, lying stretched out on her lover, presented in front of the door of the room where the mysteries were celebrated, what the Greeks worshiped devoutly in the statue that we just discussed, this part quite beautiful in a word, without going seek examples so far, found many admirers in Paris. Such was the attitude when Dolbreuse accustomed to penetrate without resistance, sometimes humming, and sees the prospect that a woman should really honest, they say, never show.

Which would have great pleasure to many people recoiled Dolbreuse.

- What do I see, he cried ... treacherous ... Is this then what you made me reservations?

Ms. dolmens in that time was in one of those crises in which a woman works infinitely better than she argues, is resolving to pay effrontery:

- What the hell are you, "she said in the second Adonis without ceasing to engage in the other, I do not see anything too distressing for you, do not bother us, my friend and lodge yourself in what you rest; you see, there is room for both.

Dolbreuse can not help but laugh at the coolness of his mistress, thought that the simplest was to follow his advice, he did not need to pray, and it is claimed that all three of them won.

The cuckold himself or the unexpected reconciliation

One of the biggest flaws of those evil high hazard is always a host of indiscretions, to gossip or slander about everything that breathes, and this in front of people they do not know, we can not imagine the amount of cases that have become the fruit of such chatter: what is the honest man indeed who will hear say anything bad about what interests without restating the fool who dares? It is not enough going into the education of young people the principle of wise restraint, we do not teach them enough about the world, names, qualities, adjacent persons with whom they are meant to live; we put in place that nonsense miles are good only trample upon what the age of reason. It always seems that these were the Capuchins are raised: at any instant of bigotry, of mummeries or useless, and never a good maxim of morality. Go further, ask a young man on his real duties to the company, ask him what he owes to himself and what he owes to others, how he must lead them to be happy: he will tell you that he has learned to go to Mass and to recite a litany, but he understands nothing of what you tell him that he has learned to dance, sing but not to live with men. The case became a result of the inconvenience we paint, was not serious to the point of shedding blood, it does a joke and that's the detail that we are going to abuse a few minutes from the patience of our readers.

M. Raneville, aged about fifty years, had one of those characters that do phlegmatic meeting point without some pleasure in the world, laughing slightly, but by many others laugh and by the projections of his biting wit and how cool that he said he was often, or her only silence or expressions of his face slapstick silent, the secret of entertaining a thousand times more circles where it was recognized that these heavy talkers heavy, monotonous , always a story to make you laugh they one hour in advance without being fortunate enough to cheer up just a minute the foreheads of those who listen. He had a big enough job on farms, and to console a very bad marriage once contracted by him in Orleans, after having abandoned his wife dishonest, he ate quietly in Paris twenty or twenty-five thousand pounds of annuities with a beautiful woman he entertained some friends and as friendly as him.

The mistress of M. de Raneville was not exactly a girl, was a married woman and therefore more pungent because they may say, this little salt adultery is often much enjoyment to the price and it was very pretty, aged thirty years, the best body possible, separated from a husband and boring, she had come from the provinces to seek his fortune in Paris, and was not long in finding it. Raneville naturally libertine, on the lookout for all the right pieces, had not missed that one, and for three years by very honest treatment, by a lot of spirit and a lot of money, he would forget this young woman all the sorrows that the hymen had once enjoyed planting his steps. Having both roughly the same fate, they consoled themselves together, and confirmed in this great truth that person does not correct yet, there are so many unhappy marriages and so much misery in the world, because parents or greedy fools match rather than the fortunes moods: For Raneville often said to his mistress, he is quite certain that if fate had united us both, instead we give you a husband and tyrant ridiculous, and to me a whore wife, roses were born under our feet instead of thorns so long as we picked.

Some event which is quite useless to speak, led one day to Mr. Raneville this muddy village and unhealthy called Versailles, where the kings made to be worshiped in their capital, seem to flee the presence of individuals who desire , where ambition, greed, revenge, and pride drive daily from a host of unhappy on the wing of boredom sacrifice to the idol of the day, where the elite of the French nobility who could play an important role in his land, agrees to come in humble antechamber, how crass Swiss court's door, or humbly beg a dinner as good as hers in some of these individuals pulled a fortune when clouds of oblivion for them plunge shortly after.

His business done, Mr. de Raneville back in one of these cars court called pot de chambre, and there is incidentally associated with a certain M. Dutour, very talkative, very round, very thick, large sneering , used as M. Raneville farms in the department, but his Orleans home, which as we just said also happens to be that of M. de Raneville. The conversation begins, Raneville always terse and did not know already revealing the name, nickname, country, and the affairs of his fellow road before only to have even said a word. Learned these details, Mr Dutour between a little more in those of society.

- You were in Orleans, sir, "said Dutour, I think you just tell me.

- I spent a few months ago.

- And have you known, I pray you, some of Ms. Raneville, a leading p. that ever lived Orleans?

- Madame de Raneville, a pretty woman.

- Exactly.

- Yes, I saw this in the world.

- Well, I tell you confidentially that I had, that is to say three days, as it were. Certainly if there is a cuckold husband, we can say that it is poor Raneville.

- And do you know him?

- Not otherwise is wrong about who ruin in Paris, said, with girls like him and evildoers.

- I will not say anything, I do not know, but I pity the cuckolded husbands, you're not, you, by chance, sir?

- Which one do you mean both, or is it cuckold husband?

- But both these things bind so today it is indeed very difficult to make a difference.

- I am married, sir, I had the misfortune to marry a woman who has settled point with me, his character well suited me very little, we parted amicably, she desired in Paris to share the solitude of one of his relatives religious convent of Sainte-Aure, and she lives in that house, it gives me time to time from him, but I do not see her.

- Is she devout?

- No, I might like better.

- Ah! I hear you. And you have not even had the curiosity to inform you of his health, in the living present your business forces you to do now in Paris?

- Not really, I do not like convents friend of joy, cheerfulness, created for pleasure, looked up in circles, I am advised no point to risk in a parlor at least six months vapors.

- But a woman ...

- ... Is an individual who may be interested when it's used, but he must learn to detach firmly when reasonable grounds us away.

- There is hardness in what you say.

- Not at all ... philosophy ... is the tone of the day is the language of reason, we must adopt or pass for a fool.

- This implies a fault in your wife, explain this to me: lack of character, conduct or complacency.

- A bit of everything ... a little of everything, sir, but let it, please, and return to the dear Madame de Raneville: palsembleu, I do not understand that you were no fun at Orleans this creature ... but everyone has it.

- Everyone, no, because you see I have not had: I do not like married women.

- And without much curiosity, with whom do you spend your time, sir, please?

- My business first, and then a rather pretty creature with which I occasionally soup.

- You're not married, sir?

- I am.

- And your wife?

- It is the province and I left there, as you leave yours at Saint Aure.

- Married, sir, married, and would you be of the brotherhood, with teach me.

- Do not I told cuckold husband and two words are synonyms? moral depravity, luxury ... so many things make a woman fall.

- Oh! it's true, sir, it's true.

- You reply by educated man.

- Not at all, so therefore, sir, a very nice person you console the absence of the neglected wife.

- Yes indeed, a very nice person, I want you to know.

- Sir, do me great honor.

- Oh! no manners, sir, we are in port, I leave you free tonight because of your business, but tomorrow without fail I expect you to dinner at the attached.

Raneville and takes care to give a false, he warned on the spot at home, so that those who will ask in the name he can find it easily.

The next day, he never fails to Dutour appointments, and the precautions being taken so that although under an assumed name, he might find Raneville home, he entered without difficulty. The first compliment, Dutour seems anxious not to see again the deity on which he relies.

- Men's impatient, "said Raneville, I see by your eyes that look ... we promised you a pretty woman, you would already hovering around her accustomed to dishonor the front of the husbands of Orleans, you would like, I am of course, deal with even the lovers of Paris: I bet you I'd be glad to cram the same rank as the unfortunate Raneville you entertained me so pleasantly yesterday.

Dutour meets a man-killer in fat and therefore a fool, the conversation for a moment and exult Raneville, taking his friend by the hand:

- Come, he said, cruel man, come to the temple where the deity is waiting for you.

So saying, he brought in a firm voluptuous Dutour, where the mistress of Raneville prepared with the joke and the word was in the most elegant undress on a couch of velvet, but veiled nothing concealed the elegance and richness to its size, there was his face that it was impossible to see.

- This is a very nice person, "exclaims Dutour, but why deny myself the pleasure of admiring her features are we here in the harem of the great Lord?

- Not a word is a matter of modesty.

- How to modesty?

- Surely, you think that I want to stick to only show you the size or color of my mistress, my triumph was so complete it, by stealing all these veils, I do not convince you how happy I am to be possession of so many charms. As this young woman is singularly modest, she would blush to these details and she has kindly consented, but under the express terms of being veiled. You know what it is that modesty and delicacy of women, he Dutour, this is not a man stylish and fashionable as you think it imposes on those things!

- How to honor you show me?

- Everything I told you, no less jealousy than me, the happiness that seems bland taste alone, I find that one of delight that is shared.

And to persuade his maxims, Raneville first removed a handkerchief of gauze which exposes at once the most beautiful gorge it is possible to see ... Dutour ignites.

- Hein said Raneville, how do you find this?

- These are the charms of Venus herself.

- Do you think the studs so white and so firm were made to light fires ... touch, touch, my friend, her eyes sometimes deceive us, my opinion is that pleasure, we must employ all the senses.

Dutour approach a trembling hand, he feels ecstatic with the finest in the world, and can not return to the incredible kindness of his friend.

- Will lower, "said Raneville pointing to the middle of the body a light taffeta skirt, and nothing precludes the incursion, well, what do you think of those thighs, do you believe that the temple love is best supported by columns?

And the beloved Dutour palpating always everything developed Raneville:

- Trickster, I guess, continues the complaisant friend, this temple delicate than the Graces themselves were covered with a lightweight foam ... you burn the partially open, is not it? nay, to pick them a kiss, I bet.

And Dutour, blinded ... stammering ... that no longer met by violent feelings which his eyes were the organs is encouraged ... libertines his fingers caress the gates of the temple that pleasure even cracked open his desires: the kiss that God permits, he enjoys it and gives it an hour.

- Friend, "he said, I do not want more, or drive me to you, or allow me to go further.

- How, further, and where the hell do you go, please?

- Alas, do you not hear me, I am drunk with love, I can no longer contain myself.

- And if this woman is ugly?

- It is impossible to be with attractions so divine.

- If it is ...

- Whether anything she wants, I tell you, my dear, I can not resist.

- Come on, terrible friend, come on, you met since it must be: I know you at least according to my convenience?

- Ah! the greatest without doubt.

Dutour and gently repelled the hand of his friend as to induce him to leave him alone with this woman.

- Oh! to leave you, no, I can not, "said Raneville, but are you so scrupulous that you can not satisfy you in my presence? for men it is no respecter of those ways: the rest are my terms, or in front of me, or point.

- Was it before the devil, "said Dutour, does contain more and rushing to the shrine where the incense is burning, you want it, I agree with everything ...

- Well said coolly Raneville, appearances you have deceived them, and comforts promised by many charms are they real or illusory ... ah! Never, never, I saw nothing so voluptuous.

- But it damn sailing friend, treacherous sailing, will I do it not permissible to remove?

- Yes, indeed ... at the last moment, at that time so delectable, where all our senses seduced by drink of the gods, she can make us as wealthy as themselves, and often much higher. This surprise double your ecstasy to enjoy the charm of the body of Venus herself, you will add the inexpressible delight of contemplating the features of Flora, and all coming together to increase your happiness, you dive much better in this ocean of delights, where Man found with such sweet solace of his existence ... You make me sign ...

- Oh! you guessed right, "said Dutour, I lose myself in that time.

- Yes, I see you're fiery.

- But in a fiery point ... oh my friend, I touch this moment heaven, rip, tear up the sails, as I contemplate the sky itself.

- There he is, "said Raneville by removing the gauze, but beware that there may be a little close to this paradise to hell!

- Oh good heavens, "exclaimed Dutour acknowledging his wife ... What is you madam ... sir, how weird joke, you deserve ... the rogue ...

- One moment, one moment, fiery man, it's you who deserve all, learn, my friend, he must be a little more cautious with people you do not know, you do smart with me yesterday . This unfortunate Raneville that you treated so badly in Orleans ... I myself, sir, you see that I will go to Paris for the rest, you're much more advanced than you thought, you imagine you have made me cuckold and you just do it yourself.

Dutour felt the lesson, he extended his hand to his friend, and admitted that he had what he deserved.

- But this treacherous ...

- Well, do you imitate does not, what is the law which binds inhumanly barbaric that sex giving us our freedom, is it fair? and by what law of nature, lock yourself in your wife Sainte-Aure, while in Paris and Orleans you make cuckolds husband? My friend, this is not fair, this charming creature that you could not get the price came to look for other conquests: it was right, she found me, I am happiness, do whatever Madame de Raneville, I agree, every four live happy, and that victims do not become the fate of men.

Dutour found that his friend was right, but by an inconceivable fatality, he was again in love like a fool by his wife; Raneville while he was caustic, his soul was too good to resist the entreaties of his wife to get back Dutour, the young person consented, and it was in this unique event without doubt a very singular example of the twists of fate and the vagaries of love.

The Talion

A good burghers of Picardy, perhaps the descendant of one of these illustrious troubadours banks of the Oise and the Somme, and whose existence has been removed numb darkness for ten or twelve years by a large writer of the century, a brave and honest citizen, I say, lived in the town of Saint-Quentin, so celebrated by the great men it has given to literature, and lived with honor him, his wife and a third cousin, a nun in a convent in this city. The third cousin was a petite brunette with bright eyes, pretty face to Rogue, snub-nosed and slender, she was distressed twenty-two years and for four religious, Sister Petronilla was his name, had more a nice voice, and much more temperamental than religion. As for Mr. d'Esclaponville and was named our citizens, it was a good big welcomed about twenty-eight years, his cousin and top magnet not quite as much of Ms. Esclaponville, since there was already ten years that he slept with her, and a habit of ten years is fatal fire of the hymen. Ms. d'Esclaponville - because he should paint, for whom it happen if we do not paint in a century when he only takes pictures, even when a tragedy would not be received if the dealers were there to screen least six subjects - Ms. d'Esclaponville, "I was a blonde a little bland, but very white, fairly pretty eyes, plump, and those big chubby commonly known in the world of good enjoyment .

Until now Ms. Esclaponville of ignored that there was a way to avenge an unfaithful husband, wise like her mother who had lived eighty-three years with the same man without him of infidelity She was still quite naive, full of candid enough to not even suspect that this dreadful crime casuists named adultery, and that pleasant to soften everything, simply called gallantry, but a woman cheated soon received his resentment advice for revenge, and since no one likes to be outdone, there is nothing she does whenever she can, so we have nothing to reproach him. Ms. d'Esclaponville finally realized that her beloved husband Mr. visiting a cousin too often in the third degree: the demon of jealousy takes hold of her soul, she watches, she inquired and eventually discover that there is also little recognized in San Quentin that the plot of her husband and sister Petronilla. Sure of her, she finally said Esclaponville of her husband that the conduct he observed it pierces the soul, that she did not deserve such processes and that she implored her to return through .

- In my wrong, the husband calmly replied, ignore you then I'm off, my dear friend, sleeping with my cousin the nun? It cleanses the soul in so holy a plot is identified with the Supreme Being is to incorporate the Holy Spirit in itself no sin, my dear, with people dedicated to God, they purify everything who is with them and go, in a word, is open the road to the heavenly bliss.

Ms. d'Esclaponville quite happy with the little success of his remonstrance, said nothing but swear at the bottom of herself she will find a way to more persuasive eloquence ... The devil is it that women always have a ready: for they're pretty, they have to say, the avengers rained from all sides.

There were some in the town parish priest who was called the Abbe du Bosquet, a sprightly great thirties chasing all the women and making a forest of all fronts of the husband of St. Quentin. Ms. d'Esclaponville became acquainted with the vicar, the vicar gradually also became acquainted with Madame d'Esclaponville, and they both knew so well that they finally might have to paint from head to foot without it being possible to s 'y mistake. After a month each came to congratulate the unfortunate Esclaponville who boasted of being alone escaped to the deadly intrigues of the curate, and he was in San Quentin as the only front that rogue had not yet defiled.

- That can not, "said Esclaponville of those who spoke to him, my wife is wise as a Lucretia, you would tell me a hundred times that I would not believe.

- Come then, "said one of his friends, so I just convince yourself with your own eyes, and we'll see after if you doubt.

On Esclaponville gets trapped, and his friend took him to a half-mile from the city in a lonely place where the Somme, confined between two rows and covered with fresh flowers, delicious as a bath to the inhabitants of the town, but as the appointment was given at a time when we commonly do not bathe again our poor husband's grief to see happen one after another and his honest wife and his rival, without anyone's interrupt.

- Well, the friend said to Esclaponville, forehead he begins to itch you?

- Not yet, says the citizen, is the rub, however unintentionally, it is perhaps to confess.

- Let us, therefore, to the end, the friend said ...

It was not long: just arrived in the delicious shade of fragrant hedge, the Abbe du Bosquet detaches itself all that harms voluptuous touches he meditates, and proceeds to work holy storage for the thirtieth time can be a good and honest Esclaponville among the other spouses of the city.

- Well, do you think now? said the friend.

- Returning us, "said sourly of Esclaponville, because strength to believe I might kill this cursed priest and it would pay me better than he is, back-in, my friend, and keep me secret, I beg you.

On Esclaponville returns home in confusion, and soon after his wife has mild to report for dinner at her chaste flanks.

- One moment, dear, "said the angry citizens, since my childhood I vowed to my father never to have dinner with whores.

- With whores responds graciously to Ms. Esclaponville, my friend, wonder about, what do you reproach me?

- How carogne, I have to blame you, what you been doing this afternoon at the baths with our vicar.

- Oh, my God, meets the gentle woman, this is it, my son, it's just that you have to say.

- How ventrebleu, that is all ...

- But, my friend, I followed your advice, do not you tell me we should lose nothing by sleeping with people from church, we purify his soul in so holy a plot that c 'was identified with the Supreme Being, the Holy Spirit to come in and open itself in a word the way to the heavenly bliss ... Well, my son, I did what you told me, I'm not a saint and a whore

Ah! I promise you that if any of those good souls God has the means to open, as you say, the road the blessedness of heaven, it certainly is the vicar, because I've never seen such a big key.