Let's go we? - It's early. - You see cesnues? - Do not worry, they will disappear by themselves, etsans the help of the least breath of wind. - You think so? -I 've oftenremarked in the summer, in time chauds.La lower part of the atmosphere, the rain hascleared of sonhumidit, will take over a portion of the thick vapor quiforme the dark veilthat hides you the heaven. The mass of the vapor will distribute almost equally throughoutthe mass del'air, and by the exact distribution or combination, as you please to say, the atmosphere becomes transparent etlucide. This is an operation of our laboratories, which runs Engrand above our heads. In a few hours of pointsazurs begin to pierce through the clouds rarefied; lesnuages become scarce and more. Points azure semultiplieront andextend, and soon you will not know what the black crepe seradevenu you frightened, andyou'll be surprised etrcr the clear air, the purity of heaven, and beautdu days. - But this is true, because while you were speaking, jeregardais, and the phenomenon seemed torun your commands. - Cephnomne is a kind of dissolution of water by air.

- As the steam, which tarnishes the outer surface of a glass filled with ice water quel'on is a sort of precipitation. And these huge balloons that float or remain suspendeddansl'atmosphre are just too much water the air can dissolve saturne. - They remainthere as desugared pieces at the bottom of a cup of coffee that does not take more .Very well. - And then you promise me upon our return ... A starry vault also that you have ever seen. Since nouscontinuons our walk, can you tell me, you quiconnaissez those who attendhere, what is this personnagelong, dry, melancholy, who sat, who has not said a word, letalone in etqu'on the living room when the rest of the compagnies'est dispersed? - It's aman I really respect ladouleur. - And you call him? The Knight Desroches. - CeDesrocheswho became possessed of an immense fortune to Lamort a miserly father, made his name by his dissipation, sesgalanteries, and diversity of its forms? - Himself - This crazyquia suffered all kinds of metamorphoses, and we saw successivementen small collar,palaces and dress in uniform? - Yes, that crazy .- That it is changed! - His life is a tissue of events singuliers.C is one of the most unfortunate victims of the whims of fate ETDEreckless judgments of men. When he left the glisepour the bench, his family threw a fuss, and all sotpublic, which never fails to take advantage of the fathers Contrelle children,began to clabauder in unison. - It was quite another uproar when he retired from the courtto enter the service. However, what did he do? a line of force which we nousglorifierionsone and the other, and called him the worst head

there was, and then you are surprised that the frantic chatter cesgens bother me then,impatient, hurt me! - Well, I thought I vousavoue Desroches like everyone else. And thatc'estainsi from mouth to mouth, echoes desautres ridiculous one, a gentleman is translated to a flat man unhomme of mind for a fool, an honest man for a villain, a man of courage for a fool, and vice versa. No, these impertinent waxwings are not worth the trouble it compteleur approval, disapproval for their laconduite something in his life. Listen, damn it! and die to advise Parliament honte.Desroches between very youngdescirconstances support the rapidly lead to the Great Chamber, it

is Tournelle turn and one of rapporteursdans a criminal case. Based on its findings, the malfaiteurestsentenced to death. The day of execution, it estd'usage that those who decided the sentence of the court serendent at the Hotel de Ville, in order to receivederniresdispositions the unfortunate, if it has some to do, as it happened this time. It was winter. Desroches soncollgue and sat before the fire when they annonal'arrive the patient. The man that torture had disrupted taittendu and carried on a mattress. Upon entering, he gets up, he tourneses eyes towards heaven, he exclaimed, Good God! thy judgments are right ... There he is on his mattress at the foot of Desroches. Is it you, sir,who have condemned me? enl'apostrophant he said with a loud voice. I am guilty of the crime accused Donton, yes, I am, I confess, but you do savezrien ... Then, taking the whole process, he demonstrated clear

as day that there was no strength in the evidence or justicedans sentence. Desroches, to tremble universal slve, tearing her dress on her masterful and renounce foreverlaprilleuse according to rule on the lives of men. And they call voilce crazy! A man whoknows and craintd'avilir the ecclesiastical habit by bad habits, or one day setrouverstained with the blood of the innocent. - It's that ignoreces things. That he must be silentwhen it is not known. - Maispour be silent, beware. - And what inconvenience to semfier?- To refuse the belief qu'onestime to twenty people, for a man who does not know. - Hey,sir, I do not ask when ils'agira as guarantors of the well, but evil! ... Let this vousm'cartezof my story and give me the mood ... However ilfallait something. He bought a company. -That direqu'il left the business to condemn his fellow Deles for the killing without any form of trial. - I do not commenton pleasant in such cases. - What do you want! you are sad and I'm gay. - This is the result of history you need to know the value of the peg pourapprcierpublic. - I know, if you wanted. This will be long. - Good. Desroches is the campagnede1745 and shows. Escaped the dangers of war, one hundred miles aTwo shots, he just bebreaking a leg Parun skittish horse to twelve or fifteen miles of home decampagne, where he had planned to spend his winter quarters; etDieu knows how the accident was arranged by our pleasant .- that there are certain characters which became a habitudedelaugh and can not complain about anything. A man who has the leg

shattered, it is indeed very nice! Well, gentlemen lesrieurs cheeky, laugh much, but know that it may have been for tremieux Desroches have been killed by a bullet decanone or be left on the battlefield, the flat belly of uncoup bayonet . This accident happened to him in a nasty little village, where there was bearable for asylum or lechteau rectory. He was carried to the castle that belonged to a young widow named Madame de La Carlieri, the lady of the place. - Who has pasentendu about Madame de La Carlieri? Who has notentenduparler his boundless indulgence for an old jealous husband to whom the greed ofhis parents had sacrificed at the age dequatorze years? - In this age when we take the most serious disengagement, because we will be red and will have beautiful curls, Ms. LaCarlieri was, with her first husband, the FEMMED driving the more reserved and more honest. - I think so, since you tell me. - She received the chevalierDesroches and treatedwith all imaginable attention. Larappelaient business to the city, despite its business andthe

rains continuellesd'un nasty fall, which, by inflating the waters of the Marne quicoule in its vicinity, only exposed him to leave her home by boat, she extended her stay in the landuntil entiregurison Desroches. Here he is cured, the this is next to Ms. Dela Carlieri in the same car that brings them back to Paris, and Lechevalier, linked recognition and a sense plusdoux attached to his young, rich and beautiful hospital. - It is true that c'taituneheavenly creature, she never seemed to show no fairesensation. - And that's where you saw it? ... - It is true. -During the term of an intimacy of many years, the lover

Knight, who was not indifferent to Madame de La Carlieri, luiavait proposed several timesto marry him, but the mmoirercente punishment she had endured under the tyranny ofunpremier husband, and more lightweight than the reputation of Lechevalier was made bya multitude of love affairs, frightened Mme de La Carlieri, who did not believe inconversiondes men of this character. She was suing her husband leshritiers. Was therenot the occasion of this trial about that? - Many and all couleurs.Je leave you to imagine ifDesroches, who had kept nombred'amis the bench, fell asleep on the interests of Ms. DelaCarlieri. - And if we assuming grateful? - It taitsans stops at the door of the judges. - Thefun is that, perfectly cured of his fracture, he never visited them without a boot on his leg: he claimed that his sollicitationsappuyes in his boot became more touching. It is true thatplaced him first on one side and then another, and that sometimes enfaisait note. - And to distinguish it from unparent the same name, was called Desroches the ankle boot. However, with the right boot and pathetic duchevalier, Madame de La Carlieri won his case. - And devintMme Desroches title. - As you go! You do Pasler details common, and Ispare you. They agreed, they touched at the time of their marriage, when Madame deLaCarlire after a ceremonial dinner in the middle of a cerclenombreux composed of two families and some nombred'amis, taking a maintenance August and solemnly,s'adressaau knight, and said, "Mr. Desroches, listen to me.

Today we are free and the other one, tomorrow we will be more nele, and I will becomemaster of your happiness oude your misfortune, you, mine. I've thought it through. Deign to think too seriously. If you feel the same penchant inconstancy which you dominated so far,if I nesuffisais not the full extent of your desires, do not sign, I implore you by you and me.Consider that at least I think I'm made to be ignored, I would feel more vivementune insult. Iand a lot of vanity. I do not know hate, despise maispersonne knows better, and I do notdumpris back. Tomorrow, at the foot of the altar, you'll swear to m'apparteniret to belongto me. Probe yourself, ask your heart, while there is still time, thinking that it is in myvie.Monsieur, I was easily hurt, and the wound of my soul necicatrise point and it stillbleeds. I do not complain, because the complaint unwelcome at first, eventually sour eviletparce that pity is a feeling that breaks the one who inspires. I enclose my pain and Iperish. Chevalier, I vousabandonner my person and my property, you resign my will and myfantasies, you will be the world to me, but I have to be anything to you, I can nottresatisfaite less. I am, I believe, unique to you in CEMO, and you are certainly to me, butit is trspossible we met, you a woman who

is plusaimable me, someone who appears tome. If the superiority demerit, or suspicion justified the inconsistency, there auraitplus of manners. I have morals, I have, I want vousen have. It is by any sacrifice imaginable, I claim

you buy without reservation. Here are my rights are my titles, and never fall back jen'en. I will do everything so that you do soyezpas only inconsistent, but that decision Deshommessupposed, in the opinion of your own consciousness, the last voussoyez ungrateful. I accept the same criticism, if I nerponds not in your care, your ways, your tenderness,delde to your expectations. I learned what I can do, besides unpoux that made me the duties of a wife or niagrables easy. You know now what you have to wait demoi. See what you have to fear you. Tell me, Sir, tell me much. Or I will become your wife, or I will remain your friend, the alternative is not cruel. My friend, my dear friend, I implore you, donot expose me to hate, to escape the father of my children, and perhaps in a fitdedsespoir, to push their innocent caresses. I can, my whole life with a new transport youback in them etme happy to have been their mother. Give me more confidencegrandemarque a woman has sought to ungalant honest man refuse me, if you think I started to untrop high price. Far from being offended, I throw my arms autourde your neck, and the love of those you captivated and lesfadeurs they have charged you do not haveearned a kiss as sincere, as sweet as you have obtenude franchise and gratitude! "- I believe in time avoirentendu a good comic parody of the speech .- And a good friend of Madame de La Carlieri? - Well, the jth remember, you guessed it. - And that would notrencogner a man deep in a forest, away from the

decent rabble, for which there is nothing sacred? I will go, celafinira there, nothing is more certain, I will go. The assembly, which avaitcommenc smiled, finally shed tears.Desroches seprcipita the feet of Madame de La Carlieri, spread enprotestations honestand tender, omitted nothing that pouvaitaggraver or excuse his past conduct, Ms. DelaCarlieri compared with women he had known and neglected, drew Dece parallel and justflattering the reasons for the reassurance of serassurer himself against a penchant forfashion, a effervescencede youth, the vice general manners rather than his own did not think it does ditrien and he vowed to do. Madame de LaCarlire watched, listened, tried toenter the sesdiscours in his movements, and interpreted very sonavantage. - Why not, if it were true? - She had abandonnune of his hands, kissed it, pressed it against his heart,he kissed her again, he wet with tears. All mondepartageait their affection: all women feltcommeMme La Carlieri, all men as the knight. C'estl'effet what is honest, not to leave a large assemblequ'une mind and soul. As feels like ons'aime all in these times! For example, that humanity is beautiful in the show! Why must we separate so fast!Leshommes are so good and so happy when together leurssuffrages honest, confuses them, makes them one! - We enjoyed this bonheurqui assimilate us, when Madame de laCarlieri, transported to a rising tide of soul exalted, rose and said Desroches, "Chevalier,Jene not believe you yet, but just now I believe ... "- The little countess played sublimeenthusiasm of his

beautiful cousin. - It is more made for the play than injure. "The oath at the altar ..."Vousriez? - Well, I beg your pardon, but I still see Lapetite Countess hoisted on the tips of her feet and I hear sonton emphatic. - Come on, you're a villain, a corrompucomme allthese people, and I am silent. - I promise neplus laugh. - Take care. - Well, the oath aupiedaltars ... - "were followed by so many perjuries, I nefais no account of the solemn promiseof tomorrow. For God grew less formidable to us than our fellow jugementde. Mr.Desroches, approach. That Mamaine, give me yours, and swear a loyalty, atendresseternelle;-certify in the men around us. Permettezque, if it happens that you give me some topics deme legitimate complaint, I will denounce you to court and you booksonindignation: agree they gather in my voice and they call you a traitor, ungrateful,treacherous man false, hommemchant. They are my friends and yours: I agree thatmomento you lose, it is not you. You, my friends swear to me to leave him alone ... "At the moment of the show sounds crismls: I promise, I allow, I agree, we swear ... anddelicious aumilieu of this tumult, the knight who had thrown his brasautour of Madame de La Carlieri, kissed her on the forehead, eyes, cheeks. - But, Sir! ... - But, madam, thecrmonieest made, I am your husband, you are my wife. - Deep in the woods, surely, here are missing a little formality of use. Enattendant better, look, here is my picture, makeit vousplaira. Have not you ordered yours? if you have, give

to me. - Desroches presented his portrait to Madame de La Carlirequi put on his armand called himself, the rest of the day, Ms. Desroches. - I am anxious to know whatceladeviendra. - A moment of patience, I promised you to trelong, and I must keep its word. But ... it is true: it was time to dansle your great tour and you were then absentduroyaume.Deux years, two whole years, Desroches and his wife were lespoux the mostunited, the happiest. It was believed vraimentcorrig Desroches and he was indeed.Friends of debauchery, which avaiententendu discuss the previous scene and had joked,saying it was actually the priest who brought misfortune and Quemmerais La Carlieri had discovered, after two thousand years, to dodge the curse's Secret the sacrament.Desroches was unenfant of Madame de La Carlieri, I will call Ms. Desroches, until it suits me to use it otherwise, it voulutabsolument feed. It was a long and perilous interval pourunyoung man of an ardent temperament, and done little to cetteespce regime. While Ms.Desroches was in office ... Her husband was spreading in society, and he had the misfortune detrouver one day on his way one of these attractive women, artful, secretlyirritated to see an addition concordequ'elles were excluded from home , which it seems that the study and are diving laconsolation other qu'ellesprouvent in misery. - It's yourstory, but it is not the sienne.Desroches, who knew, who knew his wife, who larespectait, who feared ... - It's almost the same thing ...-spent his days at her side. His child, he was mad,

was almost as often in his arms between those of Lamers, he dealt with some mutual friends at work soulagerla honest but painful, by the variety of amusementsdomestiques. This is very beautiful. - Certainly. A sesame was engaged in the business of government.TheOntario Ministry owes him a considerable sum, which was presquetoute his

fortune, and he sought in vain in September. It s'enouvrit to Desroches. It remembered that he had once been with a woman well enough by his powerful connections to finircette case. He was silent, but the next day he saw this woman spoke etlui. It was delighted to find and usea galanthomme they had dearly loved and sacrificed for vuesambitieuses. The first interview was followed by plusieursautres. This woman was beautiful, she had done wrong,and it lamanire explained it was not quivoque.Desroches was some time uncertain what he would do. - Well, I do not know why. - But half taste oufaiblesse idleness, half fear a miserable scruples ... On unamusement rather indifferent to his wife. - Do slowsvivacitde the protector of his friend and n'arrtt the success of his negotiation, he forgotfor a moment and turned into Ms. Desroches uneintrigue that his accomplice had the best interests of tenirsecrte, and correspondence necessary and followed . We saw little, but itwas written often. I said a hundred times auxamants: did not write the letters you lose:Sooner or later lehasard by diverting its address. Chance combines tousle possible cases, and he did need time to get lachance fatal. No one believed you? - And all is lost,

Desroches and, as one hundred miles that preceded it, and one hundred millequi will follow. It kept its own in one of these petitscoffrets circled above and the sides of steel blades. A city in the country, the box was in the key of a secretary. When traveling, it was deposited in one of the trunks of Desroches, LEDEV on the car. This time it was on the front. They leave, they arrive. In dismounting, Desroches undomestique gives the cabinetto bring in his apartment where onn'arrivait than through that of his wife. Here, the ringbreaks, the cabinet fell, the top separates from the rest, and that unemultitude lettersscattered at the feet of Ms. Desroches. It so much as scratched a few and is convinced of the perfidy of his poux.Elle never remembers that moment without shuddering. Shedisaitqu'une cold sweat had escaped from all parts of soncorps, and it had seemed thatiron claw gripped her Lecoeur and tugged her womb. What will become of her? What will it be? She was silent, she remembered what she had left because of ETDE force: betweenthe letters, she made choice of some of plussignificatives, she straightened the bottom of the cabinet, and ordered audomestique to place in the apartment of his master, sansparlerof what had happened, on pain of being expelled on the spot. She had promised that hewould hear Desroches jamaisune complaint of her mouth and she kept her word. Howevertristesses'empara of her, she wept sometimes, and she wanted to be alone at home or atthe walk and it was served in sonappartement, she kept silence continued, and he didchappaitque involuntary sighs. The distressed but tranquilleDesroches addressed thi s state of vapor, though women

There are not subject feed. In a very short time his wife santde weakens to the point that he had to leave the country ets'en return to the city. She persuaded her husband to theroutedans a separate car. Back here, as she put in sesprocds reserve and address, asDesroches, who nes'tait point overview of the subtraction of the letters, lives in leslgersdisdain of his wife, his indifference, his soupirschapps his unshed tears his taste for solitude, that lessymptmes accustomed to indisposition he croyait.Quelquefois headvised him

to stop food sonenfant, was precisely the only way to remove, as it luiplairait,a clarification between her and her husband. Desrochescontinuait therefore live by his wife, in the most entirescurit on the mystery of his conduct, when one morning sheluiapparut great, noble, dignified, wearing the same dress and adorned desmmesadjustments she had worn in the crmoniedomestique of On the eve of her wedding.What she had lost defracheur and overweight, what the secret pain she had removedtaitconsume charms, was repaired with advantage nobility spoke of his support.Amielorsque Desroches wrote to his wife entered. The disturbance took the one and the other, but both equally skilled and interested in hiding, cetrouble only passed. O my wife!Desroches said on seeing and crumpling, like distraction, paper qu'ilavait writing that you are beautiful! What are your plans the day? My project, sir, is to bring together twofamilles.Nos friends, our parents are invited, and I count on you .- Certainly. What time do you want me? - What time

I want to? ... but at the usual hour. - You unventail and gloves, do you go? - If youlepermettez. - And could you tell where you go? My mother .- I beg to submit my respect.Your respect? - Certainly ... Ms. Desroches did not return at the hour of semettre at the table. The guests had arrived. Was expected. As soon as she appeared, it was the sameas that exclamation Deson husband, men, women gathered around saying every time Ala:But look how beautiful she is! ... The femmesrajustaient something that had botheredhairdressing. Leshommes placed at a distance and still admiration, rptaiententre them:No, God or nature did nothing, nothing pufaire more imposing, larger, more beautiful, morenoble, more perfect . But my wife told him Desroches, you meparaissez not sensitive tothe impression you make on us. Degrce do not souna, a mouse, along with so many charms, we would delight to all common sense ... Ms. Desroches rponditd'un slightindignation, turned away and put sonmouchoir in his eyes that were beginning to moisten.Lesfemmes, who notice everything, whispered: What did it matter? It looks like she wants to cry ... Desroches, Quiles guessed, put his hand to his forehead and made them sign that Mrs. Latet was a bit disturbed. - In fact, we wrote auloin that spread a dull thud as the beautiful Madame Desroches, formerly the beautiful Madame de La Carlieri, had becomeinsane. - OnServer. The gaiety is showed on every face, except on Madame de LafromLondon Carlieri. Desroches joked lightly on the Sonair dignity. It was not enough cases of reason or the

of his friends to fear the danger of its mouse Mafemme, if you wanted to smile ... Madame de La Carlieri nepas affected to hear and kept his grave. The women said that it wouldtoutesles faces so you could leave him lechoix. The meal is completed, we enter the room;estform circle. Madame de La Carlieri ... - You mean Ms. Desroches? - No, it pleases me more than to call it. Madame de La Carliresonne, she waved, she brings her child.She receives entremblant, she discovered her breast, gives him to suck and went tolagouvernante, after looking sad and wet unelarme of which fell on the child's face. She said, tears essuyantcette: It will not be the last ... But these words furentprononcs so

lowthey are barely heard. This spectacleattendrit all present in the living room and establishesa silenceprofond. It was then that Madame de la Carlieri rose and addressed the company, said the following or equivalent: "Mesparents, my friends, you were all on ourday that I engaged my foia Mr. Desroches and he hired me his. I received theconditionsauxquelles his hand and gave him mine, you probably lesrappelez. Mr.Desroches, talk, aije been faithful souls promises? ... Scrupulously. - And you, sir, you have deceived me, you have betrayed me ... me, madame ... - You, sir. - Who are thepoor, the unworthy ... - Iln'ya of unhappy here than me, and unworthy of you - Madame ... my wife ... - I am the most. - Madame! - Sir, do not lie and arrogance to perfidy. The more youdefend, you will be more confused. Are you saving yourself ... "So saying she took the letters from his pocket,

presented in the next few Desroches, and distributed lesautres assistants. It took them, but we do not read. "Ladies and gentlemen, said Mrs. La Carlieri, read and judge us. Youshall not go out of here without saying ... "Then, addressing Desroches," You, sir, you mustconnatrel'criture. "We hesitated, but on repeated instances of the Carlieri Demme, was read. However Desroches, trembling, motionless, his head was leaning against a mirror,his back turned Ala company, he dared to look. A friend took pity on him, took him by the hand and led him off the show. In dtailsqu'on me of that scene, I was told that he wasvery flat etsa woman honestly ridiculous. - Lack of Desroches began EASE: it was agreed to his fault, it approved the resentment of the Carlieri Demme, provided it drove him too far, we gathered around her, pressed it, we begged, we laconjura the friend who had ledDesroches went in and out, instructing him to what was happening. Madame de LaCarlieri remained fermedans a resolution which it had not yet responded onlyexplique.Elle the same word in all that luireprsentait, she said to the women, ladies, I doblmepoint your indulgence ... men: Gentlemen this does sepeut, trust is lost, and there is no resource ... Onramena the husband, he was more dead than alive, he fell, rather nesefell at her feet, there was silence. Madame de LaCarlire said, sir, get up. He got up andelleajouta "You're a bad husband, are you, n'tesvous pasun gentleman? This is what Iknow. I can neither you nor vousaimer estimate is you that we are

not made to live together. I leave you my fortune, jen'en requires that sufficient for mysubsistence troiteet that of my child. My mother warned, I logementprpar a home, andyou will allow me to go take on the spot. The only thanks I ask and I'm droitd'obtenir is tosave me a piece that would not change mesdesseins, and whose only effect would be to accelerate the cruel sentenceque you have made against me. I carry monenfant sulfur, andto wait next to my mother to close my eyes I close my own. If you have trouble, be Surquesmy pain and the great age of the mother will end soon ... "But the tears flowed from all eyes, hands Luiten women, men were prostrate. But Madame de La futlorsque Carlieriapproached the door, holding his arms sonenfant, they heard sobs and cries. Lemar criedmy wife! my wife! listen to me. You savezpas ... Men shouted, women cnaient:MadameDesroches! Madame .. The husband cried: My friends, let yourself go! Stop it, stop it! She hear me, that speaks jelui ... When they urged him to throw himself in front of her: No, he said, I can not, I dare, I wear a mainsur it! touch it! I am

not worthy ... Madame de La Carlirepartit. I was with her mother when she arrived there, had broken theeffortsqu'elle facts. Three of his servants had descenduede his car and carried it through the head and feet, followed lagouvernante, pale as death, with the child asleep on sonsein.We placed this unfortunate woman on a couch, which she would long remainedmotionless, in front of the old

and respectable mother, who opened his mouth without warning, which s'agitaitautour her,who wanted to rescue his daughter, and who do pouvait.Enfin knowledge came to him, and his first words in levantles eyelids, were: I 'm not dead? This is a very sweet thing than being dead. My mother, get there next demoi, and both die. But if we die, which aurasointhis poor child? ... Then she took both his hands trembling scheset his mother in one ofher own, she laid the autresur her child she began to shed a torrent of tears ellesanglotait,she wanted to complain, but its complaint and sanglotstaient interrupted a violenthiccups. When she could articulerquelques words, she said, is it possible that he should suffer far asthe me but it was busy consoling persuaderque Desroches and to the resentment of a fault as light as his nepourrait last, but that it should be given a few moments l'orgueil a woman proud, sensitive and wounded, and the extraordinary commitment ceremony almost solennitd'une honor oF a violent approach. This is ourfault, leshommes said ... Yes, indeed, the women said, if we had VUSA sublime mummeryin the same light as the public and the countess, nothing that we are sorry for this would have happened is that ... leschoses a certain product we require, and we go tonouslaissons a foolish admiration when there would qu'hausser shoulders and laugh ...You see, you see the beautiful scene trainque it will do, and as we all tympanize ... Between us it lent ... From that day, Madame de La Carlieri took its name from a widow and no

never suffered to be called Ms. Desroches. His door, longtempsferme everyone, alwayswas for her husband. He wrote, they burned his letters unopened. Madame de La CarlieriAesir said parents and friends that it would cease to see the first quiintercderait for him.The priests interfered fruitless; forthe great, she rejected their mediation with both highqu'elleen was soon issued. - They said it was probably uneimpertinente a prudestrengthened. And the other rptrenttous according to them. But she was absorbed in melancholy, and his health was destroyed with inconceivable rapidity. Depersonnes asconfidantes of this separation were unexpected etdu singular reason that had brought her, that it was soon entretiengnral. This is where I ask you to divert your eyes, if sepeut,Madame de La Carlieri to fix the public on cettefoule fool who judges us, which has our honor, quinous extols or that we dragged in the mire, and qu'onrespecte especially since ithas less energy and vertu.Esclaves public, you may be the adopted son of the tyrant, butyou will never see the fourth day of the Ides. There avaitqu'un advice on the conduct of Madame de La Carlieri was a crazy shut ... The good example to give and take! ... Itsparer three quarters of the husbands of their wives ... The Three quarters, you say? Is itthat there are two hundred soientfidles that in a pinch? ... Madame de La Carlierisanscontredit is very friendly and it had its terms of agreement, the beauty, virtue,

honestySimilarly, add the knight owes him everything, but wanting in the whole kingdom to be the only one who adheres strictly sonmari, the claim is too ridiculous ...

And they continued: If the Desroches is so keen that he nes'adresse laws and that he doesthis woman to reason? ... Imagine what they would say, though Desroches or his friend hadpus'expliquer, but reduced them to silence. These were unnecessarily hackneyeddernierspropos the ears of the knight ilet every effort to recover his wife, except for theviolence. But Madame de La Carlieri was a woman venerated, and the center of thevoices that he blamed it raised a few that ventured a word of defense, but a wordbientimide, very weak, very reserved, less conviction queda 'honesty. - In the circumstances the most ambiguous, the partida honesty is always bigger defectors. - It isclearly seen .- The trouble lasting peace with all men, and Lapert the charms of a beautiful woman with all the reconciles lesautres. Even better. Indeed, when the beautiful Madame de LaCarlire no longer his skeleton, about lacommisration mingled with that of theblame: Extinguishing the flower Deson age, and pass, and that through the treachery of a man that elleavait well aware, who was to know, and had to pay a seulmoyen all she haddone for him, for, Entrenous, Desroches married her when he was a cadet Bretagne quin'had the cape and sword ... poor Madame de La Carlieri! celaest yet sad ... But why notretourneravec him? .. Ah! why? is that each has its own character, etqu'il might be hoped that this one was more common, our lords and masters a second look fois.Tandis thatamused and for and against, by filetou by embroidering the jacket, and the balance was

gradually in favor of Madame de La Carlieri, Desroches taittomb in a deplorable stateof mind and body, but we did not see him, he retired to the countryside, where he waited inladouleur boredom and a sense pity that avaitinutilement requested by all routes of submission. Sonct reduced to the last degree of loss and weakness, Madame de LaCarlieri was forced to rely on a mercenary lanourriture of her child. The accident shefeared unchangable milk came, day by day the child etmourut decays. It was then thatsays: Do you know? Ms. Dela Carlieri this poor lost child ... It must be inconsolable ... What do you inconsolable? it is a grief that does conoitpas. I saw it, this is pitiful! it is not there... And Desroches? ... Do not tell me men are tigers. If this was a bit expensive femmelui iswould it be to his campaign? Is cequ'il would not have ran? does it not obsessed danslesstreets, in churches, at the door? It is open uneporte that when you want good, is that thereis, that one layer, that died there ... Because Desroches had failed and none of ceschoseswe did not know, because the important point is not of assets in, but to speak. We are talking about: Child death quired if was not a monster like his father? ... The mother dies ... and the husband does it for this time? ... Bellequestion! By day, he runs the forest as a result of his dogs and scoundrels ilpasse the night with species like him. - Well .- Another event. Desroches had obtained the honors of sontat. When he married Mme de LaCarlieri had demanded that he cede quitttle service and his regiment to his younger brother. - Is it

that Desroches was a cadet? No, but Madame de La Carlieri .- Well? - Well, the young man was killed at the first battle, and now they cried on all sides: The trouble is thatentrdans Desroches home with this ... To hear them, it seemed Cruque the blow from which the young officer had killed had left Lamain Desroches. It was an outburst, a generaldraisonnementaussi inconceivable. As the sentences of the Carlieri Demme followed another, the character of senoircissait Desroches, exaggerated his betrayal, and without being guilty of nothing more nimoins, it was becoming daily more odious. Vouscroyez itall? no, no. The mother of Madame de La Carlireavait its seventy-six years ago. I understand that the death Deson grand-son and the sight of the hard pain of hisfillesuffisaient to shorten his days, but she was decrepit, was crippled Maisel; anyone: youforgot his age and sesinfirmits and Desroches was still responsible for his death. Forthesudden we cut the word, it was a miserable that Ms. Dela Carlieri could not get closerwithout trampling toutepudeur, the murderer of his mother, brother, son! Maisd'aprs this beautiful sense if Madame de La Carlieri was dead, especially after a long and painfulillness which would have allowed l'injustice and public hatred to all their progress,ilsauraient had to watch as the execrable murderer of all unefamille. - This is what happened and what they did. Good! - If you nem'en not believe it, talk to some of thosesontici and see how they explain it. If he remained seuldans the show is that when he cameback each atourn him. Why not? We know that a man is a

villain, but that does not do it welcomes. - The affaireest a bit recently, and all these peopleare parents or amisde the deceased. Madame de La Carlieri died the second partylaPentecte last, and do you know where? in Saint Eustache, Lamesse of the parish, in the midst of a great people. Maisquelle madness! you die in bed. Who is it that has to diejamaisavis to church? She had intended to be funny all the way. - Yes, bizarre is the word.It trouvaitun little better, she had confessed the night before she thought she was going toforce assezde receive the sacrament at church, instead del'appeler home. Wear it in a chair. Entendl'office it without complaining and without appearing to suffer. The momentarrives lacommunion; his wives give the arm and laconduisent to the altar, the priest'scommunion, it s'inclinecomme to collect, and expires. - It shall expire! Yes, elleexpirestrangely, as you said. - And God knows letumulte! ... - Let's do this, we imagine the rest, and come to Lasuita. - Is that this woman became a hundred times more interesting etsonhusband a hundred times more abominable. - It goes without saying. And not all cen'est?- No. As luck would have trouvtsur Desroches is the passage of Madame de La Carlieriwhen the transfraitmorte of the church in his house. - Everything seems to conspirecontrece poor devil. - This approach, he acknowledges his wife, he cries poussedes. Wedemand that this man is. Of the crowd ils'lve indiscreet voice (it was that of a parish priest), who says: This is the murderer of this woman ... Desroches adds, setordant arms, tearing hair: Yes, yes, I am ... At the moment, we gathered around him, he was responsiblefor curses,

they pick up stones, and he was a man knocked on laplace, if a few honest men hadsaved from the fury BEYOND angry mob. - And what was his conduct during lamaladie of his wife? - As good as it could be. Deceived, like all of us, by Madame de La Carlieridrobaitaux others and that perhaps was hidden in his ellemme finprochaine ... I mean, it was nevertheless a barbaric uninhumain. - A wild beast which had gradually unpoignarddown in the bosom of a divine woman, his wife and his benefactress, and he had left to perish, without being, sansdonner any sign of interest and sensitivity. - And that pourn'avoirnot know what he was hiding. - And what was ignored deceux own living around it. - Andwho were portede see every day. Exactly, and that is what it is that the public trial of ourparticular actions. That is how light ... unefaute - O very light. - Get worse for them byunesuite events it was quite impossible to predict etd'empcher. - Even in circumstancesquite trangres the first origin, such as the death of the brother of Madame deLaCarlire by the sale of the regiment of Desroches. - It qu'ilssont for good or evil, oralternatively pangyristesridicules censors absurd event is always lamesure their praiseand their blame. My friend, listen to them, s'ilsne not bother you, but do not believe and donot repeat, failing to support an impertinence of yours. A quoipensez you? your dreams. - I change the view, most ordinary ensupposant a process to Madame de La Carlieri.Elletrouve the letters, she sulks. After a few days mood

brings an explanation and a reconciliation pillow, commec'est use. Despite the apology,protests and sermentsrenouvels, the light nature of the Desroches rentrane unesecondein error, other pouting, explanation, autreraccommod ement, other oaths, other perjurers, and so ofSuite for thirty years, as the 'usage.Cependant Desroches is a gentleman, which deals Arepar by ways multiplied by an unlimited indulgence, a relatively small injury. -Since it is not toujoursd'usage. - Point of separation, to break out, they liveensemblecomme we all live, and the stepmother, and mother, and brother, and the childwould have died that we would not have spelled the word. Or do we have spoken to acomplaint infortunpoursuivi overwhelmed by fate and misfortune. - It is true. - From this I conclude that you are not far to give this ugly beast, one hundred thousand bad heads andmuch gossip, all the contempt they deserve. But sooner or later the meaning communluireturns, and the discourse of the future duprsent corrects gossip. - So you think there will be a time when chosesera seen as Madame de La Carlieri etDesroches accusedacquitted? - I do not think even now soitloign. First, because absent are wrong and there is an absentee APAS more absent than death. Secondly, it qu'onparle we dispute,the adventures of the most worn enconversation reappear and are weighed with less bias.That we may see another ten years that poor Desroches, vousl'avez as seen from house to house dragging his malheureuseexistence, we will approach him, they asked him, that

will listen, he will have no right to remain silent, that saurale bottom of his story, which will reduce to nothing his first folly .- For what it's worth. - And we're all young enough deuxpournice treat to hear the great, the virtuous,

the digneMme La Carlieri of inflexible and haughtyprude, for they all sepoussent each other, as they have no upsets in their judgments, theyhave no more able dansleur expression. But if you had a marriageable daughter,Ladonna Desroches you? Without deliberating, because lehasard had engaged in one of those not slippery which neither you nimoi, no one can promise to get out, becausequel'amiti, honesty, charity, all circonstancespossibles had prepared his fault and hisexcuse because laconduite he held since his voluntary separation with safemme wasblameless, and without approving marisinfidles, I do not take other women who are attantd'importance this rare quality. And then I have my ideas, maybe just, certainly weird, on some actions that I regardemoins as vices of the man as absurd consquencesde our laws, customs sources also absurdesqu'elles, and 'I would call a artificielle.Cela depravityis not too clear, but it may become clear once one. And back to our cottage, I can hear the cries hoarse dedeux or three of our old brelandires calling you, sanscompter that's theday and night falls with advancing cenombreux procession of stars that I promised you . - It is true.