Then Berthe murmured: “Well, we will bring
up the little one.”
“To the Abbe Louis d’Ennemare, at Soissons.
“My Dear Abbe.
“My marriage with your cousin is broken off
in the most stupid way, all on account of an idiotic
trick which I almost involuntarily played my intended.
In my perplexity I turn to you, my old school chum,
for you may be able to help me out of the difficulty.
If you can, I shall be grateful to you until I die.
“You know Gilberte, or, rather, you think you
know her, but do we ever understand women? All
their opinions, their ideas, their creeds, are a surprise
to us. They are all full of twists and turns,
cf the unforeseen, of unintelligible arguments, of
defective logic and of obstinate ideas, which seem
final, but which they alter because a little bird came
and perched on the window ledge.
“I need not tell you that your cousin is very
religious, as she was brought up by the White (or
was it the Black?) Ladies at Nancy. You know
that better than I do, but what you perhaps do not
know is, that she is just as excitable about other
matters as she is about religion. Her head flies
away, just as a leaf is whirled away by the wind; and
she is a true woman, or, rather, girl, for she is
moved or made angry in a moment, starting off at a
gallop in affection, just as she does in hatred, and
returning in the same manner; and she is pretty—as
you know, and more charming than I can say—as
you will never know.
“Well, we became engaged, and I adored her,
as I adore her still, and she appeared to love me.
“One evening, I received a telegram summoning
me to Cologne for a consultation, which might be followed
by a serious and difficult operation, and as I had
to start the next morning, I went to wish Gilberte
good-by, and tell her why I could not dine with them
on Wednesday, but would do so on Friday, the day of
my return. Ah! Beware of Fridays, for I
assure you they are unlucky!
“When I told her that I had to go to Germany,
I saw that her eyes filled with tears, but when I
said I should be back very soon, she clapped her hands,
and said:
“’I am very glad you are going, then!
You must bring me back something; a mere trifle, just
a souvenir, but a souvenir that you have chosen for
me. You must guess what I should like best, do
you hear? And then I shall see whether you have
any imagination.’
“She thought for a few moments, and then added:
“’I forbid you to spend more than twenty
francs on it. I want it for the intention, and
for a remembrance of your penetration, and not for
its intrinsic value:
“And then, after another moment’s silence,
she said, in a low voice, and with downcast eyes:
“’If it costs you nothing in money, but
is something very ingenious and pretty, I will—I
will kiss you.’
