Cousin Bette

Este libro historico puede tener numerosos errores tipograficos y texto faltante. Los compradores pueden descargar una copia gratuita escaneada del libro original (sin errores tipograficos) desde la editorial. No indexado. No se muestra. 1888 edition. Extracto: …of the same work; though it is-a great proof of a man’s inferior nature when he does not know how to make his wife his mistress. Constancy will ever be the genius of Love; the sign of an immense force, –the force that constitutes a poet. A man should find all women in his wife, –just as the soiled poets of the seventeenth century made Chloes and Daphnes of their Manons. “Well,” said Lisbeth to Wenceslas, as soon as she saw him thoroughly fascinated, ” what do you think of Valerie?” “Too charming ” he answered. “You would n’t listen to me,” exclaimed Bette. “Ah, my little Wenceslas if you and I had stayed together you should have been the lover of this siren; you should have married her when she became a widow, and had the benefit of her forty thousand francs a year.” “Has she all that?” “Certainly,” said Bette. “But take care now what you are about; I have warned you of your danger; don’t burn your fingers. Come, give rue your arm, dinner is ready.” No speech could have been more demoralizing to a Pole; show him a precipice and he springs over it. The Polish race has the distinctive genius of cavalry; it believes in flinging itself headlong against obstacles and coming out victorious. The spur with which Lisbeth prodded his vanity was enforced by the scene in the dining-room, where an exquisite silver service made him conscious of the elegancies and refinements of Parisian luxury. “I should have done better,” he reflected, “to have married Celimene.” During dinner Hulot, who was pleased to find his son-in-law present, and still more pleased at the certainty of reconciliation with Valerie, of whose fidelity he now felt sure, since he could promise her Coquet’s place, made himself delightful….