like a candlestick, arranged for her duty like a chest
which never moves, and opens to order. Nevertheless,
the advocate had placed her under the guardianship
and pursuing eye of an old servant, a duenna as ugly
as a pot without a handle, who had brought up the
Sieur Avenelles, and was very fond of him. His
poor wife, for all pleasure in her cold domestic life,
used to go to the Church of St. Jehan, on the Place
de Greve, where, as everyone knows, the fashionable
world was accustomed to meet; and while saying her
paternosters to God she feasted her eyes upon all
these gallants, curled, adorned, and starched, young,
comely, and flitting about like true butterflies,
and finished by picking out from among the lot a good
gentleman, lover of the queen-mother, and a handsome
Italian, with whom she was smitten because he was in
the May of his age, nobly dressed, a graceful mover,
brave in mien, and was all that a lover should be
to bestow a heart full of love upon an honest married
woman too tightly squeezed by the bonds of matrimony,
which torment her, and always excite her to unharness
herself from the conjugal yoke. And you can imagine
that the young gentleman grew to admire Madame, whose
silent love spoke secretly to him, without either
the devil or themselves knowing how. Both one
and the other had their correspondence of love.
At first, the advocate’s wife adorned herself
only to come to church, and always came in some new
sumptuosity; and instead of thinking of God, she made
God angry by thinking of her handsome gentleman, and
leaving her prayers, she gave herself up to the fire
which consumed her heart, and moistened her eyes, her
lips, and everything, seeing that this fire always
dissolves itself in water; and often said to herself:
“Ha! I would give my life for a single
embrace with this pretty lover who loves me.”
Often, too, in place of saying her litanies to Madame
the Virgin, she thought in her heart: “To
feel the glorious youth of this gentle lover, to have
the full joys of love, to taste all in one moment,
little should I mind the flames into which the heretics
are thrown.” Then the gentleman gazing
at the charms of this good wife, and her burning blushes
when he glanced at her, came always close to her stool,
and addressed to her those requests which the ladies
understand so well. Then he said aside to himself:
“By the double horn on my father, I swear to
have the woman, though it cost me my life.”
And when the duenna turned her head, the two lovers squeezed, pressed, breathed, ate, devoured, and kissed each other by a look which would have set light to the match of a musketeer, if the musketeer had been there. It was certain that a love so far advanced in the heart should have an end. The gentleman dressed as a scholar of Montaign, began to regale the clerks of the said Avenelles, and to joke in the company, in order to learn the habits of the husband, his hours of absence, his journeys, and everything, watching for an opportunity to stick his horns on.