“No man ever buried his wife deeper than he buried his:  she will hardly be found at the day of judgment.  He married before the Revolution, and your altogether moral reminds me of a speech of his that I shall have to repeat for your benefit.  Napoleon appointed Lustrac to an important office, in a conquered province.  Madame de Lustrac, abandoned for governmental duties, took a private secretary for her private affairs, though it was altogether moral:  but she was wrong in selecting him without informing her husband.  Lustrac met this secretary in a state of some excitement, in consequence of a lively discussion in his wife’s chamber, and at an exceedingly early hour in the morning.  The city desired nothing better than to laugh at its governor, and this adventure made such a sensation that Lustrac himself begged the Emperor to recall him.  Napoleon desired his representatives to be men of morality, and he held that such disasters as this must inevitably take from a man’s consideration.  You know that among the Emperor’s unhappy passions, was that of reforming his court and his government.  Lustrac’s request was granted, therefore, but without compensation.  When he returned to Paris, he reappeared at his mansion, with his wife; he took her into society—­a step which is certainly conformable to the most refined habits of the aristocracy —­but then there are always people who want to find out about it.  They inquired the reason of this chivalrous championship.  ’So you are reconciled, you and Madame de Lustrac,’ some one said to him in the lobby of the Emperor’s theatre, ’you have pardoned her, have you?  So much the better.’  ‘Oh,’ replied he, with a satisfied air, ’I became convinced—­’ ‘Ah, that she was innocent, very good.’  ’No, I became convinced that it was altogether physical.’”

Caroline smiled.

“The opinion of your admirer reduced this weighty trouble to what is, in this case as in yours, a very petty one.”

“A petty trouble!” she exclaimed, “and pray for what do you take the fatigue of coquetting with a de Lustrac, of whom I have made an enemy!  Ah, women often pay dearly enough for the bouquets they receive and the attentions they accept.  Monsieur de Lustrac said of me to Monsieur de Bourgarel, ’I would not advise you to pay court to that woman; she is too dear.’”

WITHOUT AN OCCUPATION.

“PARIS, 183-

“You ask me, dear mother, whether I am happy with my husband.  Certainly Monsieur de Fischtaminel was not the ideal of my dreams.  I submitted to your will, as you know.  His fortune, that supreme consideration, spoke, indeed, sufficiently loud.  With these arguments, —­a marriage, without stooping, with the Count de Fischtaminel, his having thirty thousand a year, and a home at Paris—­you were strongly armed against your poor daughter.  Besides, Monsieur de Fischtaminel is good looking for a man of thirty-six years; he received the cross of the Legion of Honor from Napoleon upon the field of battle, he is an ex-colonel, and had it not been for the Restoration, which put him upon half-pay, he would be a general.  These are certainly extenuating circumstances.