“Deceived by the representations of this ecclesiastic, I was led——­”

Then, having signed and sealed his letter, he turned to his colleague and exclaimed: 

“See here; my dear friend, let this be a warning to you never to recommend any one again.”

THE DOOR

“Bah!” exclaimed Karl Massouligny, “the question of complaisant husbands is a difficult one.  I have seen many kinds, and yet I am unable to give an opinion about any of them.  I have often tried to determine whether they are blind, weak or clairvoyant.  I believe that there are some which belong to each of these categories.

“Let us quickly pass over the blind ones.  They cannot rightly be called complaisant, since they do not know, but they are good creatures who cannot see farther than their nose.  It is a curious and interesting thing to notice the ease with which men and women can, be deceived.  We are taken in by the slightest trick of those who surround us, by our children, our friends, our servants, our tradespeople.  Humanity is credulous, and in order to discover deceit in others, we do not display one-tenth the shrewdness which we use when we, in turn, wish to deceive some one else.

“Clairvoyant husbands may be divided into three classes:  Those who have some interest, pecuniary, ambitious or otherwise, in their wife’s having love affairs.  These ask only to safeguard appearances as much as possible, and they are satisfied.

“Next come those who get angry.  What a beautiful novel one could write about them!

“Finally the weak ones!  Those who are afraid of scandal.

“There are also those who are powerless, or, rather, tired, who flee from the duties of matrimony through fear of ataxia or apoplexy, who are satisfied to see a friend run these risks.

“But I once met a husband of a rare species, who guarded against the common accident in a strange and witty manner.

“In Paris I had made the acquaintance of an elegant, fashionable couple.  The woman, nervous, tall, slender, courted, was supposed to have had many love adventures.  She pleased me with her wit, and I believe that I pleased her also.  I courted her, a trial courting to which she answered with evident provocations.  Soon we got to tender glances, hand pressures, all the little gallantries which precede the final attack.

“Nevertheless, I hesitated.  I consider that, as a rule, the majority of society intrigues, however short they may be, are not worth the trouble which they give us and the difficulties which may arise.  I therefore mentally compared the advantages and disadvantages which I might expect, and I thought I noticed that the husband suspected me.

“One evening, at a ball, as I was saying tender things to the young woman in a little parlor leading from the big hall where the dancing was going on, I noticed in a mirror the reflection of some one who was watching me.  It was he.  Our looks met and then I saw him turn his head and walk away.