After four days, Madame Lebrument adored her husband.  She could not get along without him.  She would sit on his knees, and taking him by the ears she would say:  “Open your mouth and shut your eyes.”  He would open his mouth wide and partly close his eyes, and he would try to nip her fingers as she slipped some dainty between his teeth.  Then she would give him a kiss, sweet and long, which would make chills run up and down his spine.  And then, in his turn, he would not have enough caresses to please his wife from morning to night and from night to morning.

When the first week was over, he said to his young companion: 

“If you wish, we will leave for Paris next Tuesday.  We will be like two lovers, we will go to the restaurants, the theatres, the concert halls, everywhere, everywhere!”

She was ready to dance for joy.

“Oh! yes, yes.  Let us go as soon as possible.”

He continued: 

“And then, as we must forget nothing, ask your father to have your dowry ready; I shall pay Maitre Papillon on this trip.”

She answered: 

“All right:  I will tell him to-morrow morning.”

And he took her in his arms once more, to renew those sweet games of love which she had so enjoyed for the past week.

The following Tuesday, father-in-law and mother-in-law went to the station with their daughter and their son-in-law who were leaving for the capital.

The father-in-law said: 

“I tell you it is very imprudent to carry so much money about in a pocketbook.”  And the young lawyer smiled.

“Don’t worry; I am accustomed to such things.  You understand that, in my profession, I sometimes have as much as a million about me.  In this manner, at least we avoid a great amount of red tape and delay.  You needn’t worry.”

The conductor was crying: 

“All aboard for Paris!”

They scrambled into a car, where two old ladies were already seated.

Lebrument whispered into his wife’s ear: 

“What a bother!  I won’t be able to smoke.”

She answered in a low voice

“It annoys me too, but not an account of your cigar.”

The whistle blew and the train started.  The trip lasted about an hour, during which time they did not say very much to each other, as the two old ladies did not go to sleep.

As soon as they were in front of the Saint-Lazare Station, Maitre Lebrument said to his wife: 

“Dearie, let us first go over to the Boulevard and get something to eat; then we can quietly return and get our trunk and bring it to the hotel.”

She immediately assented.

“Oh! yes.  Let’s eat at the restaurant.  Is it far?”

He answered: 

“Yes, it’s quite a distance, but we will take the omnibus.”

She was surprised: 

“Why don’t we take a cab?”

He began to scold her smilingly: