French fiction -- Translations into English; Paris (France) -- Fiction
And the husband would go out, saunter along the boulevard by the shops,
wait for the omnibus, and pass half the day in procuring two cakes,
worth three sous, which he would bring home in triumph, wiping his
forehead.
M. Chebe adored the summer, the Sundays, the great footraces in the dust
at Clamart or Romainville, the excitement of holidays and the crowd. He
was one of those who went about for a whole week before the fifteenth
of August, gazing at the black lamps and their frames, and the
scaffoldings. Nor did his wife complain. At all events, she no longer
had that chronic grumbler prowling around her chair for whole days,
with schemes for gigantic enterprises, combinations that missed fire in
advance, lamentations concerning the past, and a fixed determination not
to work at anything to earn money.
She no longer earned anything herself, poor woman; but she knew so well
how to save, her wonderful economy made up so completely for everything
else, that absolute want, although a near neighbor of such impecuniosity
as theirs, never succeeded in making its way into those three rooms,
which were always neat and clean, or in destroying the carefully mended
garments or the old furniture so well concealed beneath its coverings.
Opposite the Chebes’ door, whose copper knob gleamed in bourgeois
fashion upon the landing, were two other and smaller ones.
On the first, a visiting-card, held in place by four nails, according to
the custom in vogue among industrial artists, bore the name of
RISLER
DESIGNER OF PATTERNS.
On the other was a small square of leather, with these words in gilt
letters:
MESDAMES DELOBELLE
BIRDS AND INSECTS FOR ORNAMENT.
The Delobelles’ door was often open, disclosing a large room with a
brick floor, where two women, mother and daughter, the latter almost
a child, each as weary and as pale as the other, worked at one of the
thousand fanciful little trades which go to make up what is called the
‘Articles de Paris’.
It was then the fashion to ornament hats and ballgowns with the lovely
little insects from South America that have the brilliant coloring of
jewels and reflect the light like diamonds. The Delobelles had adopted
that specialty.
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