_Lady B._--"It was Lord B. who made me read it." _La Comtesse._--"Lord B. is a sensible man. That delightful book ought to be in every household ... like the Bible: it is a regular treatise on happiness in married life. How many times have the Count and myself passed delightful hours together reading a chapter or two of those charming descriptions!--My husband is a very good reader.--And how many chapters have we put in practice! How many of those lovely little scenes have we played!" _Lady B._--"How fond of you your husband must be!" _La Comtesse._--"It is twelve years ago that we were married: twelve years of cloudless happiness.... The Count grows handsomer every year. He is rather stern-looking, you know, but I like that in a man. When he frowns, he is superb ... and then, it is so easy to chase his frowns away: he is so good, so generous, ... so attentive. Would you believe it? he makes me a regular declaration every time he sees me in a new dress." _Lady B._ (_laughing_).--"Really! He must have a pretty milliner's bill to pay at the end of the year! Ha! ha! ha! There now, positively, I have broken my needle. Lend me another, dear, will you?" _La Comtesse_ (_giving her a needle_).--"There is one." _Lady B._--"Thank you! Oh! what a lovely _marquise_ you have on. Those diamonds are magnificent; I never saw you wear it before." _La Comtesse._--"No, it is one of the Count's last follies. I must tell you that yesterday I had a little shopping to do at the Louvre. The Count proposed to accompany me. I accepted with joy, and we set off. But just as we arrived at the door of the shops his heart failed him, he hesitated. 'After all, my dear,' he said to me, 'I will not go in, I will come and fetch you. Do you think you will be long getting what you want?' 'I don't know, two hours perhaps; what are you going to do all that while?' 'Don't trouble about me, I shall be here at five o'clock exactly ... do not keep me waiting.' A _rendez-vous_ with my husband is something sacred; I have never yet kept him waiting. Men always hate to be kept waiting, military men especially, it makes them horribly ill-tempered. So at five o'clock I came out and found my gallant husband at the door. 'Where have you been?' I asked him. 'Oh, I have been strolling about dear.' He looked a little bit mysterious; I immediately guessed that he had been up to mischief. Between you and me, men are not very clever you know in hiding their secrets. The Count betrays his like a child. His eyes publish them immediately: you can read there as in an open book. He did not attempt to defend himself long. Monsieur had been strolling in the galleries of the Palais Royal and had bought me the ring that you see: the diamonds are worth at least a hundred pounds. Now I ask you, my dear Lady B., if after that one dare trust one's husband out of sight an instant?... It did not prevent his having a good kiss when he reached home though, I can assure you.