Short stories of the tragedy and comedy of life with a critical preface . enna on receipt of a telegraphicmessage, a few hours after his arrival, and demandedthe money. **My wife was your sons most intimate friend,he stammered, in embarrassment, in order to justifyhis action as well as he could. 2^6 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT Oh! I know that, the old Count rephed, andfemale friends of that kind want to be paid imme-diately, and in full. Here are the thirty thousandflorins. And our Goldkind? She paid her debts, andthen withdrew from the scene for a while. She hadbeen compromised, certainly ^^ b
Short stories of the tragedy and comedy of life with a critical preface . enna on receipt of a telegraphicmessage, a few hours after his arrival, and demandedthe money. **My wife was your sons most intimate friend,he stammered, in embarrassment, in order to justifyhis action as well as he could. 2^6 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT Oh! I know that, the old Count rephed, andfemale friends of that kind want to be paid imme-diately, and in full. Here are the thirty thousandflorins. And our Goldkind? She paid her debts, andthen withdrew from the scene for a while. She hadbeen compromised, certainly ^^ but then, she hadrisen in value in the eyes of those numerous menwho can only adore and sacrifice themselves for awoman when her foot is on the threshold of vice andcrime. I saw her last during the Franco-German war,in the beautiful Mirabell-garden at Salzburg. She didnot seem to feel any qualms of conscience, for shehad become considerably stouter, which made hermore attractive, more beautiful, and consequently, moredangerous, than before. WORDS OF LOVE Sunday, ,#«^^-. ou do not write to me, I never see you, you never come, so I must suppose that you have ceased to love me. But why? What have I done ? Pray tell me, my own dear love. I love you so much, so dearly! 1 should like always to have you near me, to kiss you all day while I call you every tender name that 1 could think of. I adore you, 1 adore you, 1 adore you, my beautiful cock. Your affectionate hen. Sophie. Monday, My Dear Friend: You will understand absolutely nothing of whatI am going to say to you, but that does not matter,and if my letter happens to be read by anotherwoman, it may be profitable to her. Had you been deaf and dumb, I should no doubthave loved you for a very long time, and the cause ofwhat has happened is that you can talk; that is all. In love, you see, dreams are always made tosing, but in order that they may do so, they must (237) 238 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT not be interrupted, and when one t
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