Scenes of Parisian life / Charles Paul de Kock ; with a general introduction by Jules Claretie ; translated into English by Edith Mary Norris. . l, to me it looked like a monkey disguisedas a woman. It is some foreign lady who is taking the airfor her health. Good heavens ! she looks as if she neededsome health. ?% And the tall dame, who sometimes hears theseremarks that are made about her, casts furiousglances at the crowd and squeezes her husbandsarm, saying to him,— Do walk along, M. Mollet, you dawdle amongthese low people — they might steal the shawl offmy shoulders and you certainly woul
Scenes of Parisian life / Charles Paul de Kock ; with a general introduction by Jules Claretie ; translated into English by Edith Mary Norris. . l, to me it looked like a monkey disguisedas a woman. It is some foreign lady who is taking the airfor her health. Good heavens ! she looks as if she neededsome health. ?% And the tall dame, who sometimes hears theseremarks that are made about her, casts furiousglances at the crowd and squeezes her husbandsarm, saying to him,— Do walk along, M. Mollet, you dawdle amongthese low people — they might steal the shawl offmy shoulders and you certainly would not runafter the thief. M. Mollet is a short, full-bodied, red-faced,knock-kneed man who constantly wears an entiresuit of flannel and above that two shirts, thindrawers, thick woollen trousers, two waistcoats, acoat, a frock coat and an overcoat. You can under-stand that this enormous mass moves only withdifficulty. When M. Mollet wants to get his hand-kerchief out of his pocket, he begins by sighing, MONSIEUR AND MADAME MOLLET Original Etching by William Glackens. tyi//7?;i/jao/.Ayj7iKsy/,/j,/riu„/jr,J,„. CHARLES PAUL DE KOCK 267 then he stops, lets go of his wifes arm, gives herhis cane to hold, and tries to make use of his hands ;but he is never quite certain in which of his pock-ets he has put his handkerchief, and the examina-tion is often so long that Madame Mollet ends bylending her handkerchief to her husband, who takesit with a grateful look and murmurs,— Thank you, dearest! M. Mollet resumes his cane and his wifes arm ;and the old couple set off walking again, the ladypersuaded that everybody should make a guard ofhonor for her because she wears a real India cash-mere shawl; her husband, as stupid as his betterhalf, thinking that every one is admiring his beau-tiful diamond pin and his handsome, gold-knobbedwalking-stick. I have no need to tell you that these people areneither counts nor marquises. True nobility maybe haughty, proud, vain, but it is never
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