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"
You
do
not
know
how
annoyed
I
am
,
my
beloved
;
I
anticipated
a
delightful
honeymoon
and
now
my
husband
has
come
home
for
six
weeks
.
But
I
could
not
let
so
long
a
time
go
by
without
seeing
you
,
especially
after
our
little
disagreement
,
and
this
is
how
I
have
arranged
matters
:
Come
to
dinner
Monday
.
I
will
introduce
you
to
M.
de
Marelle
,
I
have
already
spoken
of
you
to
him
.
"
Duroy
hesitated
in
perplexity
;
he
feared
he
might
betray
something
by
a
word
,
a
glance
.
He
stammered
:
"
No
,
I
would
rather
not
meet
your
husband
.
"
"
Why
not
?
How
absurd
!
Such
things
happen
every
day
.
I
did
not
think
you
so
foolish
.
"
"
Very
well
,
I
will
come
to
dinner
Monday
.
"
"
To
make
it
more
pleasant
,
I
will
have
the
Forestiers
,
though
I
do
not
like
to
receive
company
at
home
.
"
On
Monday
as
he
ascended
Mme.
de
Marelle
's
staircase
,
he
felt
strangely
troubled
;
not
that
he
disliked
to
take
her
husband
's
hand
,
drink
his
wine
,
and
eat
his
bread
,
but
he
dreaded
something
,
he
knew
not
what
.
He
was
ushered
into
the
salon
and
he
waited
as
usual
.
Then
the
door
opened
,
and
a
tall
man
with
a
white
beard
,
grave
and
precise
,
advanced
toward
him
and
said
courteously
:
"
My
wife
has
often
spoken
of
you
,
sir
;
I
am
charmed
to
make
your
acquaintance
.
"
Duroy
tried
to
appear
cordial
and
shook
his
host
's
proffered
hand
with
exaggerated
energy
.
M.
de
Marelle
put
a
log
upon
the
fire
and
asked
:
