Comedy of Marriage and Other Tales

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GUY DE MAUPASSANT

A COMEDY OF MARRIAGE
MUSOTTE
THE LANCER'S WIFE
AND OTHER TALES

TABLE OF CONTENTS

LA PAIX DU MÉNAGE
MUSOTTE
ADDENDA
THE LANCER'S WIFE
HAUTOT SENIOR AND HAUTOT JUNIOR
NO QUARTER
THE ORPHAN
A LIVELY FRIEND
THE BLIND MAN
THE IMPOLITE SEX
THE CAKE

THE CORSICAN BANDIT
THE DUEL

LA PAIX DU MÉNAGE
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
MONSIEUR DE SALLUS
JACQUES DE RANDOL
MADAME DE SALLUS
Time: Paris, 1890

ACT I.
SCENE I.
Mme. de Sallus _in her drawing-room, seated in a corner by the
fireplace. Enter_ Jacques de RANDOL _noiselessly; glances to see that
no one is looking, and kisses_ Mme. de Sallus _quickly upon her hair.
She starts; utters a faint cry, and turns upon him._
MME. DE SALLUS
Oh! How imprudent you are!
JACQUES DE RANDOL
Don't be afraid; no one saw me.
MME. DE SALLUS
But the servants!
JACQUES DE RANDOL
Oh, they are in the outer hall.
MME. DE SALLUS
How is that? No one announced you
JACQUES DE RANDOL
No, they simply opened the door for me.
MME. DE SALLUS
But what will they think?
JACQUES DE RANDOL
Well, they will doubtless think that I don't count.
MME. DE SALLUS
But I will not permit it. I must have you announced in future. It does
not look well.
JACQUES DE RANDOL [_laughs_]

Perhaps they will even go so far as to announce your husband--
MME. DE SALLUS
Jacques, this jesting is out of place.
JACQUES DE RANDOL
Forgive me. [Sits.] Are you waiting for anybody?
MME. DE SALLUS
Yes--probably. You know that I always receive when I am at home.
JACQUES DE RANDOL
I know that I always have the pleasure of seeing you for about five
minutes--just enough time to ask you how you feel, and then some one
else comes in--some one in love with you, of course,--who impatiently
awaits my departure.
MME. DE SALLUS [_smiles_]
Well, what can I do? I am not your wife, so how can it be otherwise?
JACQUES DE RANDOL
Ah! If you only were my wife!
MME. DE SALLUS
If I were your wife?
JACQUES DE RANDOL
I would snatch you away for five or six months, far from this horrible
town, and keep you all to myself.
MME. DE SALLUS
You would soon have enough of me.
JACQUES DE RANDOL
No, no!
MME. DE SALLUS
Yes, yes!
JACQUES DE RANDOL
Do you know that it is absolute torture to love a woman like you?
MME. DE SALLUS [_bridles_]
And why?
JACQUES DE RANDOL
Because I covet you as the starving covet the food they see behind the
glassy barriers of a restaurant.
MME. DE SALLUS
Oh, Jacques!
JACQUES DE RANDOL

I tell you it is true! A woman of the world belongs to the world; that is
to say, to everyone except the man to whom she gives herself. He can
see her with open doors for a quarter of an hour every three days--not
oftener, because of servants. In exceptional cases, with a thousand
precautions, with a thousand fears, with a thousand subterfuges, she
visits him once or twice a month, perhaps, in a furnished room. Then
she has just a quarter of an hour to give him, because she has just left
Madame X in order to visit Madame Z, where she has told her
coachman to take