Monsieur, Madame, and Bebe -- V

hen the lamp burns more feebly and your eyes close in spite o

our trailing skirt, rustling across the carpet, to your dressing-room, that perfumed sanctuary in which your beauty, knowing itself

up your hair, and its long, fair tresses unroll and fall in waves, veiling your bare shoulders. With a coquettish hand, the little finger of which is turned up, you caress, as you gather them to

ng that your outstretched arm scarcely reaches their extremity. Hence it is not without di

of enamelled porcelain. You throw in a few drops of that fluid which perfumes and softens the skin, and like

t well known that you love cold water; and do you think it is not guessed

r bare feet into satin slippers and reenter your bedroom, shivering slightly. To see you walking thus with hurried steps, wrapped tightly in your dressing

er slippers, and lightly and without eff

with his nose on the Moniteur, suddenly wa

lready, dear," he murmurs, fallin

her feet and moves them about; she seems to be in quest of something.

But what is the matter, my dear? You fidget and f

eling for my hot-water bo

tle?" is Monsieur's

miable this evening; you began by dozing over the 'Revue des Deux Mondes', and I find you snoring over t

Come, good-night, my dear." He turns over. "Hello, your hot- water bottle

ou think that I can div

ement of ill- temper, pulls the clothes up to his chin,

exed, says: "Good-

ows relax, his forehead becomes calm, he is on the point

htly on her hus

growls

taps

what

e of voice, "My dear, wou

"The hot-water bottle, the candle,

ouble yourself. You really have a very bad temper, my dear; you are angry, and

illow, "No, not at all; I am sleepy, d

domestic life good feeling has for

He raises himself up a little.

oward that of her husband, who kisses her on the forehea

. . You see I am so sleepy. Ah! you have it in li

besides, it is the fashion, and tomorrow is my reception day. Come, you irrita

r neck towar

the first place, I nev

neck, and rests his

you doing there?

gesting

ise at her husband with an eye half disarmed. Mon

s ear, "I am not at all sleepy now, dear. Are your

light and let us go to sl

by resting her

; there is nothing worse. There, there is the hot-water bott

ortable. Good-night, de

ight, m

on one side and then on the other, and end

is the matter? Good heav

uld you be kind enough

the middle of my sleep? I shall not be

es quite close to his wife; "Com

. . full of softness . . of her husband. "D

murmurs with a smile, "Come, explain you

long silence, and h

closed, in a fain

candle? it is

ery nice you would give me a share of your hot-wa

d-ni

hands and f