ntered our box. I received them with
perfect ease; he has a foreign air.

"What, Mademoiselle, are you really going away?"

"Oh, yes, Monsieur."

"No, no," he said, as if he had been pricked by a pin, "Mademoiselle
shall not go."

I did not deign to answer. I was courteous, agreeable, but cold. He
turned and asked me if I always gave trouble.

"Yes, always."

* * * * *

We are going to the S----'s. I do not see M----. She is shut up at
home. This is what has happened--during the two months since the
C---- family arrived from Mexico, he has no longer written to her.

I know that people who say what I have just said are not popular. We
prefer those who, like Dina, veil what they know by a false
sentiment of sham delicacy and misplaced pity.

Listen carefully to these commonplace, but true words. C---- deserts
you. Write him a letter full of pride and withdraw with honour.

I am very sorry for M----. C----will leave Europe in three days.

Poor M----. This is what it means to love with the heart. I
understood at once when she told me that C---- had not written to
her for so long. On account of anonymous letters he received;
because he thought that he no longer loved her. I instantly
comprehended his object. I am frantic for her, when I think what a
satisfied face the booby will take with him to Mexico! And that poor
girl has been crying ever since this morning. I am pleased. I
foresaw everything, we must hold ourselves proudly, especially when
the man wants to draw back. He invents excuses, and the poor woman
believes she is deserving of reproach, and this, that, and the other
thing, while in reality she has no cause for blaming herself. I
always try to protect myself against every affront.

"Yes," said Mamma, "I was told that you received him yesterday from
the summit of your grandeur."

"Not only yesterday," my aunt interrupted, "but for a long time
past."

"That is true," I replied; "otherwise I should never console myself,
for he has wounded me by confounding me with other young ladies."

"How glad I am that we have no C---- in our house," remarked Mamma.
"My daughter is pure and free from any love."

"Oh! oh!" said my aunt.

* * * * *

Oh, women, women, you will always be the same.

Learn to behave yourselves, wretched sex! See how man marches
straight on, without fear, without reproach, and without being
afraid of wounding you; he