The Avenged Women or The Feigned Infidelities

But guess.

Speak.

Eh! But still?

Tell us quickly.

Well, here, this evening.

Here!

Sup here! No, no: your husband has left:
He must go sleep in the next city.

What does it matter?

What, you alone! And without your husband?

Without doubt, listen well: for a week,
With a mysterious air, Mr. Lek assured me
That the dear President loved me to the point of madness;
And the dear President on the other hand swore to me,
That your Mr. Lek found me very pretty.
Madame, you, who of vanity,
Do not suffer the excess with impunity,
Suffer this one from me; I was, I was charmed,
To see myself, all of a sudden, so tenderly loved,
By two gallant men, whose wives do not have
To blush for lacking youth and charms.
Yesterday they came; Mesdames, I will spare you
The speeches, the remarks of rather poor grace:
The President, grave, although in love,
In clear and net terms declared his fires to me.
While he was churning out the most insipid phrases,
Mr. Lek, all on fire, cast longing glances at me;
He took my arm, he squeezed my hand;
Your husband, Madame, is a bit of a libertine,