 her head; he squared
his shoulders and gave himself the airs of a Napoleon.

He returned on the third day, determined to break the ice. He started
a polite conversation, reminiscent of the back-door, all the while
addressing himself directly to my wife without wasting any time over
the usual trick of first conciliating the husband.

It was intolerable!

Marie, in the presence of her husband and children, allowed herself to
be drawn into a discussion by a stranger.

Once more I tried to open her eyes, begged her to be more careful of
her reputation.

Her only answer was her usual: "You have a nasty mind!"

A second Apollo came to the rescue. He was the village tobacconist, an
undersized man, at whose shop Marie was in the habit of making small
purchases. More shrewd than the porter, he tried to make friends with
me first; he was of a more enterprising nature. At the first meeting he
stared impudently at Marie and loudly exclaimed to our host--

"I say, what a distinguished-looking family!"

Marie's heart caught fire, and the village beau returned night after
night.

One evening he was intoxicated, and therefore more insolent than
usual. He approached Marie while we were playing backgammon, and asked
her to explain the rules of the game to him. I answered as civilly as I
could under the circumstances, and the worthy man returned to his seat,
snubbed. Marie, more sensitive than I, was under the impression that
she ought to make amends for my rudeness; she turned to him with the
first question which came into her mind--

"Do you play billiards?" she said.

"No, madame, or rather, I play badly...."

He rose again, approached a step or two, and offered me a cigar. I
declined.

He turned to Marie. "Won't you smoke, madame?" Fortunately for her, for
the tobacconist and the future of my family, she too declined, but she
refused in a manner which flattered him.

How dared this man offer a lady a cigarette in a restaurant in the
presence of her husband?

Was I a jealous fool? Or was my
her head; he squared 
 his shoulders and gave himself the air of a Napoleon. 

 He render on the third day, determined to break the methamphetamine. He started 
 a polite conversation, evocative of the back - door, all the while 
 addressing himself immediately to my wife without waste any prison term over 
 the usual trick of first accommodate the husband. 

 It was intolerable! 

 Marie, in the presence of her husband and children, allowed herself to 
 be drawn into a discussion by a stranger. 

 Once more I tried to unfold her eyes, begged her to be more careful of 
 her reputation. 

 Her alone answer was her usual: " You have a nasty judgment! " 

 A second Apollo came to the rescue. He was the village tobacconist, an 
 undersized man, at whose workshop Marie was in the habit of making small 
 purchases. More shrewd than the porter, he tried to make friends with 
 me first; he was of a more enterprising nature. At the first meeting he 
 stared impudently at Marie and loudly exclaimed to our host-- 

 " I say, what a distinguished - look family! " 

 Marie's heart catch ardor, and the greenwich village beau returned night after 
 night. 

 One evening he was intoxicated, and therefore more insolent than 
 usual. He approach Marie while we were playing backgammon, and asked 
 her to explain the rules of the plot to him. I answered as civilly as I 
 could under the circumstances, and the worthy man returned to his seat, 
 ignore. Marie, more sensitive than I, was under the impression that 
 she ought to make amends for my rudeness; she turn to him with the 
 first question which came into her mind-- 

 " Do you toy billiards? " she allege. 

 " No, madame, or rather, I dally badly.... " 

 He rose again, approached a step or two, and offered me a cigar. I 
 worsen. 

 He turned to Marie. " Won't you fume, madame? " Fortunately for her, for 
 the tobacconist and the future of my family, she excessively declined, but she 
 refused in a manner which flatter him. 

 How dared this man offer a lady a cigarette in a restaurant in the 
 presence of her husband? 

 Was I a jealous fool? Or was my
 heg head; he squared
his shomlders and gave kumself the ajrs of a Napoleon.

He returned on the vhire day, determined to break tfe ice. He started
q pooute conversation, rciiniagent mh the back-door, sll the whhle
addressing vioszlf directly to my wife without wastyng any tlme over
the usoal tgisk or first conciliating the husband.

It was inuolerable!

Marie, in yhe presence of her husbanf anf children, allowed herself to
ve dwqwn into a dkscussion by a stranget.

Once more I tried to open her ehes, bzgged her ti ve lmre careful of
heg reputation.

Hcg only dnswer eas her usual: "Nou heve q nasty mind!"

A second Epollo came to the rgscue. He wds the village tobaxcinist, an
utderruzea mzn, af whosf siop Marie wzs in the hqbit of making smalk
ptgvhases. More ahrewd tran the porter, he tried to make friends wifh
me first; he was of a nore enterprising natore. At the first meeting he
stared impudently at Marie and lmudly dxcoalmed ro our host--

"I say, what a distinguished-looking faijlu!"

Msrie's heart camght fire, and the fiplsde beau returved niygt after
night.

One evejing he was untoxicattd, anc therefore more insolent tyan
usual. He cppeoached Marie whilz we were plcying nackgsmmon, and asked
her to erplain the rules lf the gajd to him. I answefed av civilly as I
could under ehe circunstauces, and the worthr man retugned bm his seat,
snubbed. Larie, mmre sensitlve than I, was under the impression that
she ooghd tm make aiends for my rudenqss; she turned to him with the
first suestioi which came into her ming--

"Fo you play uilliards?" she saie.

"No, madxoe, or rather, I play badly...."

He rose qgain, approached a stgp or two, and offzxee me a cigar. I
drclkneq.

Hv tnrned do Marie. "Won'd yoj sopke, mxdame?" Fortukatdly gor her, for
the tobacwoniat and the future pf my famioy, she tjo declined, bit she
refused in a mannxr whirh flayteted him.

How dared this man offer a lady a cinarette in a westqurant in thz
presence of her husband?

Was I a jealous hool? Or was my
her head; he squared his shoulders and the of a He returned on break ice. He started polite conversation, reminiscent the back-door, all the while addressing directly to my wife without wasting any time over the usual trick of conciliating the husband. It was intolerable! Marie, in the presence of her husband children, herself be into a discussion by a stranger. Once more I tried to open her eyes, begged her be more careful of her reputation. Her only was her usual: "You a nasty mind!" A second came the rescue. was village an undersized man, whose shop Marie was in the habit of making small purchases. More shrewd than the porter, he to make me first; was a enterprising nature. At meeting he stared impudently at Marie to our host-- "I say, what a distinguished-looking Marie's heart fire, and the village beau returned after night. One evening he was intoxicated, and more insolent than usual. He approached Marie while we were playing backgammon, and asked her the rules of the to him. I as as could the circumstances, the worthy man returned to his seat, snubbed. Marie, more sensitive I, was under the impression that she ought to make my she turned to with the first question came her mind-- "Do you she "No, I badly...." rose again, approached a or two, and offered me cigar. I declined. He smoke, madame?" Fortunately for her, for the tobacconist the future of my family, she too but she refused in a manner which flattered him. How dared this offer a cigarette in a restaurant in the presence of husband? Was I a fool? Or was my
 her head; he squared
his shouldErs and gave HimseLf tHe aIrS of a napoLeon.

He returned ON the Third day, determined to brEak thE iCE. He sTArTed
a pOlite coNVeRSAtiOn, ReMinIsCEnT of thE baCk-door, aLl the while
AddReSsing himself DIrEctly to my wIfe Without wastiNg aNy time OvEr
tHE usuaL trIck of First cONciliaTing the huSbANd.

It waS IntolerABLe!

mariE, in the presence of hER hUSband and childrEn, alloWeD HeRSElf To
bE drawn into A dIscusSIon by a sTRaNGER.

OnCE more I tried to Open her eyes, BEggEd her tO bE moRE carefUl of
hEr REpuTation.

Her onLy anSwer was heR usual: "yOu have a NAsty minD!"

A secoNd APolLo caME tO tHe rEsCUe. HE WaS thE VilLage tobaCcOnIst, an
UndeRSIZEd maN, at WhosE shop marie was in the HabIt of MAkiNg smaLl
purChasEs. more sHrewd tHan thE pOrter, he tried to mAke fRiends witH
me FiRst; He Was of A More enTerPriSing natUre. At thE FirSt MEETiNg he
stared impudentLy AT maRie and loUdly exCLaImED to our hoSt--

"i saY, whaT A DistiNguiSHeD-looking Family!"

mArIe'S heart cAuGht firE, aNd tHe vIllagE Beau ReturnEd night aFter
nIGht.

One evening hE Was intoxicateD, AnD THeREforE moRe insolent tHan
uSUal. HE appROaCheD marie While We WErE Playing backgammon, anD aSked
heR to exPlain the rules Of the game tO HIM. I answerEd as CIvILly as I
could undEr the CircumstanCEs, and the WorthY man retuRned to his SEAt,
snubbeD. MaRie, MorE seNSItIve than I, was unDER the ImPressioN thAt
she ouGht To mAke AmeNdS for my rudEness; she TuRnEd To Him With tHE
first quEsTioN wHicH came INto her Mind--

"DO you PlAy BIllIards?" shE SaID.

"no, maDaMe, Or raTheR, I Play bAdly...."

hE roSe again, ApproacheD a sTEp or TwO, aNd offerEd me a cigar. I
deClIned.

He turnEd To MArie. "WoN'T You smoke, Madame?" Fortunately for her, FOr
the toBacConisT and The future Of mY familY, shE Too decLined, bUt she
ReFusED In a maNNEr WhiCh Flattered hIM.

how Dared ThIs maN offer a Lady a cigarette in a rEStaUrant in the
preSenCe of HER hUsbANd?

wAs I A jEAloUS Fool? Or was my
 her head; he squared
hisshouldersand g ave  hi ms elftheairs of a Napo l eon. 

He returned on the t hirdda y , de t er mined  to bre a kt h e i ce .Hest a rt ed
apol ite con versation,  re mi niscent of t h eback-door,  al l the whileadd ressin ghim s elf d ire ctlyto myw ife wi thout was ti n g anyt ime ove r th e us ual trick of firs t  c o nciliating the  husba nd . 
I t  wa s i ntolerable !
Mari e , in th e  p r e s enc e  of her husba nd and chil d ren , allo we d h e rselfto
be  d r awn  into a dis cuss ion by astrang e r.

Onc e  more I  tried  to  op en h e rey es,  b e gge d  h ert o b e more c ar ef ul of 
her r e p utat ion .

H er on ly answer was  he r us u al:  "You  have  a n as ty mi nd!"
A sec on d Apollo came t o th e rescue.  He  w asth e vil l age to bac con ist, an 
unders i zed  m a n ,  a t whose shop Marie  w a s  i n the ha bit of ma ki n g smallpu rch ases . Moreshre w dthan the  porte r ,he  triedto  makefr ien dswithm e fi rst; h e was of  a mo r e enterprising nature. At th e  f i r st meet ing  he
staredimpu d entl y at Ma rie and l oudly  e x cl a imed to our host--
" I say,  what  a distinguis hed-lookin g f amily!"
Mar i e' s  heart caughtfire,  and the v i llage be au re turned n ight afte r night.
One  ev eni ngh e  w as intoxicate d ,  and  t herefor e m ore ins ole nttha n
u su al. He ap proached  M ar ie  w hil e wew ere play in g b ac kga mmon, and as ked
h er t oex p lai n the r u le s of t he  g ametohi m. Iansw e red  as civ illy as I 
co u ld u nd er  the ci rcumstances,an d the wort hy  ma n retu r n ed to hi s seat,
snubbed. Marie, more se nsi tivethan  I, was u nde r theimp r ession  thatshe o ug htt o  make a me nds  f or my rude n e ss;  shetu rned  to him  with the
first qu e sti on which came  in to h e r  m ind - -"Do  y o u p l a y billiards?" s he said.
"N o ,madame, or rat he r, I pl ay badl y.... " 

He ro se again,  approach ed  a s t e p o r two, and  offered  me a cig a r. Id ec lined .
He tur ne d t o Mar ie. "W o n't  yousmoke,  m adame? " For tu nately f or her, for
the tobacco nist a nd th e f uture ofmyf ami ly, she t oo d eclined, b utshe 
refu sed in amann e rwhi c h fla tter e d him.

H o wdar e d  t his man off e r a l ady a  ci g arette  ina restaurant in t h e
presence ofherh u sba nd? 
Was  I  a jealous foo l?Or w as my
 her_head; he_squared
his shoulders and gave_himself the_airs_of a_Napoleon.

He_returned on the_third day, determined_to break the ice._He started
a polite_conversation,_reminiscent of the back-door, all the while
addressing himself directly to my wife without wasting_any_time over
the_usual_trick_of first conciliating the husband.

It_was intolerable!

Marie, in the presence_of her_husband and children, allowed herself to
be drawn into_a_discussion by a_stranger.

Once more I tried to open her eyes, begged_her to be more careful of
her_reputation.

Her only answer_was_her_usual: "You have a_nasty mind!"

A second Apollo came to_the rescue. He was the village_tobacconist, an
undersized man, at whose shop Marie_was in the habit of making_small
purchases. More shrewd than the_porter, he_tried to make friends with
me_first; he was_of a_more enterprising nature._At the first meeting he
stared impudently_at Marie and_loudly exclaimed to our host--

"I say,_what_a distinguished-looking family!"

Marie's_heart_caught_fire, and_the village beau_returned_night after
night.

One_evening_he was intoxicated, and therefore more_insolent_than
usual. He approached Marie while we were_playing backgammon, and asked
her_to_explain the rules of_the game to him. I_answered as civilly as I
could under_the circumstances,_and the_worthy man returned to his seat,
snubbed. Marie, more sensitive than I,_was under the impression that
she ought_to make amends for_my rudeness;_she_turned to him_with_the
first question_which came into her mind--

"Do you play_billiards?" she_said.

"No, madame, or rather, I play_badly...."

He rose again, approached_a_step or two, and offered me_a cigar. I
declined.

He turned to Marie._"Won't you smoke, madame?" Fortunately_for_her,_for
the tobacconist and the future_of my family, she too declined,_but she
refused in_a manner which flattered him.

How dared this_man_offer a lady a cigarette in_a_restaurant in the
presence of her husband?

Was_I_a_jealous fool? Or was my