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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Wednesday, March it/i.?This morning I heard the sound of wheels in the Rue de France; I looked out and saw the Duke of H?, driving a four-in-hand in the direction of the Promenade. Oh, goodness, if he is here he will take part in the pigeon-shooting, in April; I shall certainly go To-day I saw the Duke of H? again. No other has his grand air; he carries himself just like a king, when he is driving. When out walking, I have often seen G?, dressed in black. She, or rather her make-up, is handsome, and her style is perfect?nothing wanting. Everything is so distinguished, rich, and magnificent, that one would really take her for a great lady. Naturally, all these things enhance her beauty; her house, with its salons, its little alcoves, with the soft light coming in through curtains or through green foliage; she, herself, decked, robed, got up as carefully as possible, and seated in a magnificent drawing-room, where everything is accommodated and arranged to set her off to the best advantage. It is perfectly natural that he should be pleased with her and love her. If I had her surroundings, I should be still more charming. I should be happy with my husband, for I would never grow careless of my appearance. I would adorn myself to please him, as carefully as I arrayed myself when I wished to win his approval for the first time; indeed, I can not understand how it is possible for a man and a woman to love each other constantly, and incessantly strive to please each other, and then neglect each other after marriage. Why should we imagine that, with the pronunciation of the word marriage, everything is over with, and there remains only a cold and reserved friendship? Why profane marriage by picturing the wife in curl-papers, dressed in a wrapper, with cold cream on her nose, sch...… (more)