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of the Resurrection. What would you have done in my place?”
“A pretty question—what is her name?”
“I do not know yet, I shall only ask her at the moment we sign our lease. I know very well that in the opinion of some people I have overstepped the legal delays, but you see I plead in my own court, and I have granted a dispensation. What I do know is that she brings me as a dowry cheerfulness, which is the health of the soul, and health, which is the cheerfulness of the body.”
“Is she pretty?”
“Very pretty, especially as regards her complexion; one would say that she made up every morning with Watteau’s palette, ‘She is fair, and her conquering glances kindle love in every heart’ As witness mine.”
“A blonde? You astonish me.”
“Yes, I have had enough of ivory and ebony; I am going in for a blonde,” and Rodolphe began to skip about as he sang:
She is fair;
Yellow as the ripening wheat
Is her hair.”
“Poor Mimi,” said his friend, “so soon forgotten.”
This name cast into Rodolphe’s mirthsomeness, suddenly gave another turn to the conversation. Rodolphe took his friend by the arm, and related to him at length the causes of his rupture with Mademoiselle Mimi, the terrors that had awaited him when she had left; how he was in despair because he thought that she had carried off with her all that remained to him of youth and passion, and how two days later he had recognized his mistake on feeling the gunpowder in his heart, though swamped with so many sobs and tears, dry, kindle, and explode at the first look of