ords to see which of us should have her.
Come now!
I am in love with you, mademoiselle.
It''s perfectly simple.
It is your right. You are in the right.
Ah! what a sweet, charming little wedding this will make!
Our parish is Saint-Denis du Saint Sacrament, but I will get a dispensation so that you can be married at Saint-Paul. The church is better.
It was built by the Jesuits. It is more coquettish.
It is opposite the fountain of Cardinal de Birague.
The masterpiece of Jesuit architecture is at Namur. It is called Saint-Loup. You must go there after you are married. It is worth the journey.
Mademoiselle, I am quite of your mind, I think girls ought to marry; that is what they are made for. There is a certain Sainte-Catherine whom I should always like to see uncoiffed.[62] It''s a fine thing to remain a spinster, but it is chilly.
The Bible says:
Multiply.
In order to save the people, Jeanne d''Arc is needed; but in order to make people, what is needed is Mother Goose.
So, marry, my beauties.
I really do not see the use in remaining a spinster!
I know that they have their chapel apart in the church, and that they fall back on the Society of the Virgin; but, sapristi, a handsome husband, a fine fellow, and at the expiration of a year, a big, blond brat who nurses lustily, and who has fine rolls of fat on his thighs, and who musses up your breast in handfuls with his little rosy paws, laughing the while like the dawn,--that''s better than holding a candle at vespers, and chanting Turris eburnea!"