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which she laid upon the chair, as if I had a mind to sit, she sat down herself in her low chair and I instantly sat myself down besides her. He will be ready, Monsieur, said she, in a momentAnd in that moment, replied I, most willingly would I say something very civil to you for all these courtesies: any one may do a casual act of good nature, but a continuation of them shews it is a part of the temperature; and certainly, added I, if it is the same blood which comes from the heart, which descends to the extremes (touching her wrist) I am sure you must have one of the best pulses of any Woman in the worldFeel it, said she, holding out her arm. So laying down my hat, I took hold of her fingers in one hand, and applied the two fore-fingers of my other to the artery Would to heaven! my dear Eugenius,2 thou hadst passd by and beheld me sitting in my black coat, and in my lack-a-day-sical manner, counting the throbs of it, one by one, with as much true devotion as if I had been watching the critical ebb or flow of her feverHow wouldst thou have laught and moralizd upon my new profession?and thou shouldst have laughd and moralized onTrust me, my dear Eugenius, I should have said, there are worse occupations in this world, than feeling a womans pulse.But a Grissets! thou wouldst have saidand in an open shop! Yorick So much the better: for when my views are direct, Eugenius, I care not if all the world saw me feel it. The Husband Paris I had counted twenty pulsations, and was going on fast towards the fortieth, when her husband coming unexpected from a back parlour into the Shop, put me a little out in my reckoning.Twas no body but her husband, she saidso I began a fresh scoreMonsieur is so good, quoth she, as he passd by us, as to give himself the trouble of feeling my pulseThe husband took off his hat, and making me a bow, said, I did him too much honourand having said that, he put on his hat and walkd out. Good God! said I to myself, as he went outand can this man be the husband of this woman? Let it not torment the few who know what must have been the grounds of this exclamation, if I explain it to those who do not. In London a shopkeeper and a shopkeepers wife seem to be one bone and one flesh: in the several endowments of mind and body, sometimes the one, sometimes the other has it, so as in general to be upon a par, and to tally with each other as nearly as man and wife need to do. In Paris, there are scarce two orders of beings more different: for the legislative and executive powers of the shop not resting in the husband, he seldom comes therein some dark and dismal room behind, he sits commerceless in his thrum night-cap, the same rough son of Nature, that Nature left him. The genius of a people where nothing but the monarchy is salique, having ceded this department, with sundry others, totally to the Womenby a continual higgling with customers of all ranks and sizes from morning to night, like so many rough pebbles shook long together in a bag, by amicable collisions, they have worn down their asperities and sharp angles, and not only become round and smooth, but will receive, some ofem, a polish like a brilliantMonsieur le Mari is little better than the stone under your feet Surelysurely man! it is not good for thee to sit alonethou wast made for social intercourse and gentle greetings, and this improvement of our natures from it, I appeal to as my evidence. |
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