Anyone who had had experience of drunken people would have seen at a glance what the matter was, but my hero knew nothing about them 鈥?nothing, that is to say, about the drunkenness of the habitual drunkard, which shows itself very differently from that of one who gets drunk only once in a way. The idea that his wife could drink had never even crossed his mind, indeed she always made a fuss about taking more than a very little beer, and never touched spirits. He did not know much more about hysterics than he did about drunkenness, but he had always heard that women who were about to become mothers were liable to be easily upset and were often rather flighty, so he was not greatly surprised, and thought he had settled the matter by registering the discovery that being about to become a father has its troublesome as well as its pleasant side. CHAPTER II. whenever he chooses; you would think the place were a restaurant-- 久久re热这里只是精品 久久这里只有精品视频6 Corinne knew enough of France to realise that all this was amazing. The average Frenchman, whom Bigourdin represented, is passionate but not romantic. If he sets his heart on a woman, be she the angel-eyed spouse of another respectable citizen or the tawdry and naughty little figurante in a provincial company, he does his honest (or dishonest) best to get her. C鈥檈st l鈥檃mour, and there鈥檚 an end to it. But he envisages marriage from a totally different angle. Far be it from me to say that he does not entertain very sincere and tender sentiments towards the young lady he proposes to marry. But he only proposes to marry a young lady who can put a certain capital into the business partnership which is an essential feature of marriage. If he is attracted towards a damsel of pleasing ways but devoid of capital, he either behaves like the appalling Monsieur Camille Fargot, or puts his common sense, like a non-conducting material, between them, and in all simplicity, doesn鈥檛 fall in love with her. But here was a manifestation of freakishness. Here was Bigourdin, man of substance, who could have gone to any one of twenty families of substance in P茅rigord and chosen from it an impeccable and well-dowered bride鈥攈ere he was snapping his fingers at French bourgeois tradition鈥攖han which there is nothing more sacrosanct鈥攑utting his common sense into his cap and throwing it over the windmills, and acting in a manner which King Cophetua himself, had he been a Frenchman, would have condemned as either unconventional or insane. J. A. gymnasium to all of the winners. We had fried soft-shell crabs, 鈥淚 have heard it said and I believe it to be true,鈥?said Bigourdin, 鈥渢hat every English artist has two countries, his own and France. And it is the artist who expresses the national feeling and not the university professors and philosophers; and all true men have in them something of the artistic, something which responds to the artistic appeal鈥擨 don鈥檛 know if I make myself clear, Monsieur Martin鈥攂ut you must confess that all the outside inspiration you get in England in your art and your literature is Latin. I say 鈥榦utside,鈥?for naturally you draw from your own noble wells; but for nearly a generation the fin esprit anglais, in all its delicacy and all its subtlety and all its humanity is in every way sympathetic with the fin esprit fran?ais. Is not that true?鈥?