Sealed Lips — page 194: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

186 SEALED LIPS. weighs upon her, she shall have at least my esteem and confidence.” The poor husband, struggling so soon with his misery, got out of it in the ordinary way. “This letter must go, decidedly,” thought he. “Ag for the others, we will see. Perhaps this zeal for writing will pass away.” At the bottom of the last page he added a few lines, as affectionate as he could, but which be- trayed the constraint which conjugal life had put between the two friends. While he was writing he could hear his wife coming and going in the next room, giving orders sometimes in French and some- times in the Bearn patois, according as she ad- dressed her old servants or the new ones she had brought with her from Paris. “She did not open a box or drive a nail until she wrote him.” That was the thought that troubled Godefroid as he directed the letter to O’Farrell. “Oh! how I would like to change places with him!” sighed he. Not once during the days which followed did the young woman speak of Patrice or of the letter that she had written and the expected response. How- ever, when this reply reached Godefroid it goes without saying that Jenny spied it among the mail, although she had never seen Patrice’s handwriting. Her husband read the letter first, then passed it to her without saying a word. It was a sort of a jour- GOmicbdoo KS (E(@)