McClure’s Magazine/Volume 40/Number 6/Aribaud’s Two Wives

ARIBAUD'S TWO WIVES
BY
LEONARD MERRICK
AUTHOR OF "THE ELEGANT DE FRONSAC," ETC.
ILLUSTRATIONS BY WILLIAM BERGER
IN the Bois, the day before yesterday, I met Madame Aribaud. By Madame "Aribaud" I mean the wife of a very popular dramatist, and I call them "Aribaud" because it wouldn't do to mention their true name. I like meeting Madame Aribaud when I take a walk in Paris. It refreshes me—not only because she isn't preceded by a gust of scent, and doesn't daub her mouth clown red, like other Parisiennes, but because she is so cheerful. She diffuses cheerfulness. She sat beaming at her little son while he scattered crumbs for the birds, and she informed me that he was in the latest fashion, having a nurse from England to give him the real English pronunciation, though as yet he was scarcely a linguist. And the nurse said: "I tell madam we must be pietient with 'im; we can't expect 'im to talk like I do hall at once!"
Also the lady informed me that they had finished arranging their new house, and that on the morrow I must go there to déjeuner. Although they are French, the Aribauds are as hospitable a couple as you will find anywhere in the world.
So I went; and they showed me the "E

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