CHAPTER XI
WHAT THE SERPENT SAID
HE came in smiling, of course. When was the Abbé to be
caught without his self-possessed smile, his easy manner,
and his carefully-arranged dress? On the present occasion
he carried with him some rare flowers as well. The
Marquise sprang at them almost before he had time to offer
his elaborate homage, while he bent over her extended
hand. He snatched the nosegay away, however, with
great quickness, and held it behind his back.
"Pardon, madame," said he, "this is forbidden fruit. As such I bring it into the garden of Paradise; where my cousin dwells there is Eden, and the resemblance is the more striking that neither here are found mirrors to offend me with the reflection of my own ugly face. Consequently, my attention is concentrated on yourself. I look at you, Marquise, as Adam looked at Eve. Bah! that father of horticulture was but a husband. I should rather say, as the subtle creature who relieved their domestic tête-à-tête looked at the lady presiding over that charming scene. I look at you, I say, with delight and admiration, for I find you beautiful!"
"And is it to tell me this important news that you are abroad so early?" asked the Marquise, laughing gaily, while she pointed to the easy-chair she had just left. "Sit down, Monsieur l'Abbé, and try to talk sense for five minutes. You can be rational; none more so, when you choose. I want your opinion—nay, I even think I want your advice. Mind, I don't promise to take it, that of course! Don't
