A Woman Angel
Barberine: Listen! God is my witness that I’ll be content with the old chateau and the little land we possess, for all my life, if you would be pleased to stay there with me. I waken, go to the kitchen, to the poultry-yard, get your meals ready, go to church with you, read a page of a book, do some darning, and then fall asleep contented in your arms.
Ulric: What an angel you are!
Barberine: Yes, I’m an angel but I’m a woman angel! That is to say, if I had a pair of horses, we’d drive behind ‘them to mass. And I shouldn’t be sorry if my cap had gold braid and if my skirts were a trifle longer — to vex my neighbours!
From, Barberine, by Alfred De Musset
Categories: Humor