Petty Troubles of Married Life, part 1, page 29 by Honoré de Balzac
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saying /vous/, but she feels cross when it becomes mutual.
"The long and the short of it is that you want to get my child away, you find that he is between us, you are jealous of your son, you want to tyrannize over me at your ease, and you sacrifice your boy! Oh, I am smart enough to see through you!"
"You make me out like Abraham with his knife! One would think there were no such things as schools! So the schools are empty; nobody sends their children to school!"
"You are trying to make me appear ridiculous," she retorts. "I know that there are schools well enough, but people don't send boys of six there, and Charles shall not start now."
"Don't get angry, my dear."
"As if I ever get angry! I am a woman and know how to suffer in silence."
"Come, let us reason together."
"You have talked nonsense enough."
"It is time that Charles should learn to read and write; later in life, he will find difficulties sufficient to disgust him."
Here, you talk for ten minutes without interruption, and you close with an appealing "Well?" armed with an intonation which suggests an interrogation point of the most crooked kind.
"Well!" she replies, "it is not yet time for Charles to go to school."
You have gained nothing at all.
"But, my dear, Monsieur Deschars certainly sent his little Julius to school at six years. Go and examine the schools and you will find lots of little boys of six there."
You talk for ten minutes more without the slightest interruption, and then you ejaculate another "Well?"
"Little Julius Deschars came home with chilblains," she says.
"But Charles has chilblains here."
"Never," she replies, proudly.
In a quarter of an hour, the main question is blocked by a side discussion on this point: "Has Charles had chilblains or not?"
You bandy contradictory allegations; you no longer believe each other; you must appeal to a third party.
Axiom.--Every household has its Court of Appeals wh