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Chapter 17-2
"In other words," cried Madame de Bellegarde, "you will not do it at all. You will be afraid of your wife." "Oh, if the thing is intrinsically improper," said Newman, "I won't go into it. If it is not, I will do it after my marriage." "You talk like a treatise on logic, and English logic into the bargain!" exclaimed Madame de Bellegarde. "Promise, then, after you are married. After all, I shall enjoy keeping you to it." "Well, then, after I am married," said Newman serenely. The little marquise hesitated a moment, looking at him, and he wondered what was coming. "I suppose you know what my life is," she presently said. "I have no pleasure, I see nothing, I do nothing. I live in Paris as I might live at Poitiers. My mother-in-law calls me—what is the pretty word?—a gad-about? accuses me
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