French and Oriental Love in a Harem

I will therefore draw her portrait afresh. Picture to yourself a woman

of about thirty-five, although her real age is forty-two. Her figure

exhibits a decided embonpoint, but this detracts not in the least from

its gracefulness, for she is a tall woman, and has also quite a

patrician style about her. Her erect head, and the profound dignity of

her expression--everything about her in fact--might be taken to denote a

haughty nature, were it not for that extreme simplicity of manner which

appears natural to her. Notwithstanding the firmness of her language,

the tone in which it is uttered is as soft as velvet, and her light,

musical accent suggests the frank and easy bearing of a Russian lady of

high rank.

Such is the description of my aunt.

My uncle had offered her his arm. As soon as we entered the

drawing-room, she said, while taking off her hat: "Ah, now you must at once explain to me this story of your death, which

I received from a notary. For six months I have been fancying myself a

widow!"

"You can see that there's nothing in it," replied my uncle.

"That's nice!" she exclaimed, laughing and holding her hand out to him a

second time. "Another of your eccentricities, I suppose!"

"Not in the least, my dear; André here can tell you that I positively

passed for a dead man, and that he went into mourning for me. He has

even entered into the possession of my property as my heir."

"It's an ill wind that blows nobody any good," she answered; "but how

was it that they put you in the grave by mistake? I am curious to know."

"I was in Abyssinia."

"Close by, is it?" asked she, interrupting him.

"Yes," continued my uncle. "A friend who was travelling with me, stayed

behind at a place on our way, while I went forward, and he managed to

die in such a stupid and ill-timed manner that, as my baggage was with

him, it was from my papers that his certificate of death was made out.

It was only on my return here, five months later, that I learnt that I

had been taken for dead. You see what a simple story it is."

"Well, of course," said my aunt, "such things are quite a common

occurrence! That will teach you the result of not taking me with you on

your travels. Was it also on account of this trip in Abyssinia that I

have not seen you for two years? Oh stop, my dear nephew!" she added in

an engaging tone, "a family scene is an instructive event; it forms----.

Go on, captain, answer me."