Heinrich Zschokke, The Broken Cup
“ Monsieur Hautmartin, I deem it an honor to call thee my son-in-law.” Then Marietta went out and wept bitterly, and hated the beautiful cup with all her heart. But the justice, drawing the palm of his flabby hand over his nose, spoke thus judiciously: “Mother Manon, hurry nothing. The dove will at length, when it learns to know me better, give way. I am not impetuous. I have some skill among women, and before a quarter of a year passes by I will insinuate myself into Marietta’s good graces.” ”
