The general’s wife, pale and shaking, looked even more alluring to Claude.
“Madame Moreau!” As he joined them, the Mayor of Paris stated, “You could have been killed! That runaway carriage… ”
Interrupting, she nodded at her companion, “Yes, but for this kind gentleman.”
The mayor, thinking to further ingrate himself to Moreau, proclaimed, “You, sir, have earned our eternal thanks, and the key to the city.” As the mayor left, the general’s young wife whispered to her lover, “He has no imagination. The key is one to his home--where I am staying while Jean is in the field.”
“Madame Moreau!” As he joined them, the Mayor of Paris stated, “You could have been killed! That runaway carriage… ”
Interrupting, she nodded at her companion, “Yes, but for this kind gentleman.”
The mayor, thinking to further ingrate himself to Moreau, proclaimed, “You, sir, have earned our eternal thanks, and the key to the city.” As the mayor left, the general’s young wife whispered to her lover, “He has no imagination. The key is one to his home--where I am staying while Jean is in the field.”
