Monsieur Robineau was as plump and rosy as a robin; Madame Robineau was pale and bony to behold.

Monsieur Robineau looked the soul of good nature, ready to chirrup over his _grog-au-vin,_ to smoke a pipe with his neighbor, to cut a harmless joke or enjoy a harmless frolic, as cheerfully as any little tailor that ever lived; Madame Robineau, on the contrary, preserved a dreadful dignity, and looked as if she could laugh at nothing on this side of the grave.

Not to consider the question too curiously, I should have said, at first sight, that Monsieur Robineau stood in no little awe of his wife, and that Madame Robineau was the very head and front of their domestic establishment.
It was wonderful and delightful to see how Captain Dalrymple placed himself on the best of terms with all these good people--how he patted Robineau on the back and complimented Madame, banished the cloud from Andre's brow, and summoned a smile to the pretty cheek of Suzette.

One would have thought he had known them for years already, so thoroughly was he at home with every member of the wedding party.
Presently, he asked Suzette to dance.

She blushed scarlet, and cast a pretty appealing look at her husband and her mother.