XXXIV

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XXXIV

As for her spouse he loved her dearly,

In her affairs ne’er interfered,

Entrusted all to her sincerely,

In dressing-gown at meals appeared.

Existence calmly sped along,

And oft at eventide a throng

Of friends unceremonious would

Assemble from the neighbourhood:

They growl a bit⁠—they scandalise⁠—

They crack a feeble joke and smile⁠—

Thus the time passes and meanwhile

Olga the tea must supervise⁠—

’Tis time for supper, now for bed,

And soon the friendly troop hath fled.