Yes, love, you may call me overly jealous. But I had to leave the post at City Hall in order to see whether anybody had taken mine here!

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Yes, love, you may call me overly jealous. But I had to leave the post at City Hall in order to see whether anybody had taken mine here!
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Yes, love, you may call me overly jealous. But I had to leave the post at City Hall in order to see whether anybody had taken mine here!

PortfolioPlate 10 from the series "Moeurs conjugales"
Date1839
MediumCrayon lithograph
DimensionsSheet: 250 × 215 mm. (9 13/16 × 8 7/16 in.)
Credit LineGiven in Memory of Joseph Katz by his Children
Object number1963.109.48
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Last Updated1/11/24
Image Not Available for The Bluestocking Husband. Monsieur, my wife has been inspired since this morning: it is impossible to see her. As you can see, I have to give my full attention to the fruit of our most recent collaboration!
The Bluestocking Husband. Monsieur, my wife has been inspired since this morning: it is impossible to see her. As you can see, I have to give my full attention to the fruit of our most recent collaboration!
1842
Image Not Available for See him strut with such a style - you'd swear he was an officer of the artillery, and that he was cut out for a great lawyer or powerful business man.
See him strut with such a style - you'd swear he was an officer of the artillery, and that he was cut out for a great lawyer or powerful business man.
1839
Image Not Available for The husband (reading aloud): "We lay indolently on the fragrant moss, while the beams of the moon flickered through the branches of a willow, gently swaying in the evening breeze. Overcome with love we cried to to heaven the longings we felt in our hearts." His wife (sotto voce): how can he possibly read such poetry and wear a night bonnet and a face like this.
The husband (reading aloud): "We lay indolently on the fragrant moss, while the beams of the moon flickered through the branches of a willow, gently swaying in the evening breeze. Overcome with love we cried to to heaven the longings we felt in our hearts." His wife (sotto voce): how can he possibly read such poetry and wear a night bonnet and a face like this.
1839
Image Not Available for There goes my wife!! Oh, the wretch, while I'm having a shave she's making a cuckold of me!
There goes my wife!! Oh, the wretch, while I'm having a shave she's making a cuckold of me!
1840
Image Not Available for Cravings of a pregnant woman
Cravings of a pregnant woman
1839
Image Not Available for Lord! ... If I'd only used my brains!
Lord! ... If I'd only used my brains!
1839
Image Not Available for Husband: My dear, how about a first kiss on my chin? The wife (aside): To think that I am married to this face!
Husband: My dear, how about a first kiss on my chin? The wife (aside): To think that I am married to this face!
1840
Image Not Available for Little rascal! I believe he will have my nose!
Little rascal! I believe he will have my nose!
1840
Image Not Available for Monsieur...Monsieur, here's your handkerchief
Monsieur...Monsieur, here's your handkerchief
1842
Image Not Available for Yes my uncle, my virtuous uncle, I was a spendthrift, gambler, seducer, I had many faults, in a word I was frivolous... but you're ill, very ill, the doctors have abandoned you... I've come to aid you, to fall at your feet, I'll swear... anything you like... I'll only leave you at death, my kind uncle, my so excellent uncle! Let's embrace and put an end to it. (Macaire, sole inheritor, has his dear uncle thrown into a common pit).
Yes my uncle, my virtuous uncle, I was a spendthrift, gambler, seducer, I had many faults, in a word I was frivolous... but you're ill, very ill, the doctors have abandoned you... I've come to aid you, to fall at your feet, I'll swear... anything you like... I'll only leave you at death, my kind uncle, my so excellent uncle! Let's embrace and put an end to it. (Macaire, sole inheritor, has his dear uncle thrown into a common pit).
1837
Image Not Available for Inside a Parisian Apartment
Inside a Parisian Apartment
1842
Image Not Available for Well yes, it’s true, the daughter of Mme Chopin got married yesterday with the son of Durand. I just talked to the young man and from what he told me (in full confidence), she must have had some strange ones before him…
Well yes, it’s true, the daughter of Mme Chopin got married yesterday with the son of Durand. I just talked to the young man and from what he told me (in full confidence), she must have had some strange ones before him…
1840