Little rascal! I believe he will have my nose!

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Little rascal! I believe he will have my nose!
Image Not Available for Little rascal! I believe he will have my nose!

Little rascal! I believe he will have my nose!

PortfolioPlate 16 from the series "Moeurs Conjugales"
Date1840
MediumCrayon lithograph
DimensionsSheet: 258 × 217 mm. (10 3/16 × 8 9/16 in.)
Credit LineGiven in Memory of Joseph Katz by his Children
Object number1963.109.49
NOT ON VIEW
Last Updated1/11/24
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 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 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 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 Lord! ... If I'd only used my brains!
Lord! ... If I'd only used my brains!
1839
Image Not Available for 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!
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!
1839
Image Not Available for Cravings of a pregnant woman
Cravings of a pregnant woman
1839
Image Not Available for The Ladies' Bath. Yes, my dear, it is just the way I have the honour of telling you. I was pregnant with him for eleven months and people thought I was dropsical. Would you believe that this is already six years ago? He takes after his father, drum-major of the 6th legion. Sings the Marseillaise (national anthem) by heart and has a drink in the morning like a real fire-fighter. Oh, my little darling, come here and give your mother a kiss!
The Ladies' Bath. Yes, my dear, it is just the way I have the honour of telling you. I was pregnant with him for eleven months and people thought I was dropsical. Would you believe that this is already six years ago? He takes after his father, drum-major of the 6th legion. Sings the Marseillaise (national anthem) by heart and has a drink in the morning like a real fire-fighter. Oh, my little darling, come here and give your mother a kiss!
1841
Image Not Available for Madame Greluche: Oh, Gustave, how good! A real soothing warmth! Look at our son Loulou; the cute face he makes! - Mr. Greluche: And Pyramus, he is afraid, afraid like a dog. If you only knew what he is doing right now, the little rascal.
Madame Greluche: Oh, Gustave, how good! A real soothing warmth! Look at our son Loulou; the cute face he makes! - Mr. Greluche: And Pyramus, he is afraid, afraid like a dog. If you only knew what he is doing right now, the little rascal.
1839
Image Not Available for Monsieur...Monsieur, here's your handkerchief
Monsieur...Monsieur, here's your handkerchief
1842
Image Not Available for Inside a Parisian Apartment
Inside a Parisian Apartment
1842