Muse, sing despite of Marianna, wife of Conrad bachelor Seabra, naquella morning in April 1879. The cause of uproar? A simple hat, light, non-tacky, a hat down. Conrad, a lawyer with escriptorio Quitanda the street, brought him to town every day, he went with the hearings, not only led to the receptions, Lyric Theatre, and visits the burial ceremony. No more was constant, and this since five or six years, so many were the wedding. Now naquella singular April morning, just lunch, Conrad began to roll a cigarette and smiling annunci Marianna was going to ask you one thing. {88}

-What is my angel?

-Can you make me a sacrifice?

Ten-twenty …

-Well then look no aquellas to town with her hat.

-Why? ugly?

Do not say it is ugly, but it’s back outside, walking in the neighborhood, afternoon or evening, but in the city, a lawyer, I do not think …

-How foolish, Yaya!

-Yes, but do me this favor, does it?

Conrad struck a phosphor, Accendo the cigarette, and made him a joke gesture to change the subject, but the woman insisted. The insists, at first loose and supplice, soon became imperious and harsh. Conrad was amazed. He knew the woman, was ordinarily a passive creature, kind of a plasticity To Order, able to use with the same indifference as much a divine royal crown as a cap. The proof is that, having had a life of wandering in the last two years old maiden, married as soon as the affez quiet habits. Sahia sometimes, and most instances of DELL own consort, but was only commode at home. Furniture, curtains, ornaments it suppresses the {89} children, had them a mother’s love, and such was the person agrees with the environment, which she relished the frets in the position occupied, the folds of the curtains with the usual and so the rest. One of three windows, for example, that looked onto the street was always half open, and never was otherwise. Neither her husband’s study monotonous escaping the requirements of the woman who kept unchanged the clutter of books, and even reached restaural it. The habits mentaes followed the same uniformity. Marianna had very few notions, and never read books if not the same: it Moreninha de Macedo, seven times, and the Pirate Ivanhoe by Walter Scott, ten times, the Mot de l’enigma, Madame Craven, eleven times.