By her marriage with Dudevant, she had had a son and a daughter.
Dudevant have painted Chopin somewhat as a sickly sentimentalist, living in an atmosphere of moonshine and unreality.
Dudevant drank more and more heavily, and jeered at his wife because she was "always looking for noon at fourteen o'clock."
Mme. Dudevant, on her side, would have nothing more to do with this rustic rake.
"You are a wonderful young lady," Dudevant said, with that well-known yearning in his eyes.
He was a natural son, of course, but he had been recognized by his father, Colonel Dudevant.