usually so calm, some symptoms of ill-disguised
agitation. A chair was
vacant near hers, and the Colonel seated himself.
"I dare wager something has vexed you?" said he.
"A mere
trifle, General. I want to be gone, for I have promised to go
to a ball at the Grand Duchess of Berg's, and I must look in first at
the Princesse de Wagram's. Monsieur de la Roche-Hugon, who knows this,
is
amusing himself by flirting with the dowagers."
"That is not the whole secret of your
disturbance, and I will bet a
hundred louis that you will remain here the whole evening."
"Impertinent man!"
"Then I have hit the truth?"
"Well, tell me, what am I thinking of?" said the Countess, tapping the
Colonel's fingers with her fan. "I might even
reward you if you guess
rightly."
"I will not accept the
challenge; I have too much the
advantage of
you."
"You are presumptuous."
"You are afraid of
seeing Martial at the feet----"
"Of whom?" cried the Countess, affecting surprise.
"Of that candelabrum," replied the Colonel, glancing at the fair
stranger, and then looking at the Countess with embarrassing scrutiny.
"You have guessed it," replied the coquette, hiding her face behind
her fan, which she began to play with. "Old Madame de Lansac, who is,
you know, as
malicious as an old monkey," she went on, after a pause,
"has just told me that Monsieur de la Roche-Hugon is
running into
danger by flirting with that stranger, who sits here this evening like
a
skeleton at a feast. I would rather see a death's head than that
face, so
cruelly beautiful, and as pale as a ghost. She is my evil
genius.--Madame de Lansac," she added, after a flash and
gesture of
annoyance, "who only goes to a ball to watch everything while
pretending to sleep, has made me
miserablyanxious. Martial shall pay
dearly for playing me such a trick. Urge him,
meanwhile, since he is
your friend, not to make me so unhappy."
"I have just been with a man who promises to blow his brains out, and
nothing less, if he speaks to that little lady. And he is a man,
madame, to keep his word. But then I know Martial; such threats are to
him an
encouragement. And, besides, we have wagered----" Here the
Colonel lowered his voice.
"Can it be true?" said the Countess.
"On my word of honor."
"Thank you, my dear Colonel," replied Madame de Vaudremont, with a
glance full of invitation.
"Will you do me the honor of dancing with me?"
"Yes; but the next quadrille. During this one I want to find out what
will come of this little intrigue, and to
ascertain who the little
blue lady may be; she looks intelligent."
The Colonel, understanding that Madame de Vaudremont wished to be
alone,
retired, well content to have begun his attack so well.
At most entertainments women are to be met who are there, like Madame
de Lansac, as old sailors gather on the
seashore to watch younger
mariners struggling with the
tempest. At this moment Madame de Lansac,
who seemed to be interested in the personages of this drama, could
easily guess the
agitation which the Countess was going through. The
lady might fan herself
gracefully, smile on the young men who bowed to
her, and bring into play all the arts by which a woman hides her
emotion,--the Dowager, one of the most clear-sighted and mischief-
loving
duchesses bequeathed by the eighteenth century to the
nineteenth, could read her heart and mind through it all.
The old lady seemed to
detect the slightest
movement that revealed the
impressions of the soul. The imperceptible frown that furrowed that
calm, pure
forehead, the faintest
quiver of the cheeks, the curve of
the eyebrows, the least curl of the lips, whose living coral could
conceal nothing from her,--all these were to the Duchess like the
print of a book. From the depths of her large arm-chair, completely
filled by the flow of her dress, the coquette of the past, while
talking to a diplomate who had sought her out to hear the anecdotes
she told so cleverly, was admiring herself in the younger coquette;
she felt kindly to her,
seeing how
bravely she disguised her annoyance
and grief of heart. Madame de Vaudremont, in fact, felt as much sorrow
as she feigned
cheerfulness; she had believed that she had found in
Martial a man of
talent on whose support she could count for adorning
her life with all the
enchantment of power; and at this moment she
perceived her mistake, as
injurious to her
reputation as to her good
opinion of herself. In her, as in other women of that time, the
suddenness of their
passions increased their
vehemence. Souls which
love much and love often, suffer no less than those which burn
themselves out in one
affection. Her
liking for Martial was but of
yesterday, it is true, but the least
experiencedsurgeon knows that
the pain caused by the amputation of a
healthy limb is more acute than
the
removal of a
diseased one. There was a future before Madame de
Vaudremont's
passion for Martial, while her
previous love had been
hopeless, and poisoned by Soulanges' remorse.
The old Duchess, who was watching for an opportunity of
speaking to
the Countess, hastened to
dismiss her Ambassador; for in comparison
with a lover's quarrel every interest pales, even with an old woman.
To engage battle, Madame de Lansac shot at the younger lady a sardonic
glance which made the Countess fear lest her fate was in the dowager's
hands. There are looks between woman and woman which are like the
torches brought on at the
climax of a
tragedy. No one who had not
known that Duchess could
appreciate the
terror which the expression of
her
countenance inspired in the Countess.
Madame de Lansac was tall, and her features led people to say, "That
must have been a handsome woman!" She coated her cheeks so thickly
with rouge that the wrinkles were scarcely
visible; but her eyes, far
from gaining a factitious brilliancy from this strong carmine, looked
all the more dim. She wore a vast quantity of diamonds, and dressed
with sufficient taste not to make herself
ridiculous. Her sharp nose
promised epigram. A well-fitted set of teeth preserved a smile of such
irony as recalled that of Voltaire. At the same time, the exquisite
politeness of her manners so
effectually softened the mischievous
twist in her mind, that it was impossible to
accuse her of
spitefulness.
The old woman's eyes lighted up, and a
triumphant glance, seconded by
a smile, which said, "I promised you as much!" shot across the room,
and brought a blush of hope to the pale cheeks of the young creature
languishing under the great chandelier. The
alliance between Madame de
Lansac and the stranger could not escape the practised eye of the
Comtesse de Vaudremont, who scented a
mystery, and was determined to
penetrate it.
At this
instant the Baron de la Roche-Hugon, after questioning all the
dowagers without success as to the blue lady's name,
applied in
despair to the Comtesse de Gondreville, from whom he reached only this
unsatisfactory reply, "A lady whom the 'ancient' Duchesse de Lansac
introduced to me."
Turning by chance towards the
armchair occupied by the old lady, the
lawyer intercepted the glance of
intelligence she sent to the
stranger; and although he had for some time been on bad terms with
her, he determined to speak to her. The "ancient" Duchess,
seeing the
jaunty Baron prowling round her chair, smiled with sardonic irony, and
looked at Madame de Vaudremont with an expression that made Montcornet
laugh.
"If the old witch affects to be friendly," thought the Baron, "she is
certainly going to play me some spiteful trick.--Madame," he said,
"you have, I am told, undertaken the
charge of a very precious
treasure."
"Do you take me for a dragon?" said the old lady. "But of whom are you
speaking?" she added, with a
sweetness which revived Martial's hopes.
"Of that little lady, unknown to all, whom the
jealousy of all these
coquettes has imprisoned in that corner. You, no doubt, know her
family?"
"Yes," said the Duchess. "But what concern have you with a provincial
heiress, married some time since, a woman of good birth, whom you none
of you know, you men; she goes nowhere."
"Why does not she dance, she is such a pretty creature?--May we
conclude a treaty of peace? If you will
vouchsafe to tell me all I
want to know, I promise you that a
petition for the restitution of the