wounds she had bound up, and whom she flattered,
pronounced her as
capable in
diplomacy as the wife of the Russian
ambassador to London.
The Marquise had indeed several times suggested to deputies or to
peers words and ideas that had rung through Europe. She had often
judged
correctly of certain events on which her
circle of friends
dared not express an opinion. The
principal persons about the Court
came in the evening to play whist in her rooms.
Then she also had the qualities of her defects; she was thought to be
--and she was--indiscreet. Her friendship seemed to be staunch; she
worked for her proteges with a persistency which showed that she cared
less for
patronage than for increased influence. This conduct was
based on her
dominantpassion, Vanity. Conquests and pleasure, which
so many women love, to her seemed only means to an end; she aimed at
living on every point of the largest
circle that life can describe.
Among the men still young, and to whom the future belonged, who
crowded her drawing-room on great occasions, were to be seen MM. de
Marsay and de Ronquerolles, de Montriveau, de la Roche-Hugon, de
Serizy, Ferraud, Maxime de Trailles, de Listomere, the two
Vandenesses, du Chatelet, and others. She would frequently receive a
man whose wife she would not admit, and her power was great enough to
induce certain
ambitious men to
submit to these hard conditions, such
as two famous
royalist bankers, M. de Nucingen and Ferdinand du
Tillet. She had so
thoroughlystudied the strength and the
weakness of
Paris life, that her conduct had never given any man the smallest
advantage over her. An
enormous price might have been set on a note or
letter by which she might have
compromised herself, without one being
produced.
If an arid soul
enabled her to play her part to the life, her person
was no less
available for it. She had a
youthful figure. Her voice
was, at will, soft and fresh, or clear and hard. She possessed in the
highest degree the secret of that
aristocratic pose by which a woman
wipes out the past. The Marquise knew well the art of
setting an
immense space between herself and the sort of man who fancies he may
be familiar after some chance advances. Her
imposing gaze could deny
everything. In her conversation fine and beautiful sentiments and
noble resolutions flowed naturally, as it seemed, from a pure heart
and soul; but in
reality she was all self, and quite
capable of
blasting a man who was
clumsy in his negotiations, at the very time
when she was shamelessly making a
compromise for the benefit of her
own interest.
Rastignac, in
trying to
fasten on to this woman, had discerned her to
be the cleverest of tools, but he had not yet used it; far from
handling it, he was already
finding himself crushed by it. This young
Condottiere of the brain, condemned, like Napoleon, to give battle
constantly, while
knowing that a single defeat would prove the grave
of his fortunes, had met a dangerous
adversary in his protectress. For
the first time in his
turbulent life, he was playing a game with a
partner
worthy of him. He saw a place as Minister in the
conquest of
Madame d'Espard, so he was her tool till he could make her his--a
perilous
beginning.
The Hotel d'Espard needed a large household, and the Marquise had a
great number of servants. The grand receptions were held in the
ground-floor rooms, but she lived on the first floor of the house. The
perfect order of a fine
staircasesplendidly decorated, and rooms
fitted in the
dignified style which
formerly prevailed at Versailles,
spoke of an
immense fortune. When the judge saw the
carriage gates
thrown open to admit his nephew's cab, he took in with a rapid glance
the lodge, the
porter, the
courtyard, the stables, the
arrangement of
the house, the flowers that decorated the stairs, the perfect