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Mademoiselle Cormon's absence allowed the ladies present to discuss the tragi-comic scene embellished, extended, historified, embroidered, wreathed, colored, and adorned which had just taken place, and which, on the morrow, was destined to occupy all Alencon. "That good Monsieur du Bousquier! how well he carried you!" said Josette to her mistress.
Madame Granson and the Chevalier de Valois, although they could not explain to themselves Mademoiselle Cormon's inconsistencies, had detected her naive glances in that direction, the meaning of which seemed clear enough to make them both resolve to ruin the hopes of the already rejected purveyor, hopes which it was evident he still indulged.
The shore opposite to Mademoiselle Cormon's garden is crowded with houses where a variety of trades are carried on; happily for her, the occupants are quiet people, a baker, a cleaner, an upholsterer, and several bourgeois. The garden, full of common flowers, ends in a natural terrace, forming a quay, down which are several steps leading to the river.
Du Bousquier flung water on Mademoiselle Cormon's face and bosom, which, released from the corset, overflowed like the Loire in flood. The poor woman opened her eyes, saw du Bousquier, and gave a cry of modesty at the sight of him. Du Bousquier retired at once, leaving six women, at the head of whom was Madame Granson, radiant with joy, to take care of the invalid.
Had he listened to her, he might have made her, then and there, perceive his passion; for, in the agitated state of Mademoiselle Cormon's mind, a single word would have sufficed. But that stupid absorption in his own sentiments, which characterizes young and true love, had ruined him, as a child full of life sometimes kills itself out of ignorance.
How severely we reproach Virtue for its defects, and how full of indulgence we all are for the pleasanter qualities of Vice! Chestnut hair of extraordinary length gave to Rose Cormon's face a beauty which results from vigor and abundance, the physical qualities most apparent in her person.
Du Bousquier flung water on Mademoiselle Cormon's face and bosom, which, released from the corset, overflowed like the Loire in flood. The poor woman opened her eyes, saw du Bousquier, and gave a cry of modesty at the sight of him. Du Bousquier retired at once, leaving six women, at the head of whom was Madame Granson, radiant with joy, to take care of the invalid.
Four persons were playing piquet, an expensive game, at which the most money was lost. Monsieur Choisnel, the procureur-du-roi, and two ladies went into the boudoir for a game at backgammon. The glass lustres were lighted; and then the flower of Mademoiselle Cormon's company gathered before the fireplace, on sofas, and around the tables, and each couple said to her as they arrived,
Mademoiselle Cormon's absence allowed the ladies present to discuss the tragi-comic scene embellished, extended, historified, embroidered, wreathed, colored, and adorned which had just taken place, and which, on the morrow, was destined to occupy all Alencon. "That good Monsieur du Bousquier! how well he carried you!" said Josette to her mistress.
Mademoiselle Cormon's ambition took its rise in the most delicate and sensitive feminine feeling; she longed to reward a lover by revealing to him a thousand virtues after marriage, as other women then betray the imperfections they have hitherto concealed. But she was ill understood.
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