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My indigestion reminded me of a witty saying of a man who was not much in the habit of uttering many of them; I mean M. de Maisonrouge, who was taken home one day almost dying from a severe attack of indigestion: his carriage having been stopped opposite the Quinze-Vingts by some obstruction, a poor man came up and begged alms, saying, "Sir, I am starving."
Of course it is very disagreeable to live with strangers, but as, after all, if I were not staying with Madame de Maisonrouge I should not be living in the Faubourg St. Germain, I don't know that from the point of view of exclusiveness it is any great loss to be here. Our rooms are very prettily arranged, and the table is remarkably good.
As I said, however, the place is very well managed, and I succeed in doing as I please, which, you know, is my most cherished pursuit. Madame de Maisonrouge has a great deal of tact much more than poor father. She is what they call here a belle femme, which means that she is a tall, ugly woman, with style.
My indigestion reminded me of a witty saying of a man who was not much in the habit of uttering many of them; I mean M. de Maisonrouge, who was taken home one day almost dying from a severe attack of indigestion: his carriage having been stopped opposite the Quinze-Vingts by some obstruction, a poor man came up and begged alms, saying, "Sir, I am starving."
Madame de Maisonrouge belongs to one of the oldest and proudest families in France; but she has had reverses which have compelled her to open an establishment in which a limited number of travellers, who are weary of the beaten track, who have the sense of local colour she explains it herself; she expresses it so well in short, to open a sort of boarding-house.
You have heard me speak of my cousine de Maisonrouge, that grande belle femme, who, after having married, en secondes noces there had been, to tell the truth, some irregularity about her first union a venerable relic of the old noblesse of Poitou, was left, by the death of her husband, complicated by the indulgence of expensive tastes on an income of 17,000 francs, on the pavement of Paris, with two little demons of daughters to bring up in the path of virtue.
"Eh! what are you complaining of?" answered Maisonrouge, sighing deeply; "I wish I was in your place, you rogue!" At that time I made the acquaintance of a Milanese dancer, who had wit, excellent manners, a literary education, and what is more great beauty. She received very good society, and did the honours of her drawing-room marvellously well.
"Eh! what are you complaining of?" answered Maisonrouge, sighing deeply; "I wish I was in your place, you rogue!" At that time I made the acquaintance of a Milanese dancer, who had wit, excellent manners, a literary education, and what is more great beauty. She received very good society, and did the honours of her drawing-room marvellously well.
I should call it rather the costume of the past you know the English have such an attachment to the past. I said this the other day to Madame do Maisonrouge that Miss Vane dressed in the costume of the past.
The Pension Vauquer was dark, brown, sordid, graisseuse; but this is in quite a different tone, with high, clear, lightly-draped windows, tender, subtle, almost morbid, colours, and furniture in elegant, studied, reed-like lines. Madame de Maisonrouge reminds me of Madame Hulot do you remember "la belle Madame Hulot?" in Les Barents Pauvres.
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