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She had in her young way, the dignity of Madame de Rheims; all the gracefulness of the Southern girl with the pretty eyes; beauty as striking, though not the same as that girl's sister; the gaiety of Chinic; and now I was to find that she was apparently as cultured as Mde. Fauteux.
"Pardon me, sir, your name is Mr. 'Aviland, I believe," interrupted a young man with a close-cut, very thick, very black beard, and the waxed ends of his moustache fiercely turned up. I bowed. "Our Sovereign Lady De Rheims requests the pleasure of your conversation." On turning to Mlle. Sylphe to make my excuses, she smiled, saying with a regretful grimace: "Obeissez." Mde.
Last year she came to Montreal with our father, and they were delighted with it. She used to say she would not marry a Frenchman; nor a blonde. Above all she detested Paris, and declared she would never live there. While she was here she left her portrait with Mde. De Rheims as a souvenir. Soon a young officer in the army of France comes out and visits Mde.
His clear gaze and fine balance of expression denoted that remarkable common sense and personal honor for which I divined his judgments and conduct must be respected. His smile was charming, and displayed a set of well-preserved teeth. The few words he spoke to me were not remarkable. They were simple and kind like his movements. To Mde.
The feelings of the young seemed to issue and mingle in sympathy, with a freedom naturally delightful to my peculiar nature, and the triumphant strains of music excited my pulses. Mde. De Rheims touched my arm and pointed individuals by name. "That strong young man is a d'Irumberry the pale one, a Le Ber that young girl's mother is a Guay de Boisbriant.
Cries of "Royal Hotel," "Windsor House," "Sleigh Miss," deafened her ears on all sides, but great was her relief when a prim middle-aged lady accompanied by a half bashful youth stepped up to her smilingly and said: "My dear I think you are my guest. Miss Edgeworth?" "That is my name," Honor said, and then the prim lady handed Honor a card inscribed "Mde. Jean d'Alberg."
They meet in the cathedral every Thursday, with closed doors, where they relate to each other as they are bound by a vow to do all they have learned, whether good or evil, concerning other people, during the week. La Superieure de cette compagnie s'appelle Madame Boudon; une Mde. D'Ailleboust est, je crois, l'assistante et une Mde. Charron, la Tresoriere.
"The day is too stormy for outdoor amusements, my dear," said Jean d'Alberg, as she poked the fire, "so I must try to distract you as much as possible in the house." "That will be an easy matter if you like," said Honor, "do but leave me lost in these spacious cushions, before that cheerful fire, and I can prophesy the treat that is in store for me." Mde. d'Alberg smiled slowly.
The next day the Martignac ministry entered on its duties, and the Duchess of Angoule'me said to Charles X.: "It is true, then, that you are letting Villele go? My father, you descend to-day the first step of the throne." Mde. Martignac, who succeeded M. de Villele in the Ministry of the Interior, was a man of merit, honest, liberal, and sincerely devoted to the King.
Each picture had an explanatory note beneath it, such as "Costume of Mde. de C for a dinner at the Russian Ambassador's," "Ball costume of the Marchioness de V for a ball at the Hotel de Ville," etc.
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