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The petite and mignonne of Raphael's grotesques was no longer suited to the people, or, to put it otherwise, the people were not such as seek expression in refinement, for all art is but the visible evidence of a state of mind or soul. The wish to be sumptuous and superb, then, was a force, and so the art expressed it, but in a way that holds our admiration.
She, who seemed by her graceful mignonne fascinations and elegant toilettes, just a butterfly of fashion and no more, was truly of a dreamy and poetic nature, she had read very deeply, and the griefs and joys of humanity presented an ever-varying problem to her refined and penetrative mind.
She perfectly represented the idea conveyed by the word mignonne, for she was one of those pliant little women who allow themselves to be taken up, petted, set down, and taken up again like a kitten.
But nothing was less a mignonne than her face and her figure; and Monsieur, feeling the ridicule, complained to the King. The King prohibited very severely this familiarity. While at Trianon these Princesses took it into their heads to walk out at night and divert themselves with crackers.
"It must be lonely for her!" said Aubrey quickly, "She is so mignonne so caressable so made for love and care and tenderness " Here he broke off, vexed with himself for having said so much, and his face flushed warmly. The Princesse stopped in her walk and looked at him straightly. "Mr. Leigh," she said, "I think I hope you are an honest man! And do you know the best advice I can give you?"
Feeling himself caught, he gave a shriek of alarm; the panther seized him with her teeth by the collar, and, springing vigorously backwards, drew him as if by magic out of the whirling sand. "Ah, Mignonne!" cried the soldier, caressing her enthusiastically; "we're bound together for life and death but no jokes, mind!" and he retraced his steps. From that time the desert seemed inhabited.
He could not make that eager, impetuous girl, whose voice trembled with emotion, whose kisses answered his, whose soft arms clung to his neck, out of this pale, attenuated, bloodless woman. Perhaps it was heroic to give all to her Church. Even men had done this. "And thou art happy and satisfied in this calling, Mignonne," he half assumed, half inquired.
Only you are petite brune, there is nothing blonde about you, mignonne, my dear mademoiselle, I should say if I were with you of course as I used to do. But surely I am with you and those lights are the floating cribs I see, and your voice it is that sings, and presently the boatmen hear and they turn and move their hands and join in Now all together, Descendez a l'ombre,
"My advice is, get ready for sea as fast as you can, and if you wish to serve Captain Brown see him safe out of sight of land before the Mignonne can follow. We'll keep a watch on him in the meantime, or he'll play us some trick or other. Above all things, don't be on shore after dark.
Ma mère, you have grown younger, and are more beautiful than ever." "No flattery, mignonne! It is not good for me. Sit down here and tell us all there is to tell. You are very lonely, now?" "I am alone yes." Joyce drew a chair close beside the other and sat down, while the older women smiled slightly. "Yes, there is a difference. They tell me you are very rich."
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