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This evening I read the treatise by Nicole so much admired by Mme. de Sevigne: "Des moyens de conserver la paix avec les hommes." Wisdom so gentle and so insinuating, so shrewd, piercing, and yet humble, which divines so well the hidden thoughts and secrets of the heart, and brings them all into the sacred bondage of love to God and man, how good and delightful a thing it is!
The time must come when the varying costumes now seen at balls, at the races, at the theatre, will all be swept away; and in their place women will wear, as men do, a species of uniform. There will be a 'woman's suit, costing sixty francs at Batignolles, and five hundred francs in the rue de la Paix; and, this reform once accomplished, it will never be possible to return to old conditions.
After this we go to the Place before the Hôtel de Ville, and we shout "Point de Paix." We then march down the Boulevards, and we go home satisfied that we have deserved well of our country. As yesterday was the anniversary of the proclamation of the First Republic, we were in a very manifesting mood.
The hat, which she had carefully placed on a chair beside her, was truly a monstrosity! but, as Doris guessed, an expensive monstrosity, such as the Rue de la Paix provides, at anything from a hundred and fifty to two hundred and fifty francs, for those of its cosmopolitan customers whom it pillages and despises. How did the lady afford it?
"In this department there are forty-seven juges de paix, twenty of whom, as I learn from an enquiry, were mayors at the time of their appointment.
It's first-hand, fully-authorised fact." "Rot!" "Paix et peu! Say rot, if it pleases you!" "You'll have to withdraw and apologise." "I can't make out what you're saying." "It will end in your eating humble-pie. Can you hear that?" "I can hear that you are in a bearish temper." "I've reason to be. If a man had written what you have I should punch his head." "Say that again!"
Standing in the centre of the shop, the grocer, a big fat man with an air of importance, was overseeing his men, who were busy putting things in order. M. de Tregars took him aside, and with an accent of mystery, "I am," he said, "a clerk with M. Drayton, the jeweler in the Rue de la Paix; and I come to ask you one of those little favors which tradespeople owe to each other."
The affairs of the north have retarded my journey. The events of Aranjuez have taken place. I am not the judge of what has passed, and of the conduct of the Prince de la Paix; but I know well that it is dangerous for kings to accustom their people to shed blood and do justice for themselves. I pray God that your Royal Highness may not one day have to make the experiment.
In my dressing-room are gowns from Dousé's and hats from Alphonsine's, jewels from the Rue de la Paix, furs from Canada all there to call back my life of two short years ago, that laughing life of Paris and the cities when I was free, and all the world my own, and only my girlhood to regret! Now I remember it all as one bright day in years of gathering night.
The red light of a level-crossing gave warning, and I pulled up, and let out a long blast on the electric horn, until the gates swung open. "Her real name is, I believe, Pierrette Dumont, only daughter of that big jeweller in the Rue de la Paix." "What!" cried Bindo, in such a manner that I knew he was not joking. "Old Dumont's daughter? If that's so, we are in luck's way."
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