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M. de Cymier listened attentively to such talk, looking and saying the right things, and as he heard more and more about the deplorable condition of M. de Nailles's affairs, he congratulated himself that a prudent presentiment had kept him from asking the hand of Jacqueline.
"It seems that that young Count de Cymier, who is always hanging around you, by the way, has been making inquiries of him, in a manner that looks as if it had some meaning, as to what is our fortune, our position. But really, such a match seems too good to be true." "Why so?" said the Baronne. "I know more about it than you do, from Blanche de Villegry.
Madame de Villegry was what is sometimes called a "professional beauty." She devoted many hours daily to her toilette, she liked to have a crowd of admirers around her. But when one of them became too troublesome, she got rid of him by persuading him to marry. She had before this proposed several young girls to Gerard de Cymier, each one plainer and more insignificant than the others.
She gave me to understand that her cousin was much struck by Jacqueline at first sight, and ever since she does nothing but talk to me of M. de Cymier of his birth, his fortune, his abilities the charming young fellow seems gifted with everything. He could be Secretary of Legation, if he liked to quit Paris: In the meantime attache to an Embassy looks very well on a card.
Then Madame de Villegry said, smiling: "I suppose you would like me to present you this evening to my friends the De Nailles?" And in fact they all met that evening at the Casino, and Jacqueline, in a gown of scarlet foulard, which would have been too trying for any other girl, seemed to M. de Cymier as pretty as she had been in her bathing-costume.
"Like that of good parents, such as we are," added M. de Nailles, ending her sentence with an expression of grateful emotion. For one moment the Baronne paled under this compliment. "What did you say to Madame d'Argy?" she hastened to ask. "I said we must give the young fellow's beard time to grow." "Yes, that was right. I prefer Monsieur de Cymier a hundred times over.
"Wanda," interrupted Jacqueline, "did you not know what happened once?" "Happened, how? About what?" asked Madame Strahlberg, with an air of innocence. "I am speaking of the way Monsieur de Cymier treated me." "Bah! He was in love with you. Who didn't know it? Every one could see that. It was all the more reason why you should have been glad to meet him."
If Fred must get into danger and difficulty for any woman, it should not have been for Giselle de Talbrun." A meeting took place yesterday at Vesinet between the Vicomte de Cymier, secretary of Embassy at Vienna, and M. Frederic d'Argy, ensign in the navy. The parties fought with swords.
Thus assured of making her own living, she could afford to despise the discreditable happiness of Madame de Nailles, who, she had no doubt, would shortly become Madame Marien; also the crooked ways in which M. de Cymier might pursue his fortune-hunting.
Yes, a marriage! That is the way I had thought of to settle everything and make everybody happy." "What man would marry a girl who had compromised herself?" said Madame d'Argy, indignantly. "He who has done his part to compromise her." "Then go and propose it to Monsieur de Cymier!" "No. It is not Monsieur de Cymier whom she loves." "Ah!" Madame d'Argy was on her feet at once.
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