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Updated: May 27, 2025
Go, and don't forget the name Mme. Derline." The disciples dispersed, and went abroad spreading the great news. Mme.
Derline who yesterday at the opera I understand, I understand I was reading just now in this paper words are no longer necessary you should have told your name at once yes, you need me; yes, you shall have your dress; yes, I want to divide your success with you." M. Arthur called: "Mademoiselle Blanche, come here at once! Mademoiselle Blanche!" And turning towards Mme.
The following morning, in the gossip-corner of the Bois, in the spring sunshine, the prince, surrounded by a little group of respectful disciples, was solemnly delivering from the back of his roan mare the following opinion: "Listen well to what I say. The most beautiful woman in Paris is a certain Mme. Derline. This star will be visible Thursday evening at the Palmer's.
On the other hand, the writer of theatrical gossip celebrated in enthusiastic terms the beauty of that ideal maid-of-honor, and said, "Besides, the Prince of Nérins declared that Mademoiselle Miranda was indisputedly the most beautiful woman in Paris!" Mme. Derline threw the paper in the fire. She did not wish her husband to know that she was already not the most beautiful woman in Paris.
Derline close to, come to my ball next Thursday. She will be there " The wife of a lawyer!. She was only the wife of a lawyer! The prince sat down in the front of the box, opposite Mme. Derline, and while looking at that lawyeress he was thinking. "Have I," he said to himself, "sufficient credit, sufficient power, to make of Mme. Derline the most beautiful woman in Paris?"
Derline passed, the young reporter had the gift of hearing the conversation, without losing a word, of the three brilliant noblemen. A quarter of an hour later he arrived at the office of the paper. "Yes, but hurry." The young man was a quick writer; the fifteen lines were done in the twinkling of an eye. They brought seven francs fifty to the reporter, but cost M. Derline a little more than that.
For there was always a most beautiful woman in Paris, and it was he, Prince Agénor, who flattered himself that he could discover, proclaim, crown, and consecrate that most beautiful woman in Paris. Launch Mme. Derline in society! Why not? He had never launched any one from the middle class. The enterprise would be new, amusing, and bold. He looked at Mme.
She was no longer Mme. Derline she was the most beautiful woman in Paris! Her feet, her little feet their bareness no longer troubled her left the ground. She raised herself gently towards the heavens, towards the clouds, and felt herself become a goddess. But suddenly an anxiety seized her. "Edward! What would Edward say?" Edward was her husband.
Derline backed away, wishing to place herself against the, wall; but a tryer-on was there, a large energetic brunette, who spoke authoritatively in a high staccato. "At once," she was saying "bring me at once the princess's dress!" Frightened and dazed, Mme. Derline stood in a corner and watched an opportunity to seize a saleswoman on the fly. She even thought of giving up the game.
She became as red as a cherry. Palmer looked at her and began to laugh. "Ah, you read the other day in that paper?" "I read yes, I read " "But where is the prince, where is he? I saw him during the day, and he was to be here early." Mme. Derline was not to see the Prince of Nérins that evening. And yet he had intended to go to the Palmers and preside at the deification of his lawyeress.
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