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Updated: June 20, 2025
It was all Eugénie's doing, of course. She and Welby between them had caught the bear, tamed him, and set him to show whatever parlour tricks he possessed. Just like her! He hoped the young man understood her condescension and that to see her and talk with her was a privilege. Involuntarily Lord Findon glanced across the room, at the décolleté shoulders and buxom good looks of his wife.
The prima donna's brother Léon had turned out to be a woman masquerading in male attire, no other than Mlle. d' Armilly herself, Eugénie's former music-teacher, who had loaned her name to her friend when the latter started on her operatic career. These transformations had been immediately followed by another, Captain Joliette discarding his pseudonym and appearing as Albert de Morcerf.
The countess, in whom the habits of social life and the freedom in which her husband had left her had developed both wit and shrewdness, qualities repressed in her sister by marital despotism, which simply continued that of their mother, saw that Eugenie's terror was on the point of betraying them, and she evaded that danger by a frank answer.
Eugenie falls in love with her cousin, and he, apparently, with her; but the old man, unsoftened by his brother's death, using it even as a further means of speculation, gets rid of the unfortunate lover by gingerly helping him to go abroad. Years pass, and Eugenie's mother dies, while she herself withers, under the miser's avaricious tyranny.
Madame des Grassins rang the changes on the peerage and the title of marquise, until, mistaking Eugenie's disdainful smile for acquiescence, she went about proclaiming that the marriage with "Monsieur Cruchot" was not nearly as certain as people thought. "Though Monsieur de Froidfond is fifty," she said, "he does not look older than Monsieur Cruchot.
'Do you mean, asked Lord Squib, 'when your cabriolet broke down before her door, and she sent out to request that you would make yourself quite at home? 'I mean that fatal day, replied Mr. Annesley. 'I afterwards discovered she had bribed my tiger. 'Do you know Eugenie's sister, St. James? asked Lord Darrell. 'Yes: she is very clever; very popular at Paris.
She rose often, went to her glass, and looked at herself, as an author in good faith looks at his work to criticise it and blame it in his own mind. "I am not beautiful enough for him!" Such was Eugenie's thought, a humble thought, fertile in suffering. The poor girl did not do herself justice; but modesty, or rather fear, is among the first of love's virtues.
After he had pocketed the diamonds which formed a part of Eugenie's trousseau, and which were exposed in the parlor, he scaled the window, slipped an overcoat over his dress, and made his way out of the house. In thirty minutes he reached an out-of-the-way suburb of Paris.
When Grandet had gone to bed Nanon came softly to Eugenie's room in her stockinged feet and showed her a pate baked in a saucepan. "See, mademoiselle," said the good soul, "Cornoiller gave me a hare. You eat so little that this pate will last you full a week; in such frosty weather it won't spoil. You sha'n't live on dry bread, I'm determined; it isn't wholesome."
The delicate greenish light fell on the soft brown hair, the white face and hands. Eugénie's deep black had now assumed a slight 'religious' air which disturbed Lord Findon, and kindled the Protestant wrath of her stepmother.
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