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Updated: June 6, 2025
Yes, the more I love Calyste, the more I feel that I should die of grief if our present happiness ever ceased. I must tell you how the whole family and the circle which meets at the hotel de Guenic adore me. They are all personages born under tapestries of the highest warp; in fact, they seem to have stepped from those old tapestries as if to prove that the impossible may exist.
Yesterday we went to the convent of the ladies of the Visitation, to which we were taken by the Abbe Grimont, a friend of the du Guenic family, who told us that your dear Felicite, mamma, was indeed a saint. She could not very well be anything else to him, for her conversion, which was thought to be his doing, has led to his appointment as vicar-general of the diocese.
To Madame la Baronne du Guenic: Dear Mamma, When you come to Paris, as you allow us to hope you will, I shall thank you in person for the beautiful present by which you and my aunt Zephirine and Calyste wish to reward me for doing my duty. I was already well repaid by my own happiness in doing it.
When "Beatrix" was first published, in 1839, the volume ended with the following paragraph: "Calyste, rich and married to the most beautiful woman in Paris, retains a sadness in his soul which nothing dissipates, not even the birth of a son at Guerande, in 1839, to the great joy of Zephirine du Guenic.
To Madame la Duchesse de Grandlieu: Dear Mamma, You will understand why I did not write to you during the journey, our wits are then like wheels. Here I am, for the last two days, in the depths of Brittany, at the hotel du Guenic, a house as covered with carving as a sandal-wood box.
"Well, my friends, I wanted to see the marshes of Guerande once more before I die," said the baron to the paludiers, who had gathered about the entrance of the marshes to salute him. "Can a Guenic die?" said one of them. Just then the party from Les Touches arrived through the narrow pathway. The marquise walked first alone; Calyste and Camille followed arm-in-arm. Gasselin brought up the rear.
Dressed in the same style as Mademoiselle du Guenic, she stirred an enormous quantity of petticoats and linen whenever she wanted to find one or other of the two apertures of her gown through which she reached her pockets. The strangest jingling of keys and money then echoed among her garments.
The party had been invited to stay at the hotel de Grandlieu, where the baroness was received with all the distinction due to her rank as the wife of a du Guenic and the daughter of a British peer.
"This is the celebrated man of whom we have talked so much, Gennaro Conti," said Camille, not replying to Claude Vignon's remark. Conti was rather proud of this resemblance. "I am fortunate," he said, "to meet Monsieur du Guenic during the one day that I spend at Les Touches." "It was for me to say that to you," replied Calyste, with a certain ease.
The sight of the Baronne du Guenic walking in Guerande elsewhere than to church, or on the two pretty roads selected as promenades on fete days, accompanied by the baron and Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel, was an event so remarkable that two hours later, throughout the whole town, people accosted each other with the remark, "Madame du Guenic went out to-day; did you meet her?"
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