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Updated: June 18, 2025
It is true that at Langeais there is no great occasion to indulge in the tourist's weak- ness of dawdling; for the apartments, though they contain many curious odds and ends of, antiquity, are not of first-rate interest.
She was in a condition of moral hypersensitiveness, and everything hurt her: her conscience was raw. Her eyes were opened to certain facts which hitherto had escaped her in her heedlessness. One afternoon she was in the drawing-room with her mother. Madame Langeais was receiving a caller, a fashionable painter, a good-looking, pompous man, who was often at the house, but not on terms of intimacy.
Clair and Langdon had partners, and making apologies they left to join them. Harry and Dalton remained with de Langeais. "Colonel St. Hilaire said that you were with Longstreet," said Harry. "I am, or rather was. At least our regiment belongs with him, but when he was detached to meet the possible march on Richmond we were left with General Lee, and I am glad of it."
Everything about her erred, as it were, by an excess of delicacy. M. de Montriveau willingly consented to be introduced to the Duchesse de Langeais; and she, after the manner of persons whose sensitive taste leads them to avoid banalities, refrained from overwhelming him with questions and compliments.
Religious ecstasy is the aberration of a soul that has shaken off its bonds of flesh; whereas in amorous ecstasy all the forces of soul and body are embraced and blended in one. If a woman falls a victim to the tyrannous frenzy before which Mme de Langeais was forced to bend, she will take one decisive resolution after another so swiftly that it is impossible to give account of them.
Why, when a woman loves, the brand of love is burnt into her soul by her own will. Come in, gentlemen! come in and brand her, this Duchesse de Langeais. She is M. de Montriveau's forever! Ah! come quickly, all of you, my forehead burns hotter than your fire!" Armand turned his head sharply away lest he should see the Duchess kneeling, quivering with the throbbings of her heart.
Is there anything so very heroic in coming to the Hotel de Langeais to spend an evening with a woman whose prattle amuses you? a woman whom you take for a plaything? Why, half a dozen young coxcombs come here just as regularly every afternoon between three and five. They, too, are very generous, I am to suppose?
Madame la Duchesse de Langeais says they give a woman something vague, Ossianic, and very high-bred." "Very good; send them to me at once." Then the lady turned quickly toward the rue de Menars, and entered her own house.
Can you imagine that I am to be the prize of a crime? Do you want to kill me? Why! you cannot have any religion in you! For my own part, I fear God. M. de Langeais may have given me reason to hate him, but I wish him no manner of harm." M. de Montriveau beat a tattoo on the marble chimney-piece, and only looked composedly at the lady. "Dear," continued she, "respect him.
Beatrix was eaten up with vanity. Her fortune and her wit had not given her the feminine royalty that she craved; they had not enabled her to reign supreme over a salon. She then bethought herself of seeking the celebrity of the Duchesse de Langeais and the Vicomtesse de Beauseant. But the world, after all, is just; it gives the homage of its interest to real feelings only.
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