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Guy recognized Madame Marsy in the front row, robed in a very low-cut, sea-green satin robe with a bouquet of flowers at the tip of the shoulder, who while fanning herself looked with haughty impertinence at the pretty Madame Gerson, her former friend. Madame Evan was numerously surrounded, she was the most charming of all the stylish set and the woman whom all the others tried to copy.
The article entitled The Mistress of an Archon, had been specially sent to her under a cover bearing the address in a woman's handwriting, Sabine Marsy or Madame Gerson! Some friend. One always has such. It was of Adrienne that Vaudrey thought while Lissac was giving vent to his ironical, blunt complaint.
As he concluded, Captain Patterson placed in the hands of Algernon a sealed packet, and moved away. "Well, its all over," said Mrs. Younker, coming up in turn to wish the young couple joy. "I al'ays 'spected as how it 'ud come to this here. Goodness, gracious, marsy on me alive! what a flustration they has made about ye, sure enough, for sartin han't they?
She knew Sabine Marsy only slightly; she was not interested as a friend; but this little execution, gracefully carried out here by a woman who recently did the honors at the Salon of Boulevard Malesherbes seemed to her as cowardly as treachery. This, then, was society! And how right was her choice in preferring solitude!
Madame was screaming for Nicolette and Mémé to come and observe the fortune returned to her by M'sieur Morin, that best of men, that saint in glory. "Marsy," said Robbins, "I'm going on a jamboree. For three days the esteemed Pic. will have to get along without my valuable services. I advise you to join me. Now, that green stuff you drink is no good. It stimulates thought.
Vaudrey was about to add something, when Madame Marsy in passing to greet her guests, noticed Marianne and grasping her hand: "I beg your pardon, your Excellency," she said, "but I must take her away from you. I have been asked for her." "By whom?" said Vaudrey. "Monsieur de Rosas!" Vaudrey looked at Marianne.
Madame Marsy stood at the entrance of the salon, looking attractive in a toilet of black silk which heightened her fair beauty, and, with extended hands, smilingly greeted all her guests, while the charming Madame Gerson, refined and tactful, aided her in receiving. Sabine appeared perfectly charmed on perceiving Marianne.
She saw you in the manager's box a while ago, and she has asked me to present you to her, or rather, to present her to you, for I presume for your Excellency the ceremony is modified." "Madame Marsy!" said Vaudrey. "Is she not an artist's widow? Her salon is a political centre, is it not?" "Exactly. A recent salon opened in opposition to that of Madame Evan. An Athenian Republic!
As he was about to move away, Marianne detained him by a gesture: "Well, your Excellency," she remarked, with a charming play of her lips as she smiled, "you see," and she pointed to the blue draperies of the little salon, as dainty as a boudoir "you see that there are some women who like blue." "Yes, Madame Marsy!
"I thought that Madame Gerson was on the best of terms with Madame Marsy," whispered Adrienne to Lissac, who replied: "They have been on better! They perhaps will be so again. That is of very little importance. Women revile each other and associate at the same time." Adrienne decided that she would not listen.
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