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Updated: July 2, 2025
'I hear your picture is charming, she said, distractedly; and then, suddenly perceiving the expected figures, she swept forward to receive them. 'Very sorry, my dear fellow, we have no lady for you; but you will be next my daughter, Madame de Pastourelles, said Lord Findon, a few minutes later, in his ear, passing him with a nod and a smile.
He sat down by the dying fire, brooding and miserable. How on earth was he going to get through the next few weeks? Abominable! thoughtlessly cruel! that neither Lord Findon nor Madame de Pastourelles should ever yet have spoken to him of money!
And with a flushed face and dishevelled hair he stood back again, staring first at his canvas and then at his sitter. Madame de Pastourelles sat as still as she could, her thin, numbed fingers lightly crossed on her lap.
'There's a great deal to see already, said Lord Findon. 'But, of course, do as you like. Eugénie, are you ready? 'Please! may I be exhibited? said Madame de Pastourelles to Fenwick, with a smiling appeal. He gave way, dragged the easel into the best light, and fell back while the two men examined the portrait. 'Stay where you are, Eugénie, said Lord Findon, holding up his hand.
As he entered upon the body of his letter, his eyes still recurred to its opening line: 'Dear Madame de Pastourelles. For many years he had never addressed her except as 'My dear friend. Well, that was all gone and over. The memory of her past goodness, of those walks through the Trianon woods, was constantly with him. But he had used her recklessly and selfishly, and she had done with him.
So this was the great world. He was stormily pleased to be in it, and at the same time scornful of it. It seemed to contain not a few ancient shams and hollow pretenders Ah! once more the soft, ingratiating voice beside him. Madame de Pastourelles was expressing a flattering wish to see his picture, of which her father had talked so much.
When Eugénie was in the house the second Lady Findon never seemed to him well dressed. When Fenwick and Cuningham had departed Fenwick in a glow of grateful good-humour, expressing himself effusively to his host Madame de Pastourelles approached her father, smiling. 'That youth has asked me to sit to him. 'The audacious rascal! cried Lord Findon, fuming.
Welby had been already ill, and therewith jealous and tyrannical, for some little time before Madame de Pastourelles had been summoned to the death-bed of her husband! But now! Eugénie shrank aghast before what she saw and what she guessed.
Madame de Pastourelles frowned. 'Of all the words in the dictionary that word is the most detestable! she declared. 'It ought to be banished. Well, thank goodness, it is generally banished. 'That's only because we all like to hide our heads in the sand you who possess the privileges and we who envy them! 'I vow I don't possess any privileges at all, she said, with defiance.
Fenwick replied that since the death of her husband about a year before this date Madame de Pastourelles, worn out with nursing, had been pursuing health in Egypt and elsewhere. Her father, stepmother, and sister had been travelling with her. The sister and she were to stay at Versailles till Christmas. It was a place for which Madame de Pastourelles had an old affection.
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