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Nothing is more dreary, more sulky, than a dinner where all the guests are strangers, so it was for their sake that I hailed you in but you will come another time for mine, I hope? Say that you will." And for a few minutes she moved about the room with Stidmann, wholly occupied with him. Crevel and Hulot were announced separately, and then a deputy named Beauvisage.
Steinbock, with Polish vainglory, wanted to appear familiar with this drawing-room fairy. After defying Stidmann, Vignon, and Crevel with a look, he took Valerie's hand and forced her to sit down by him on the settee. "You are rather too lordly, Count Steinbock," said she, resisting a little. But she laughed as she dropped on to the seat, not without arranging the rosebud pinned into her bodice.
The cook presently returned to say, unfortunately in loud tones, that her master was not in the studio. In the midst of her anguish, Hortense heard, and the hysterical fit came on again. "Go and fetch madame's mother," said Louise to the cook. "Quick run!" "If I knew where to find Steinbock, I would go and fetch him!" exclaimed Stidmann in despair. "He is with that woman!" cried the unhappy wife.
Stidmann, without knowing what mischief he had done, saw that he had blundered. The Countess did not finish her sentence; she simply fainted away. The artist rang, and the maid came in. When Louise tried to get her mistress into her bedroom, a serious nervous attack came on, with violent hysterics.
Such a group as this, and one of the ferocious Judith, would epitomize woman. Virtue cuts off your head; vice only cuts off your hair. Take care of your wigs, gentlemen!" And she left the artists quite overpowered, to sing her praises in concert with the critic. "It is impossible to be more bewitching!" cried Stidmann.
Valerie, informed the same evening of this success, insisted that Hulot should go to invite Stidmann, Claude Vignon, and Steinbock to dinner; for she was beginning to tyrannize over him as women of that type tyrannize over old men, who trot round town, and go to make interest with every one who is necessary to the interests or the vanity of their task-mistress.
Subsequently, Sonet and Vitelot had turned the Three Glorious Days "les trois glorieuses" into the Army, Finance, and the Family, and sent in the design for the sepulchre of the late lamented Charles Keller; and here again Stidmann took the commission.
Stidmann, whom I besought to tell me the truth, broke my heart by confessing that his own opinion agreed with that of every other artist, of the critics, and the public.
"You did not take a coach to come home?" "No." "And you have walked from the Rue des Tournelles?" "Stidmann and Bixiou came back with me along the boulevards as far as the Madeleine, talking all the way." "It is dry then on the boulevards and the Place de la Concorde and the Rue de Bourgogne? You are not muddy at all!" said Hortense, looking at her husband's patent leather boots.
"And what did Wenceslas think of her?" asked poor Hortense, trying to keep calm. "He said nothing about her to me." "I will only say one thing," said Stidmann, "and that is, that I think her a very dangerous woman." Hortense turned as pale as a woman after childbirth. "So it was at at Madame Marneffe's that you dined and not not with Chanor?" said she, "yesterday and Wenceslas and he "
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