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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Not possible," said Vandenesse. "Why not?" "That mask is your ex-rival; but you needn't fear her now." "Well, she might have had the grace to say thank you," cried Florine. "But you have the fifty thousand francs instead," said Vandenesse, bowing to her. It is extremely rare for young men, when driven to suicide, to attempt it a second time if the first fails.
I pray every Sunday for her and for all her family; I send yearly to her niece in Touraine, Madame de Mortsauf, all her perfumery. I get a good deal of custom through them; there's Monsieur de Vandenesse who spends twelve hundred francs a year with us.
Behold the noble figure which stood before me and pointed to the right path among the cross-ways at which I stood. To Monsieur le Vicomte Felix de Vandenesse: What happiness for me, dear friend, to gather the scattered elements of my experience that I may arm you against the dangers of the world, through which I pray that you pass scatheless.
He is the Vicomte Felix de Vandenesse, one of the King's private secretaries. The King is fond enough of young men of talent, and Vandenesse came from the provinces with baggage nearly as light as yours. You are a thousand times cleverer than he; but do you belong to a great family, have you a name?
"My dear fellow," said de Marsay, addressing Felix de Vandenesse, "that young Rastignac is soaring away like a paper-kite. Look at him in the Marquise de Listomere's box; he is making progress, he is putting up his eyeglass at us! He knows this gentleman, no doubt," added the dandy, speaking to Lucien, and looking elsewhere.
The most amusing society, but also the most mixed, which Madame Felix de Vandenesse frequented, was that of the Comtesse de Montcornet, a charming little woman, who received illustrious artists, leading financial personages, distinguished writers; but only after subjecting them to so rigid an examination that the most exclusive aristocrat had nothing to fear in coming in contact with this second-class society.
Either carry off Madame de Vandenesse, or show yourself a gentleman. As it is, you are playing the lover in one of your own books." Nathan listened with his head lowered; he was like a lion caught in a toil. "I'll never set foot in this house again," he cried. "That papier-mache marquise sells her tea too dear. She thinks me amusing!
The Comtesse de Vandenesse is happy; her husband gives her too much freedom not to make her truly attached to him. Besides, if your supposition were true, she would never have told me of such a matter." "It is true," he said, "and I forbid you to have anything to do with the affair. My interests demand that the man shall go to prison. Remember my orders." Madame du Tillet left the room.
The dreadful story of a life told in three sentences, with that twisting of the fingers for all comment, the might of anguish in a fragile woman, the dark depths masked by a fair face, the tears of four years of mourning fascinated Vandenesse; he sat silent and diminished in the presence of her woman's greatness and nobleness, seeing not the physical beauty so exquisite, so perfectly complete, but the soul so great in its power to feel.
"You will be very much amused," replied Vandenesse. "With such weapons in hand you can cut Nathan's complacency to the quick, and you will also do him a great service.
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