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"The speech was as pretty as the fan," returned the Vicomtesse, who brought out the stereotyped remark on all occasions. "He told my mother that it was quite time that it should pass from the hands of vice into those of virtue." The English lord looked at Mme. Camusot de Marville with an air of doubt not a little gratifying to so withered a woman.
The Vicomtesse de Fontaine amused herself by eclipsing Emilie in the taste and magnificence that were conspicuous in her dress, her furniture, and her carriages. The satirical spirit in which her brothers and sisters sometimes received the claims avowed by Mademoiselle de Fontaine roused her to wrath that a perfect hailstorm of sharp sayings could hardly mitigate.
Gre who broke the silence at last. "You feel no ill effects from your moving, David?" he asked, with an anxious glance at me. "None, sir," I said. "The country air will do you good," he said kindly. "And Madame la Vicomtesse will put him on a diet," added Nick, rousing himself. "Helene will take care of him," answered Monsieur de St. Gre. He fell to musing again.
For her pride, however misplaced, and for her spirit we must all admire her. The friend who discovered where she was, who went to her and implored Mrs. Temple to let her stay, she refused." "The friend?" he repeated in a low tone. I scarcely dared to glance at the Vicomtesse. "Yes, it was Antoinette," she answered. He did not reply, but his eyes fell.
The Goriot blood shows itself in every movement," said the Vicomtesse, much to Eugene's astonishment. Indeed, Mme. de Beauseant seemed to be engaged in making a survey of the house, and to be unconscious of Mme. Nucingen's existence; but no movement made by the latter was lost upon the Vicomtesse.
Suddenly Antoinette stopped in the middle of the floor, facing the candle, her hands clasped, her eyes wide with fear. We started, Helene and I, as we looked at her. "What is it, my dear?" said the Vicomtesse, laying a hand on her arm. "He will take it," she said, "he will take the fever." A strange thing happened. Many, many times have I thought of it since, and I did not know its meaning then.
For Cliffe during the preceding winter, on his return from some remarkable travels in Persia, had paused on the Riviera, and an affair at Cannes with a French vicomtesse had got into the English papers.
She had married the Vicomte de Talizac with the idea that she would thus obtain a high position at the French Court, knowing well moreover that the immense fortune of the Fongereueses would ensure her princely luxury. The Vicomtesse was both proud and avaricious, and her nature rebelled at the smallest check to her secret aspirations.
A few moments later he was sitting beside Mme. de Beauseant in a brougham, that whirled them through the streets of Paris to a fashionable theatre. It seemed to him that some fairy magic had suddenly transported him into a box facing the stage. All the lorgnettes of the house were pointed at him as he entered, and at the Vicomtesse in her charming toilette. He went from enchantment to enchantment.
Gre crest, broke it, and read: "Mr. Ritchie will confer a favor upon la Vicomtesse d'Ivry-le-Tour if he will come to Monsieur de St. Gre's house at eight to-morrow morning." I bade the reluctant Madame Gravois good night, gained my room, threw off my clothes, and covered myself with the mosquito bar.
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