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Updated: May 13, 2025
"The smiles of Fortune must be sweet, Mademoiselle," said the General, bowing low. "Not so sweet as those of Glory, General," Zibeline replied, with a pretty air of deference. "She possesses a decidedly ready wit," said Madame de Lisieux in a confidential aside.
A thaw had begun, not yet transforming the gutters into yellow torrents rushing toward the openings of the sewer, but covering the streets with thick, black mud, over which the wheels rolled noiselessly. "Your carriage is late, is it not?" said Zibeline, after the General had handed her into the brougham. "My carriage?" said the General. "Behold it!"
"I should be able to do so, if ever we could have our match," said Zibeline. "Will you try it now?" "Come on!" She nodded, gave him her hand an instant, and they set off, side by side, followed by Zibeline's groom, no less well mounted than she, and wearing turned-over boots, bordered with a band of fawn-colored leather, according to the fashion.
An event so unexpected as the enthronement of Zibeline in one of the two large boxes between the columns, in company with the Duchesse de Montgeron, Madame de Lisieux, and Madame de Nointel, did not escape their observation and comment. "The Duchess is never thoughtless in her choice of associates," said one of the ten.
"The order of the Zibeline," Valentine replied, with a frank burst of laughter. "What? do you know " stammered the author of the nickname, blushing up to her ears. "Do not disturb yourself, Madame! The zibeline is a little animal which is becoming more and more rare. They never have been found at all in my country, which I regret," said Mademoiselle de Vermont graciously.
By a lucky chance, the horse had fallen on his right side, so that his rider's limbs and skirt had not been caught. Unhorsed by the violence of the shock, Zibeline had gone over the animal's head and fallen on the other side of the brook.
He appeared, on the side nearest the observer, to be pawing the ground impatiently with his hoof, a movement which seemed to be facilitated by his rider, who, drawn in a three-quarters view and extending her hand, allowed the reins to fall over the shoulders of her pure-blooded mount. "What do you think of it?" Zibeline inquired of General de Prerolles.
During the feverish flight which drew these two together, their breasts touched, the bosom of the enchantress leaned against the broad chest of the vigorous soldier, her soft hair caressed his cheek, he inhaled a subtle Perfume, and a sudden intoxication overflowed his heart, which he had tried to make as stern and immobile as his face. "How well you waltz!" murmured Zibeline, in his ear.
She made a little sound with her tongue, and the two cobs set off in the direction indicated, the crowds they passed stopping to admire their high action, and asking one another who was that pretty woman who was escorted by two generals, the one French, the other a foreigner. "I must look like a treaty of peace in a Franco-Russian alliance!" said Zibeline, gayly.
The footpath, winding along near the railway embankment, ended at a bridge, where Zibeline awaited the three visitors. A significant pressure of her hand showed Henri how little cause he had had for his apprehensions. They entered. Seen from the main entrance, the metamorphosis of the place was complete.
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