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Seeing herself in the glass, Miss Wilcox blushed with pleasure. "My husband was so fond of clothes," she murmured to the vendeuse with a break in her voice, "and he always said that nothing became a woman like black." There is a little village on the Seine. An old grey church nestles among the huddling houses.
The former was as grotesque a type of the jolly old vendeuse of Paris as it would be possible to find. A low, winey humor twinkled in her little black eyes, hidden in wrinkly wads of fat; her nose glowed with good feeling; her toothless mouth smirked good-naturedly.
Then, struck by some look in my face, she said, "The Viscountess Grenellen, is it not?" The elder vendeuse, who probably knew Lady Grenellen by sight, was green with apprehension that some shocking gaff had been committed. For one second I hesitated, then: "The things I have ordered are for Lady Grenellen," I said, calmly. Mercifully we are about the same height.
Patterns were discussed in hushed but intense undertones, faint but all-important modifications were offered by the vendeuse to bridge the gulf between the figures of the mannequins and those of the clients. The brave longing of a squat pigeon to have the model reproduced "textuellement" was resolutely suppressed. Marthe was discussing her vendeuse's child....
Even he half appreciated the sense of humor involved; though his dignity did not permit a visible acknowledgment thereof. Madame la vendeuse de cafe, I shall remember you for more than a little while. Having thus consummated breakfast, my guardian suggested a walk. Agreed. I felt I had the strength of ten because the coffee was pure.
I spoke distinctly, and perhaps more loudly than usual, as I find shop-people so stupid with names. A young vendeuse, who heard me as she entered the room, now came up. "Oh, this is Madam Henriette's order, Madam Green," she said to the elder woman who had been attending upon me.
He was feeling foolish and fascinated dressing was evidently a religion with the most solemn rites in the world. The gravity and concentration of every one astounded him the firm vendeuse refusing to allow her cliente any freedom of choice. The pathetic cliente pining in vain for forbidden fruit the hopelessly ugly and unrewarding, who alone were permitted to follow their fancies.
Through this soft-spoken person, who bears the title of première vendeuse, or first saleswoman, the customers are put into communication either with the great artist himself or simply with one of the premières, or heads of departments, if their orders are not of sufficient importance to justify an interruption of the great man in his innumerable and absorbing occupations.
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