A Distinguished Provincial at ParisBalzac, Honoré de
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A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
Balzac, Honoré de
France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English
After a revulsion of feeling such as had taken place in Mme. de Bargeton
and Lucien, strange things come to pass in a brief space of time, and
any revolution within us is controlled by laws that work with great
swiftness. Châtelet’s sage and politic words as to Lucien, spoken on
the way home from the Vaudeville, were fresh in Louise’s memory. Every
phrase was a prophecy, it seemed as if Lucien had set himself to fulfil
the predictions one by one. When Lucien and Mme. de Bargeton had parted
with their illusions concerning each other, the luckless youth, with
a destiny not unlike Rousseau’s, went so far in his predecessor’s
footsteps that he was captivated by the great lady and smitten with
Mme. d’Espard at first sight. Young men and men who remember their young
emotions can see that this was only what might have been looked for.
Mme. d’Espard with her dainty ways, her delicate enunciation, and the
refined tones of her voice; the fragile woman so envied, of such high
place and high degree, appeared before the poet as Mme. de Bargeton had
appeared to him in Angoulême. His fickle nature prompted him to desire
influence in that lofty sphere at once, and the surest way to secure
such influence was to possess the woman who exerted it, and then
everything would be his. He had succeeded at Angoulême, why should he
not succeed in Paris?
Involuntarily, and despite the novel counter fascination of the stage,
his eyes turned to the Célimène in her splendor; he glanced furtively at
her every moment; the longer he looked, the more he desired to look at
her. Mme. de Bargeton caught the gleam in Lucien’s eyes, and saw that
he found the Marquise more interesting than the opera. If Lucien had
forsaken her for the fifty daughters of Danaus, she could have borne his
desertion with equanimity; but another glance—bolder, more ardent and
unmistakable than any before—revealed the state of Lucien’s feelings.
She grew jealous, but not so much for the future as for the past.
“He never gave me such a look,” she thought. “Dear me! Châtelet was
right!”
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