All was reflected there--the soft-toned carpet, the bath of English
porcelain, the wide marble washhand-stand with its silver fittings and
its host of small toilet necessaries. Did the sight of all these things
remind her of the divers conditions that secured her this happy
existence? In any case, it was of her husband she was thinking when she
exclaimed, 'The dear, good fellow!' The sparkling diamonds that she had
kept in her ears recalled thoughts of Desforges, and following close
upon the other came the mental exclamation, 'Dear, kind friend!' These
two contradictory impressions became as easily reconciled in the head
adorned with those long silken tresses as the two facts were reconciled
in life. Women excel in these moral mosaics, which appear less monstrous
when the process of their construction has been carefully watched. This
fair Parisian of thirty was certainly as thoroughly corrupted as it is
possible to be; but, to do her justice, it must be said at once that she
was unaware of it, so passive had she been with regard to the
circumstances that had gradually reduced her to this state of
unconscious immorality.
When Suzanne had allowed herself to be married to Paul Moraines two
years before the war of 1870 she had felt neither repugnance nor
enthusiasm. The matter had been arranged by the two families; old
Moraines, a senator ever since the establishment of the Second Empire,
belonged to the same set as old Bois-Dauffin, and Paul, who was then an
officer of the Council of State, a good dancer and a charming ladies'
man, seemed made for her, as she did for him. For the first two years
they formed what is called in women's parlance 'a sweet couple;' it was
one round of balls, suppers, and theatre parties, with rural festivities
in summer and hunting parties in autumn, all of which both of them
enjoyed to the full. Paul himself well defined the kind of relations
that bound him to his wife amidst these continual pleasures. 'You are as
bewitching as a mistress,' he would say to her as he kissed her in the
brougham that took them home at one in the morning.
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