She had seen the poet twice. That she, the mistress, almost the pupil,
of the elegant Desforges; she, the very pattern of the Society belle,
who had sold herself for all this fine perfumed linen in which she
wrapped her beauty--for these soft, silken skirts which her maid was now
fastening about her waist and for the countless luxuries that a
licentious woman of fashion delights in, that she could so forget
herself as to be captivated by the eyes and words of a chance poetaster,
seen to-day and forgotten to-morrow, was well nigh impossible. She had
said 'Impossible!' and yet here she was thinking of him again. How
strange it was that ever since meeting René she had been unable to rid
herself of the alluring hope of winning him! If anyone had used that
old-fashioned phrase, 'Love at first sight,' in her hearing, she would
have shrugged those pretty shoulders whose graceful contours were now
revealed by her low-necked Opera gown and whose whiteness was enhanced
by the single string of pearls she wore; and yet, what other words could
describe the sudden and ardent feelings that her meeting with the poet
had inspired--feelings that were hourly growing more intense?
The fact of the matter was that for some months past Suzanne had been
somewhat bored between her husband--'the dear, good fellow'--and her
'dear, kind friend,' the Baron. The life of pleasure and of luxury for
which she had made so many sacrifices seemed to her empty and dull. This
she called 'being too happy.' 'I ought to have a little trouble,' she
would say, with a laugh. Incessant indulgence had destroyed her appetite
for enjoyment and made her a prey to the moral and physical weariness
that frequently causes _demi-mondaines_ to suddenly throw up a position
which it has cost them much labour to attain. They require fresh
sensations, and, above all, that of love. They will commit any folly
when once they have met the man who is able to make them feel something
beyond their former empty delights--one whom their less elegant sisters
would expressively term 'their sort.'
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