Didactic fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English; Paris (France) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
This letter was a thunderbolt; the Baron could read in it the intestine
warfare between civil and military authorities, which to this day
hampers the Government, and he was required to invent on the spot some
palliative for the difficulty that stared him in the face. He desired
the soldier to come back next day, dismissing him with splendid promises
of promotion, and he returned to the drawing-room. “Good-day
and good-bye, brother,” said he to the Marshal.--“Good-bye,
children.--Good-bye, my dear Adeline.--And what are you going to do,
Lisbeth?” he asked.
“I?--I am going to keep house for the Marshal, for I must end my days
doing what I can for one or another of you.”
“Do not leave Valerie till I have seen you again,” said Hulot in his
cousin’s ear.--“Good-bye, Hortense, refractory little puss; try to be
reasonable. I have important business to be attended to at once; we will
discuss your reconciliation another time. Now, think it over, my child,”
said he as he kissed her.
And he went away, so evidently uneasy, that his wife and children felt
the gravest apprehensions.
“Lisbeth,” said the Baroness, “I must find out what is wrong with
Hector; I never saw him in such a state. Stay a day or two longer with
that woman; he tells her everything, and we can then learn what has so
suddenly upset him. Be quite easy; we will arrange your marriage to the
Marshal, for it is really necessary.”
“I shall never forget the courage you have shown this morning,” said
Hortense, embracing Lisbeth.
“You have avenged our poor mother,” said Victorin.
The Marshal looked on with curiosity at all the display of affection
lavished on Lisbeth, who went off to report the scene to Valerie.
This sketch will enable guileless souls to understand what various
mischief Madame Marneffes may do in a family, and the means by which
they reach poor virtuous wives apparently so far out of their ken. And
then, if we only transfer, in fancy, such doings to the upper class of
society about a throne, and if we consider what kings’ mistresses must
have cost them, we may estimate the debt owed by a nation to a sovereign
who sets the example of a decent and domestic life.
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