His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]Zola, Émile
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His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]
Zola, Émile
France -- History -- Second Empire, 1852-1870 -- Fiction
Delestang, indeed, worshipped her. To him she was quite unlike a wife,
but for that very reason exercised the more influence. He shut his eyes
to her caprices, smitten with a terrible fear lest she should leave
him, as she had one day threatened to do. Beneath his meek submission
there was probably a feeling that she was his superior, well able to do
whatever she liked with him. In society he treated her almost like a
child, and spoke to her with the complacency of a serious man. But when
they were by themselves, this handsome fellow, with the haughty head,
would burst into tears if she would not let him kiss her. The only
check he put upon her was to take possession of the keys of the first
floor rooms, in order that the reception apartments might be kept free
from grease and dirt.
Rougon, though he failed in some things, managed to induce Clorinde
to dress a little more like other people. With all her failings she
was very shrewd, with the shrewdness of those lunatics who in lucid
intervals manage to appear perfectly rational before strangers. He met
her at certain houses, looking very demure and reserved, allowing her
husband to do all the talking, and remaining quite decorous amidst the
admiration excited by her beauty. At her own house, Rougon frequently
found M. de Plouguern, and Clorinde would sit between them making
playful remarks, while they poured forth moral disquisitions for her
benefit. Sometimes the old senator would familiarly pat the girl's
cheeks, much to Rougon's annoyance, though he never ventured to express
what he thought on the subject. He was more courageous with regard to
Luigi Pozzo, Chevalier Rusconi's secretary, whom he had frequently
noticed leaving the house at unusual hours. When he hinted to the young
woman that this might compromise her very seriously, she raised her
eyes with a pretty look of surprise, and burst out laughing. She didn't
care for what people thought, she cried. Besides, Luigi counted for
nothing. He was her cousin, and he brought her little Milanese cakes,
which he purchased for her in the Passage Colbert.
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