Mademoiselle de Maupin, Volume 2 (of 2) — John Shaqi
Mademoiselle de Maupin, Volume 2 (of 2)Gautier, Théophile
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Mademoiselle de Maupin, Volume 2 (of 2)
Gautier, Théophile
French fiction -- Translations into English
I learned, from some sentences that escaped them, that they were on
their way to the court, which was then at--, where they expected to
meet other friends. I told them that I was a young gentleman just from
the University, on my way to visit my kins-men in the provinces by
the true student's road, that is to say the longest he can find. That
made them laugh, and after some comments on my innocent and artless
appearance, they asked me if I had a mistress. I answered that I knew
nothing about mistresses, whereat they laughed still louder. Bottle
succeeded bottle with great rapidity; although I was careful almost
always to leave my glass full, my head was a little heated, and, not
losing sight of my idea, I managed to turn the conversation upon women.
It was no difficult task; for, after theology and æsthetics, it is the
subject upon which men talk most freely when they are drunk.
My companions were not exactly drunk, they carried their wine too well
for that; but they began to enter upon moral discussions that had no
end and to rest their elbows unceremoniously on the table.--One of them
had gone so far as to put his arm about the extensive waist of one of
the maid-servants, and was nodding his head most amorously; another
swore that he should burst on the spot, like a toad that has been made
to take snuff, unless Jeannette would let him give her a kiss on each
of the great red apples that served her as cheeks. And Jeannette, not
wishing that he should burst like a toad, gave him permission with very
good grace and did not even check a hand that stole audaciously between
the folds of her neckerchief into the moist valley of her breast,
very insecurely guarded by a little golden cross, and not until he
had exchanged some words with her in an undertone did he allow her to
remove the dishes.
And yet they were habitués of the court and young men of refined
manners, and unless I had seen it myself I should never have thought
of accusing them of such familiarity with servants at an inn.--It is
probable that they had just left charming mistresses, to whom they had
sworn the mightiest oaths known to man: upon my word, it would never
have occurred to me to request my lover not to sully lips on which I
had placed mine, by contact with the cheeks of a clumsy wench.
The rascal seemed to take as much pleasure in that kiss as if he had
kissed Phyllis or Oriana; it was a loud kiss, solidly and honestly
bestowed, and left two little white marks on the fiery cheek of the
damsel, who wiped them away with the back of the hand that had just
been washing the dishes.--I do not believe that he had ever bestowed
one so naturally affectionate on the chaste deity of his heart.--That
was his thought apparently, for he said in an undertone and with a
disdainful shrug:
"To the devil with thin women and high-flown sentiments!"
That moral maxim seemed to suit the party, and all nodded their heads
approvingly.
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