French fiction -- Translations into English; Short stories, French -- Translations into English
All which I had learned in half an hour. Then I passed on to politics,
and catechized him thereon. This is a very, very important question,
and I have fully made up my mind to have no misunderstandings on that
head. Poor mama has suffered cruelly, and I am resolved not to expose
myself to like annoyances.
Mama has been very happy with papa--except from a political standpoint.
She was very young when she was married. Her family was an ancient
one, and of strict monarchical principles. So was papa. So far, so
good. But toward the end of 1865 papa went over to the Empire. It was
not because his opinions had changed--he took the step out of goodness
of heart. Poor papa is _so_ good--too good in fact. His change in
politics was due to his devotion to my Uncle Armand, his brother, who
is now general of division. He was only a captain then, and had had no
promotion for ages. He was not in favor because papa refused to set
foot in the Tuileries in spite of the many advances made to him. So at
last papa, who adored Uncle Armand, accepted an invitation and promised
to present mama. That was a veritable triumph for the Empire, for there
is no bluer blood in France than that of mama's family.
Mama passed the day of the presentation in tears. She was, however,
forced to obey, but _en route_ there was a frightful scene in the
landau. Mama became obstinate, and declared that she would not be
presented. She wanted to get out of the carriage into the street,
although she was wearing white satin shoes and a crown of roses, and
it was snowing heavily at the time. At length she became quieter, and
resigned herself to her fate.
A fortnight afterward Uncle Armand received a decoration, and at the
end of six months was chief of a squadron. But the affair caused many
doors to be shut against papa and mama. That caused him no trouble--not
a bit; in fact, he was rather pleased than otherwise. He detests
society, and always has his club. But society is mama's life-breath,
and she is not a member of the "Jockey," so she suffered cruelly.
Nearly all the doors which were shut have since been opened--that is
to say, since the establishment of the Republic, because since then
many things have been forgotten. The remainder would be thrown open
to me were I once Comtesse de Martelle-Simieuse. I should be received
everywhere with open arms. Since the beginning of the century the
political attitude of the Martelle-Simieuses has been irreproachable.
It did not even trip during the Empire.
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