French fiction -- 20th century -- Translations into English
She seemed to be looking for something at her feet. Then she rose,
without haste, and, coldly bowing and bowed to, went out.
No one who saw her in the street, walking along with her rhythmic step,
her head high, her cool, correct, indifferent air, would have suspected
the storm of contempt that was making her wounded heart leap. But, once
in the Boulogne house, she shut herself up in her room with the child
and pressed him to her with bitter tears. And she laughed defiantly.
VI
There were plenty of interesting houses in Paris where Annette would
have been honorably received--especially in the society that should have
been familiar to the daughter of Rivière the architect, among those
artists who live on the fringe of social Philistia, who, though they are
endowed with the traditional family spirit, have no prejudices and carry
the bourgeois virtues even into free unions. But Annette had little
acquaintance among the women of the artistic world. With a very orderly
mind and reserved manners that were anything but Bohemian, she had
little taste for their habits and conversation, though she had plenty of
respect for their great qualities of courage, good nature and endurance.
For it is certainly true that in ordinary life relations are founded
much less on respect than on a community of instincts and habits.
Besides, Raoul Rivière had long ago dropped his old companions. As soon
as his success had permitted him to enter the sphere of wealth and
official honors, this man of strong appetites had broken with the _haud
aurea mediocritas_. He had been too intelligent not to appreciate the
society of men who worked more than that of the Parisian drawing-rooms
which he criticized among his intimates with cruel irony, but he had
established himself in the latter because it gave him a wider pasturage.
He had managed to escape secretly into other and very mixed circles,
where he was able to satisfy his passion for pleasure and his need of
unrestrained independence, for he led a double or triple life. But few
were aware of this, and his daughter had had no knowledge of anything
but his outward and business life.
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