The Maid of Honour: A Tale of the Dark Days of France. Vol. 2 (of 3) — John Shaqi
The Maid of Honour: A Tale of the Dark Days of France. Vol. 2 (of 3)Wingfield, Lewis
History
The Maid of Honour: A Tale of the Dark Days of France. Vol. 2 (of 3)
Wingfield, Lewis
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"Impertinent, am I?" cried mademoiselle, losing her temper. "Since you
wish it, I will speak plainly. Here, within these gaunt grey walls,
what passes within concerns nobody without; but if we should have to
fly--which may or may not prove expedient--we shall be dwelling in a
public place, where others will criticise our acts. It will be said
that the Marquise de Gange is a mean-spirited creature to eat her
bread on sufferance at the table of a man who hates her, and of his
mistress who treats her with contumely. That is what will be said of
the pretty, empty-headed doll who was too stupid to hold her place as
the reigning belle of Paris. They will also say that she is bad, as
well as mean, to have abandoned her own offspring to the mistress to
mould according to her fancy. Madame will probably now perceive that
her presence with us anywhere except in the privacy of Lorge, will be
an abiding source of scandal."
His mistress! The brazen wretch!--confessed--nay, gloried--in her
shame; and the unhappy wife had striven so hard to believe that there
was nothing but _camaraderie_ between them.
"You wicked, wicked woman!" Gabrielle gasped, choking. "I have never
wittingly done you aught but kindness. You are a fiend."
"A fiend!" echoed Aglaé, amused, stretching herself luxuriously with
loose limbs as the tigress does, while she proceeded.
"Every female envelope contains an angel and a devil combating; which
gains the mastery depends upon the men, who, I regret to say, are
usually guided by the lowest motives. That is an elementary lesson
which I think I shall teach Camille. I shall teach the darling many
curious things before I've done with her."
A hit--a palpable hit, which went straight to the quivering goal. It
was a fact that the future of the dear ones was in this monster's
keeping. She was as evil as the abbé. If it suited her she would not
scruple to sow in their white souls the seeds of vice. How appalling!
Forgetful always of herself, the mother had striven to be comforted
with the assurance that though she was thrust forth from Eden, those
she adored were well guarded. The woman's conduct, as far as concerned
the children, had been irreproachable: she had treated them with
affection; but knowing her now as she really was, Gabrielle could see
with a thrill of dismay that she was unencumbered by such scruples as
keep ordinary mortals in check; was governed by expediency alone.
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