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
Splendid! The abbé was delighted, for this was quite the mental
condition in which he wished to see his brother. If the fortune had
been left in the hands of the husband, as would have been proper, the
tactics of the astute one would have been mapped out with simple
clearness. He would have exerted his power over the marquis to obtain
his share of the spoil. But with one to whom intrigue was as the
breath of life, so humdrum a way of settling business could not find
favour. If we would break up a bundle of sticks, we untie the string
that binds them and operate separately upon each. Was it not possible
finally to stop personal communication between the husband and the
wife, and establish himself as go-between, availing himself of
opportunities? The further he kept them apart the greater his own
influence would be, and, as things were, it might soon be of the
greatest importance to establish a firm authority. To this end,
therefore, he patted his fuming brother on the shoulder with
affectionate familiarity.
"Come, come!" he laughed. "It is only silly children who quarrel with
their bread and butter. The proceedings of the maréchal were malignant
and preposterous. Curb your feelings, and bury your chagrin deep down,
and never let her guess your most righteous indignation. You shall not
be so far degraded if I can help it, as to have to sue in person for
money. She likes and trusts me. Let me be your _homme d'affaires_, and
act as mediator between you."
Clovis was grateful for being thus saved from a humiliating position,
and Gabrielle tacitly agreed to the arrangement without reflecting
much upon the subject. She naturally shrank from too frequent converse
with the man whom she had ceased to love.
"What he wants for his pleasures, he can have, and welcome," she said,
with a sad smile; "but he must not be unduly extravagant. I am going
to blossom out into a terrible woman of business for the sake of
Victor and Camille. When they come of age they shall have cause to
bless me for my thrift."
A woman of business? That would never do. But there was no danger of
it. The charming lady was not endowed with business capacities. This
infant-worship of hers was rather tiresome. Would it lead to
mortifying complications? _Not_ if the sensitive instrument of
her character was played upon with caution. To think that that
never-sufficiently-to-be-execrated Aglaé should have been such a fool
as to try and strike at her through the adored cherubs--apples of the
maternal eyes!
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