I must now speak of these two gentlemen, of whom I have yet told you but
a few words. I have seen the Marquis from the first day of my
installation here. Every morning from noon to one o'clock, and every
evening from eleven till midnight, he passes with his mother. Besides,
he dines with her quite frequently. I have therefore had time to observe
him, and I imagine that I already know him tolerably well. He is a young
man who appears to me to have had no youth. His health is delicate, and
his mind, which is cultivated and elevated, is engaged in a struggle
against some secret grief, or a natural tendency to sadness. He could
not have an external appearance less striking at first sight, and
exciting more sympathy in proportion to the degree in which his face
reveals itself. He is neither tall nor short, neither handsome nor
homely. There is nothing negligent or studied in his style of dress. He
seems to have an instinctive aversion to everything which might draw
attention to the person. Yet one sees very soon that he is no ordinary
man. The few words which he says to you have a deep or delicate meaning,
and his eyes, when they lose the perplexity of a certain shyness, are so
handsome, so good, so intelligent, that I do not believe I ever met
their equals.
His conduct toward his mother is admirable and paints him at full
length. I saw him pay out several millions, all his personal fortune, to
discharge the rash debts of the elder son, and he never frowned, never
said a word, never showed any vexation or regret. The weaker she was
toward this ungrateful and graceless son, the more tender and devoted
and respectful was the Marquis. You see it is impossible not to esteem
this man, and, as for me, I feel a sort of veneration for him.
His conversation, too, is very agreeable. He scarcely speaks at all in
society; but in intimacy, when the first reserve is worn off, he talks
charmingly. He is not only a cultivated man, he is a well of science. I
believe he has read everything, for upon whatever subject you suggest,
he is interesting, and proves that he has sounded it to the bottom. His
conversation is so necessary to his mother, that when anything prevents
his accustomed visit or lessens its duration, she is restless, and, as
it were, out of her reckoning for the remainder of the day.
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