She had very well understood that a certain class of society, however
divided in opinion it may be, is always held together by some
indissoluble tie of kinship or expediency, and that, upon occasion, all
its shades of difference are blended by one animating spirit of caste or
of common interest. She was quite well aware, then, that she needed
acquaintance with the Faubourg St. Germain, where her husband was not
usually admitted, and, thanks to Madame de Villemer, whose good-nature
she had adroitly captivated by her prattle and untiring "availability,"
she had gained a foothold in certain drawing-rooms, where she pleased
people and passed for an amiable child of no great consequence.
This child was already twenty-eight years old and did not appear more
than twenty-two or twenty-three, although balls were a little fatiguing
to her; she had managed to preserve so much engaging sauciness and
simplicity that no one perceived her growing a trifle too fleshy. She
showed her little dazzling teeth when she smiled, lisped in her speech,
and seemed intoxicated with dress and pleasure. In fine, no one
suspected her and perhaps there was really nothing to dread in her,
since her first interest was to appear good-natured and to make herself
inoffensive; but it required great exertion in any one who did not want
to find himself suddenly entangled with her.
It was in this way that, without being on her guard and all the while
declaring that she would take no step to influence the ministry of the
citizen king, Madame de Villemer had found herself inveigled into
affecting more or less directly Léonie's withdrawal from her province.
Thanks to Madame de Villemer and to the Duke d'Aléria, M. d'Arglade had
just received an appointment in Paris, and his wife had written to the
Marchioness:--
"Dear Madame, I owe to you my life; you are my guardian angel. I quit
the South, and I shall only touch at Paris; for, before establishing
myself there, before beginning to rejoice and amuse myself, before
everything, in a word, I want to go and thank you and prostrate myself
before you at Séval for twenty-four hours, and tell you during those
twenty-four hours how much I love you and bless you.
"I will be with you on the 10th of June. Say to his Grace the Duke that
it will be the 9th or the 11th, and that, in the mean time, I thank him
for having been so kind to my husband, who is going to write him on his
own account."
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