It was the first time that this indolent and retiring person had showed
herself to Parisian society, and M. Jansoulet seemed very happy and
proud that she had been willing to preside over his party; which
undertaking, for that matter, did not cost the lady much trouble, for,
leaving her husband to receive the guests in the first drawing-room,
she went and lay down on the divan of the small Japanese room, wedged
between two piles of cushions, motionless, so that you could see her
from a distance right in the background, looking like an idol, beneath
the great fan which her negro waved regularly like a piece of clockwork.
These foreign women possess an assurance!
All the same, the Nabob’s irritation had struck me, and seeing the
_valet de chambre_ go by, descending the staircase four steps at a time,
I caught him on the wing and whispered in his ear:
“What’s the matter, then, with your governor, M. Noel?”
“It is the article in the _Messenger_,” was his reply, and I had to
give up the idea of learning anything further for the moment, the
loud ringing of a bell announcing that the first carriage had arrived,
followed soon by a crowd of others.
Wholly absorbed in my occupation, careful to utter clearly the names
which were given to me, and to make them echo from salon to salon, I
had no longer a thought for anything besides. It is no easy business to
announce in a proper manner persons who are always under the impression
that their name must be known, whisper it under their breath as they
pass, and then are surprised to hear you murder it with the finest
accent, and are almost angry with you on account of those entrances
which, missing fire and greeted with little smiles, follow upon an
ill-made announcement. At M. Jansoulet’s, what made the work still
more difficult for me was the number of foreigners--Turks, Egyptians,
Persians, Tunisians. I say nothing of the Corsicans, who were very
numerous that day, because during my four years at the Territorial I
have become accustomed to the pronunciation of those high-sounding,
interminable names, always followed by that of the locality: “Paganetti
de Porto Vecchio, Bastelica di Bonifacio, Paianatchi de Barbicaglia.”
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