Domestic fiction; Sisters -- Fiction; Women -- England -- Fiction
She tracked him as far as the Rue de Rivoli, and then lost him. There
were vast surging crowds in the Rue de Rivoli, and much bunting, and
soldiers and gesticulatory policemen. The general effect of the street
was that all things were brightly waving in the breeze. She was caught
in the crowd as in the current of a stream, and when she tried to sidle
out of it into a square, a row of smiling policemen barred her passage;
she was a part of the traffic that they had to regulate. She drifted
till the Louvre came into view. After all, Gerald had only strolled
forth to see the sight of the day, whatever it might be! She knew not
what it was. She had no curiosity about it. In the middle of all that
thickening mass of humanity, staring with one accord at the vast
monument of royal and imperial vanities, she thought, with her
characteristic grimness, of the sacrifice of her whole career as a
school-teacher for the chance of seeing Gerald once a quarter in the
shop. She gloated over that, as a sick appetite will gloat over tainted
food. And she saw the shop, and the curve of the stairs up to the
showroom, and the pier-glass in the showroom.
Then the guns began to boom again, and splendid carriages swept one
after another from under a majestic archway and glittered westward down
a lane of spotless splendid uniforms. The carriages were laden with
still more splendid uniforms, and with enchanting toilets. Sophia, in
her modestly stylish black, mechanically noticed how much easier it was
for attired women to sit in a carriage now that crinolines had gone.
That was the sole impression made upon her by this glimpse of the last
fete of the Napoleonic Empire. She knew not that the supreme pillars of
imperialism were exhibiting themselves before her; and that the eyes of
those uniforms and those toilettes were full of the legendary beauty of
Eugenie, and their ears echoing to the long phrases of Napoleon the
Third about his gratitude to his people for their confidence in him as
shown by the plebiscite, and about the ratification of constitutional
reforms guaranteeing order, and about the empire having been
strengthened at its base, and about showing force by moderation and
envisaging the future without fear, and about the bosom of peace and
liberty, and the eternal continuance of his dynasty.
She just wondered vaguely what was afoot.
When the last carriage had rolled away, and the guns and acclamations
had ceased, the crowd at length began to scatter. She was carried by it
into the Place du Palais Royal, and in a few moments she managed to
withdraw into the Rue des Bons Enfants and was free.
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