Bildungsromans; France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Villages -- France -- Fiction
had not been long up from the country, where my mother had the excellent
habit of getting all her servants. Often she had seen them born. That's
the only way to get really good ones. And they're the rarest of
luxuries. And sure enough the Duchesse de La Rochefoucauld had the
greatest difficulty in getting upstairs, for she was an enormous woman,
so enormous, indeed, that when she did come into the room my mother was
quite at a loss for a moment to know where to put her. And then the seat
that Mme. de Praslin had given her caught her eye. 'Won't you sit down?'
she said, bringing it forward. And the Duchess filled it from side to
side. She was quite a pleasant woman, for all her massiveness. 'She
still creates an effect when she comes in,' one of our friends said
once. 'She certainly creates an effect when she goes out,' said my
mother, who was rather more free in her speech than would be thought
proper nowadays. Even in Mme. de La Rochefoucauld's own drawing-room
people weren't afraid to make fun of her to her face (at which she was
always the first to laugh) over her ample proportions. 'But are you all
alone?' my grandmother once asked M. de La Rochefoucauld, when she had
come to pay a call on the Duchess, and being met at the door by him had
not seen his wife who was at the other end of the room. 'Is Mme. de La
Rochefoucauld not at home? I don't see her.'--'How charming of you!'
replied the Duke, who had about the worst judgment of any man I have
ever known, but was not altogether lacking in humour."
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