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which was supple and yet not fragile; had no terrors for maternity;

like those of girls who seek beauty by the fatal pressure of a corset。

Steel and dimity and lacings defined but did not create the serpentine

lines of the elegant figure; graceful as that of a young poplar

swaying in the wind。



A pearl…gray dress with crimson trimmings; made with a long waist;

modestly outlined the bust and covered the shoulders; still rather

thin; with a chemisette which left nothing to view but the first

curves of the throat where it joined the shoulders。 From the aspect of

the young girl's face; at once ethereal and intelligent; where the

delicacy of a Greek nose with its rosy nostrils and firm modelling

marked something positive and defined; where the poetry enthroned upon

an almost mystic brow seemed belied at times by the pleasure…loving

expression of the mouth; where candor claimed the depths profound and

varied of the eye; and disputed them with a spirit of irony that was

trained and educated;from all these signs an observer would have

felt that this young girl; with the keen; alert ear that waked at

every sound; with a nostril open to catch the fragrance of the

celestial flower of the Ideal; was destined to be the battle…ground of

a struggle between the poesies of the dawn and the labors of the day;

between fancy and reality; the spirit and the life。 Modeste was a pure

young girl; inquisitive after knowledge; understanding her destiny;

and filled with chastity;the Virgin of Spain rather than the Madonna

of Raphael。



She raised her head when she heard Dumay say to Exupere; 〃Come here;

young man。〃 Seeing them together in the corner of the salon she

supposed they were talking of some commission in Paris。 Then she

looked at the friends who surrounded her; as if surprised by their

silence; and exclaimed in her natural manner; 〃Why are you not

playing?〃with a glance at the green table which the imposing Madame

Latournelle called the 〃altar。〃



〃Yes; let us play;〃 said Dumay; having sent off Exupere。



〃Sit there; Butscha;〃 said Madame Latournelle; separating the head…

clerk from the group around Madame Mignon and her daughter by the

whole width of the table。



〃And you; come over here;〃 said Dumay to his wife; making her sit

close by him。



Madame Dumay; a little American about thirty…six years of age; wiped

her eyes furtively; she adored Modeste; and feared a catastrophe。



〃You are not very lively this evening;〃 remarked Modeste。



〃We are playing;〃 said Gobenheim; sorting his cards。



No matter how interesting this situation may appear; it can be made

still more so by explaining Dumay's position towards Modeste。 If the

brevity of this explanation makes it seem rather dry; the reader must

pardon its dryness in view of our desire to get through with these

preliminaries as speedily as possible; and the necessity of relating

the main circumstances which govern all dramas。







CHAPTER III



PRELIMINARIES



Jean Francois Bernard Dumay; born at Vannes; started as a soldier for

the army of Italy in 1799。 His father; president of the revolutionary

tribunal of that town; had displayed so much energy in his office that

the place had become too hot to hold the son when the parent; a

pettifogging lawyer; perished on the scaffold after the ninth

Thermidor。 On the death of his mother; who died of the grief this

catastrophe occasioned; Jean sold all that he possessed and rushed to

Italy at the age of twenty…two; at the very moment when our armies

were beginning to yield。 On the way he met a young man in the

department of Var; who for reasons analogous to his own was in search

of glory; believing a battle…field less perilous than his own

Provence。 Charles Mignon; the last scion of an ancient family; which

gave its name to a street in Paris and to a mansion built by Cardinal

Mignon; had a shrewd and calculating father; whose one idea was to

save his feudal estate of La Bastie in the Comtat from the claws of

the Revolution。 Like all timid folk of that day; the Comte de La

Bastie; now citizen Mignon; found it more wholesome to cut off other

people's heads than to let his own be cut off。 The sham terrorist

disappeared after the 9th Thermidor; and was then inscribed on the

list of emigres。 The estate of La Bastie was sold; the towers and

bastions of the old castle were pulled down; and citizen Mignon was

soon after discovered at Orleans and put to death with his wife and

all his children except Charles; whom he had sent to find a refuge for

the family in the Upper Alps。



Horrorstruck at the news; Charles waited for better times in a valley

of Mont Genevra; and there he remained till 1799; subsisting on a few

louis which his father had put into his hand at starting。 Finally;

when twenty…three years of age; and without other fortune than his

fine presence and that southern beauty which; when it reaches

perfection; may be called sublime (of which Antinous; the favorite of

Adrian; is the type); Charles resolved to wager his Provencal audacity

taking it; like many another youth; for a vocationon the red cloth

of war。 On his way to the base of the army at Nice he met the Breton。

The pair became intimate; partly from the contrasts in their

characters; they drank from the same cup at the wayside torrents;

broke the same biscuit; and were both made sergeants at the peace

which followed the battle of Marengo。



When the war recommenced; Charles Mignon was promoted into the cavalry

and lost sight of his comrade。 In 1812 the last of the Mignon de La

Bastie was an officer of the Legion of honor and major of a regiment

of cavalry。 Taken prisoner by the Russians he was sent; like so many

others; to Siberia。 He made the journey in company with another

prisoner; a poor lieutenant; in whom he recognized his old friend Jean

Dumay; brave; neglected; undecorated; unhappy; like a million of other

woollen epaulets; rank and filethat canvas of men on which Napoleon

painted the picture of the Empire。 While in Siberia; the lieutenant…

colonel; to kill time; taught writing and arithmetic to the Breton;

whose early education had seemed a useless waste of time to Pere

Scevola。 Charles found in the old comrade of his marching days one of

those rare hearts into which a man can pour his griefs while telling

his joys。



The young Provencal had met the fate which attends all handsome

bachelors。 In 1804; at Frankfort on the Main; he was adored by Bettina

Wallenrod; only daughter of a banker; and he married her with all the

more enthusiasm because she was rich and a noted beauty; while he was

only a lieutenant with no prospects but the extremely problematical

future of a soldier of fortune of that day。 Old Wallenrod; a decayed

German baron (there is always a baron in a German bank) delighted to

know that the handsome lieutenant was the sole representative of the

Mignon de La Bastie; approved the love of the blonde Bettina; whose

beauty an artist (at that time there really was one in Frankfort) had

lately painted as an ideal head of Germany。 Wallenrod invested enough

money in the French funds to give his daughter thirty thousand francs

a year; and settled it on his anticipated grandsons; naming them

counts of La Bastie…Wallenrod。 This 〃dot〃 made only a small hole in

his cash…box; the value of money being then very low。 But the Empire;

pursuing a policy often attempted by other debtors; rarely paid its

dividends; and Charles was rather alarmed at this investment; having

less faith than his father…in…law in the imperial eagle。 The

phenomenon of belief; or of admiration which is ephemeral belief; is

not so easily maintained when in close quarters with the idol。 The

mechanic distrusts the machine which the traveller admires; and the

officers of the army might be called the stokers of the Napoleonic

engine;if; indeed; they were not its fuel。



However; the Baron Wallenrod…Tustall…Bartenstild promised to 

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