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As to accessories; in the first place; Madame Soudry was surrounded by

the magnificent gifts accumulated by her late mistress; which the ex…

Benedictine called 〃fructus belli。〃 Then she made the most of her

ugliness by exaggerating it; and by assuming that indescribable air

and manner which belongs only to Parisian women; the secret of which

is known even to the most vulgar among them;who are always more or

less mimics。 She laced tight; wore an enormous bustle; also diamond

earrings; and her fingers were covered with rings。 At the top of her

corsage; between two mounds of flesh well plastered with pearl…white;

shone a beetle made of topaz with a diamond head; the gift of dear

mistress;a jewel renowned throughout the department。 Like the late

dear mistress; she wore short sleeves and bare arms; and flirted an

ivory fan; painted by Boucher with two little rose…diamonds in the

handle。



When she went out Madame Soudry carried a parasol of the true

eighteenth…century style; that is to say; a tall cane at the end of

which opened a green sun…shade with a green fringe。 When she walked

about the terrace a stranger on the high…road; seeing her from afar;

might have thought her one of Watteau's dames。



In her salon; hung with red damask; with curtains of the same lined

with silk; a fire on the hearth; a mantel…shelf adorned with bibelots

of the good time of Louis XV。; and bearing candelabra in the form of

lilies upheld by Cupidsin this salon; filled with furniture in

gilded wood of the 〃pied de biche〃 pattern; it is not impossible to

understand why the people of Soulanges called the mistress of the

house; 〃The beautiful Madame Soulanges。〃 The mansion had actually

become the civic pride of this capital of a canton。



If the leading society of the little town believed in its queen; the

queen as surely believed in herself。 By a phenomenon not in the least

rare; which the vanity of mothers and authors carries on at all

moments under our very eyes in behalf of their literary works or their

marriageable daughters; the late Mademoiselle Cochet was; at the end

of seven years; so completely buried under Madame Soudry; the

mayoress; that she not only did not remember her past; but she

actually believed herself a well…bred woman。 She had studied the airs

and graces; the dulcet tones; the gestures; the ways of her mistress;

so long that when she found herself in the midst of an opulence of her

own she was able to practice the natural insolence of it。 She knew her

eighteenth century; and the tales of its great lords and all their

belongings; by heart。 This back…stairs erudition gave to her

conversation a flavor of 〃oeil…de…boeuf〃; her soubrette gossip passed

muster for courtly wit。 Morally; the mayoress was; if you wish to say

so; tinsel; but to savages paste diamonds are as good as real ones。



The woman found herself courted and worshipped by the society in which

she lived; just as her mistress had been worshipped in former days。

She gave weekly dinners; with coffee and liqueurs to those who came in

after the dessert。 No female head could have resisted the exhilarating

force of such continual adulation。 In winter the warm salon; always

well…lighted with wax candles; was well…filled with the richest people

of Soulanges; who paid for the good liqueurs and the fine wines which

came from dear mistress's cellars; with flatteries to their hostess。

These visitors and their wives had a life…interest; as it were; in

this luxury; which was to them a saving of lights and fuel。 Thus it

came to pass that in a circuit of fifteen miles and even as far as

Ville…aux…Fayes; every voice was ready to declare: 〃Madame Soudry does

the honors admirably。 She keeps open house; every one enjoys her

salon; she knows how to carry herself and her fortune; she always says

the witty thing; she makes you laugh。 And what splendid silver! There

is not another house like it short of Paris〃



The silver had been given to Mademoiselle Laguerre by Bouret。 It was a

magnificent service made by the famous Germain; and Madame Soudry had

literally stolen it。 At Mademoiselle Laguerre's death she merely took

it into her own room; and the heirs; who knew nothing of the value of

their inheritance; never claimed it。



For some time past the twelve or fifteen personages who composed the

leading society of Soulanges spoke of Madame Soudry as the INTIMATE

FRIEND of Mademoiselle Laguerre; recoiling at the term 〃waiting…

woman;〃 and making believe that she had sacrificed herself to the

singer as her friend and companion。



Strange yet true! all these illusions became realities; and spread

even to the actual regions of the heart; Madame Soudry reigned

supreme; in a way; over her husband。



The gendarme; required to love a woman ten years older than himself

who kept the management of her fortune in her own hands; behaved to

her in the spirit of the ideas she had ended by adopting about her

beauty。 But sometimes; when persons envied him or talked to him of his

happiness; he wished they were in his place; for; to hide his

peccadilloes; he was forced to take as many precautions as the husband

of a young and adoring wife; and it was not until very recently that

he had been able to introduce into the family a pretty servant…girl。



This portrait of the Queen of Soulanges may seem a little grotesque;

but many specimens of the same kind could be found in the provinces at

that period;some more or less noble in blood; others belonging to

the higher banking…circles; like the widow of a receiver…general in

Touraine who still puts slices of veal upon her cheeks。 This portrait;

drawn from nature; would be incomplete without the diamonds in which

it is set; without the surrounding courtiers; a sketch of whom is

necessary; if only to explain how formidable such Lilliputians are;

and who are the makers of public opinion in remote little towns。 Let

no one mistake me; however; there are many localities which; like

Soulanges; are neither hamlets; villages; nor little towns; which

have; nevertheless; the characteristics of all。 The inhabitants are

very different from those of the large and busy and vicious provincial

cities。 Country life influences the manners and morals of the smaller

places; and this mixture of tints will be found to produce some truly

original characters。



The most important personage after Madame Soudry was Lupin; the

notary。 Though forty…five springs had bloomed for Lupin; he was still

fresh and rosy; thanks to the plumpness which fills out the skin of

sedentary persons; and he still sang ballads。 Also; he retained the

elegant evening dress of society warblers。 He looked almost Parisian

in his carefully…varnished boots; his sulphur…yellow waistcoats; his

tight…fitting coats; his handsome silk cravats; his fashionable

trousers。 His hair was curled by the barber of Soulanges (the gossip

of the town); and he maintained the attitude of a man 〃a bonne

fortunes〃 by his liaison with Madame Sarcus; wife of Sarcus the rich;

who was to his life; without too close a comparison; what the

campaigns of Italy were to Napoleon。 He alone of the leading society

of Soulanges went to Paris; where he was received by the Soulanges

family。 It was enough to hear him talk to imagine the supremacy he

wielded in his capacity as dandy and judge of elegance。 He passed

judgment on all things by the use of three terms: 〃out of date;〃

〃antiquated;〃 〃superannuated。〃'*' A man; a woman; or a piece of

furniture might be 〃out of date〃; next; by a greater degree of

imperfection; 〃antiquated〃; but as to the last term; it was the

superlative of contempt。 The first might be remedied; the second was

hopeless; but the third;oh; better far never to have left the void

of nothingness! As to praise; a single word sufficed him; doubly and

trebly uttered: 〃Charming!〃 was the positive of his admiration。

〃Charming; charming!〃 made you feel you were safe; but after

〃Charming; charming; charming!〃 the ladder might be discarded; for the

heaven of perfection was attained。





'*' 〃Croute;〃 〃crouton;〃 and 〃croute…au…pot;〃 untranslatable; and

without equivalent in English。 A 〃croute〃 is the slang term for a

man behind the age。Tr。





The tabellion;he called himself 〃tabellion;〃 petty notary; and

keeper of notes (making fun of his calling in order to seem above it);

the tabellion was on terms of spoken gallantry with Madame Soudry;

who had a weakness for Lupin; though he was blond and wore spectacles。

Hitherto the late Cochet had loved none but dark men; with moustachios

and hairy hands; of the Alcides type。 But she made an exception in

favor of Lupin on account of his elegance; and; moreover; because she

thought her glory at Soulanges was not complete without an adorer;

but; to Soudry's despair; the queen's adorers never carried their

adoration so far as to threaten his rights。



Lupin had married an heiress in wooden shoes and blue

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