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left　in　deep　disapproval。



〃Live　here；　in　Paris；〃　resumed　the　First　Consul；　addressing

Bartolomeo；　〃we　will　know　nothing　of　this　affair。　I　will　cause　your

property　in　Corsica　to　be　bought；　to　give　you　enough　to　live　on　for

the　present。　Later；　before　long；　we　will　think　of　you。　But；　remember；

no　more　vendetta！　There　are　no　woods　here　to　fly　to。　If　you　play　with

daggers；　you　must　expect　no　mercy。　Here；　the　law　protects　all

citizens；　and　no　one　is　allowed　to　do　justice　for　himself。〃



〃He　has　made　himself　the　head　of　a　singular　nation；〃　said　Bartolomeo；

taking　Lucien's　hand　and　pressing　it。　〃But　you　have　both　recognized　me

in　misfortune；　and　I　am　yours；　henceforth；　for　life　or　death。　You　may

dispose　as　you　will　of　the　Piombos。〃



With　these　words　his　Corsican　brow　unbent；　and　he　looked　about　him　in

satisfaction。



〃You　are　not　badly　off　here；〃　he　said；　smiling；　as　if　he　meant　to

lodge　there　himself。　〃You　are　all　in　red；　like　a　cardinal。〃



〃Your　success　depends　upon　yourself；　you　can　have　a　palace；　also；〃

said　Bonaparte；　watching　his　compatriot　with　a　keen　eye。　〃It　will

often　happen　that　I　shall　need　some　faithful　friend　in　whom　I　can

confide。〃



A　sigh　of　joy　heaved　the　vast　chest　of　the　Corsican；　who　held　out　his

hand　to　the　First　Consul；　saying：



〃The　Corsican　is　in　you　still。〃



Bonaparte　smiled。　He　looked　in　silence　at　the　man　who　brought；　as　it

were；　a　waft　of　air　from　his　own　land；from　that　isle　where　he　had

been　so　miraculously　saved　from　the　hatred　of　the　〃English　party〃；　the

land　he　was　never　to　see　again。　He　made　a　sign　to　his　brother；　who

then　took　Piombo　away。　Lucien　inquired　with　interest　as　to　the

financial　condition　of　the　former　protector　of　their　family。　Piombo

took　him　to　a　window　and　showed　him　his　wife　and　Ginevra；　seated　on　a

heap　of　stones。



〃We　came　from　Fontainebleau　on　foot；　we　have　not　a　single　penny；〃　he

said。



Lucien　gave　his　purse　to　his　compatriot；　telling　him　to　come　to　him

the　next　day；　that　arrangements　might　be　made　to　secure　the　comfort　of

the　family。　The　value　of　Piombo's　property　in　Corsica；　if　sold；　would

scarcely　maintain　him　honorably　in　Paris。



Fifteen　years　elapsed　between　the　time　of　Piombo's　arrival　with　his

family　in　Paris　and　the　following　event；　which　would　be　scarcely

intelligible　to　the　reader　without　this　narrative　of　the　foregoing

circumstances。







CHAPTER　II



THE　STUDIO



Servin；　one　of　our　most　distinguished　artists；　was　the　first　to

conceive　of　the　idea　of　opening　a　studio　for　young　girls　who　wished　to

take　lessons　in　painting。



About　forty　years　of　age；　a　man　of　the　purest　morals；　entirely　given

up　to　his　art；　he　had　married　from　inclination　the　dowerless　daughter

of　a　general。　At　first　the　mothers　of　his　pupils　bought　their

daughters　themselves　to　the　studio；　then　they　were　satisfied　to　send

them　alone；　after　knowing　the　master's　principles　and　the　pains　he

took　to　deserve　their　confidence。



It　was　the　artist's　intention　to　take　no　pupils　but　young　ladies

belonging　to　rich　families　of　good　position；　in　order　to　meet　with　no

complaints　as　to　the　composition　of　his　classes。　He　even　refused　to

take　girls　who　wished　to　become　artists；　for　to　them　he　would　have

been　obliged　to　give　certain　instructions　without　which　no　talent

could　advance　in　the　profession。　Little　by　little　his　prudence　and　the

ability　with　which　he　initiated　his　pupils　into　his　art；　the　certainty

each　mother　felt　that　her　daughter　was　in　company　with　none　but　well…

bred　young　girls；　and　the　fact　of　the　artist's　marriage；　gave　him　an

excellent　reputation　as　a　teacher　in　society。　When　a　young　girl　wished

to　learn　to　draw；　and　her　mother　asked　advice　of　her　friends；　the

answer　was；　invariably：　〃Send　her　to　Servin's。〃



Servin　became；　therefore；　for　feminine　art；　a　specialty；　like　Herbault

for　bonnets；　Leroy　for　gowns；　and　Chevet　for　eatables。　It　was

recognized　that　a　young　woman　who　had　taken　lessons　from　Servin　was

capable　of　judging　the　paintings　of　the　Musee　conclusively；　of　making

a　striking　portrait；　copying　an　ancient　master；　or　painting　a　genre

picture。　The　artist　thus　sufficed　for　the　educational　needs　of　the

aristocracy。　But　in　spite　of　these　relations　with　the　best　families　in

Paris；　he　was　independent　and　patriotic；　and　he　maintained　among　them

that　easy；　brilliant；　half…ironical　tone；　and　that　freedom　of　judgment

which　characterize　painters。



He　had　carried　his　scrupulous　precaution　into　the　arrangements　of　the

locality　where　his　pupils　studied。　The　entrance　to　the　attic　above　his

apartments　was　walled　up。　To　reach　this　retreat；　as　sacred　as　a　harem；

it　was　necessary　to　go　up　a　small　spiral　staircase　made　within　his　own

rooms。　The　studio；　occupying　nearly　the　whole　attic　floor　under　the

roof；　presented　to　the　eye　those　vast　proportions　which　surprise

inquirers　when；　after　attaining　sixty　feet　above　the　ground…floor；

they　expect　to　find　an　artist　squeezed　into　a　gutter。



This　gallery；　so　to　speak；　was　profusely　lighted　from　above；　through

enormous　panes　of　glass　furnished　with　those　green　linen　shades　by

means　of　which　all　artists　arrange　the　light。　A　quantity　of

caricatures；　heads　drawn　at　a　stroke；　either　in　color　or　with　the

point　of　a　knife；　on　walls　painted　in　a　dark　gray；　proved　that；

barring　a　difference　in　expression；　the　most　distinguished　young　girls

have　as　much　fun　and　folly　in　their　minds　as　men。　A　small　stove　with　a

large　pipe；　which　described　a　fearful　zigzag　before　it　reached　the

upper　regions　of　the　roof；　was　the　necessary　and　infallible　ornament

of　the　room。　A　shelf　ran　round　the　walls；　on　which　were　models　in

plaster；　heterogeneously　placed；　most　of　them　covered　with　gray　dust。

Here　and　there；　above　this　shelf；　a　head　of　Niobe；　hanging　to　a　nail；

presented　her　pose　of　woe；　a　Venus　smiled；　a　hand　thrust　itself

forward　like　that　of　a　pauper　asking　alms；　a　few　〃ecorches；〃　yellowed

by　smoke；　looked　like　limbs　snatched　over…night　from　a　graveyard；

besides　these　objects；　pictures；　drawings；　lay　figures；　frames　without

paintings；　and　paintings　without　frames　gave　to　this　irregular

apartment　that　studio　physiognomy　which　is　distinguished　for　its

singular　jumble　of　ornament　and　bareness；　poverty　and　riches；　care　and

neglect。　The　vast　receptacle　of　an　〃atelier；〃　where　all　seems　small；

even　man；　has　something　of　the　air　of　an　Opera　〃coulisse〃；　here　lie

ancient　garments；　gilded　armor；　fragments　of　stuffs；　machinery。　And

yet　there　is　something　mysteriously　grand；　like　thought；　in　it；　genius

and　death　are　there；　Diana　and　Apollo　beside　a　skull　or　skeleton；

beauty　and　destruction；　poesy　and　reality；　colors　glowing　in　the

shadows；　often　a　whole　drama；　motionless　and　silent。　Strange　symbol　of

an　artist's　head！



At　the　moment　when　this　history　begins；　a　brilliant　July　sun　was

illuminating　the　studio；　and　two　rays　striking　athwart　it　lengthwise；

traced　diaphanous　gold　lines　in　which　the　dust　was　shimmering。　A　dozen

easels　raised　their　sharp　points　like　masts　in　a　port。　Several　young

girls　were　animating　the　scene　by　the　variety　of　their　expressions；

their　attitudes；　and　the　differences　in　their　toilets。　The　strong

shadows　cast　by　the　green　serge　curtains；　arranged　according　to　the

needs　of　each　easel；　produced　a　multitude　of　contrasts；　and　the

piquant　effects　of　light　and　shade。　This　group　was　the　prettiest　of

all　the　pictures　in　the　studio。



A　fair　young　girl；　very　simply　dressed；　sat　at　some　distance　from　her

companions；　working　bravely　and　seeming　to　be　in　dread　of　some　mishap。

No　one　looked　at　her；　or　spoke　to　her；　she　was　much　the　prettiest；　the

most　modest；　and；　apparently；　the　least　rich　among　them。　Two　principal

groups；　distinctly　separated　from　each　other；　showed　the　presence　of

two　sets　or　cliques；　two　minds　even　here；　in　this　studio；　where　one

might　suppose　that　rank　and　fortune　would　be　forgotten。



But；　however　that　might　be；　these　young　girls；　sitting　or　standing；　in

the　midst　of　their　color…boxes；　playing　with　their　brushes　or

preparing　them；　handling　their　dazzling　palettes；　painting；　laughing；

talking；　singing；　absolutely　natural；　and　exhibiting　their　real

selves；　composed　a　spectacle　unknown　to　man。　One　of　them；　proud；

haughty；　capricious；　with　black　hair　and　beautiful　hands；　was　casting

the　flame　of　her　glance　here　and　there　at　random；　another；　light…

hearted　and　gay；　a　smile　upon　her　lips；　with　chestnut　hair　and

delicate　white　hands；　was　a　typical　French　virgin；　thoughtless；　and

without　hidden　thoughts；　living　her　natural　real　life；　a　third　was

dreamy；　melancholy；　pale；　bending　her　head　like　a　drooping　flower；　her

neighbor；　on　the　contrary；　tall；　indolent；　with　Asiatic　habits；　long

eyes；　moist　and　black；　said　but　little；　and　reflected；　glancing

covertly　at　the　head　of　Antinous。



Among　them；　like　the　〃jocoso〃　of　a　Spanish　play；　full　of　wit　and

epigrammatic　sallies；　another　girl　was　watching　the　rest　with　a

comp