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

epigrammatic sallies; another girl was watching the rest with a

comprehensive glance; making them laugh; and tossing up her head; too

lively and arch not to be pretty。 She appeared to rule the first group

of girls; who were the daughters of bankers; notaries; and merchants;

all rich; but aware of the imperceptible though cutting slights

which another group belonging to the aristocracy put upon them。 The

latter were led by the daughter of one of the King's ushers; a little

creature; as silly as she was vain; proud of being the daughter of a

man with 〃an office at court。〃 She was a girl who always pretended to

understand the remarks of the master at the first word; and seemed to

do her work as a favor to him。 She used an eyeglass; came very much

dressed; and always late; and entreated her companions to speak low。



In this second group were several girls with exquisite figures and

distinguished features; but there was little in their glance or

expression that was simple and candid。 Though their attitudes were

elegant and their movements graceful; their faces lacked frankness; it

was easy to see that they belonged to a world where polite manners

form the character from early youth; and the abuse of social pleasures

destroys sentiment and develops egotism。



But when the whole class was here assembled; childlike heads were seen

among this bevy of young girls; ravishingly pure and virgin; faces

with lips half…opened; through which shone spotless teeth; and on

which a virgin smile was flickering。 The studio then resembled not a

studio; but a group of angels seated on a cloud in ether。



By mid…day; on this occasion; Servin had not appeared。 For some days

past he had spent most of his time in a studio which he kept

elsewhere; where he was giving the last touches to a picture for the

Exposition。 All of a sudden Mademoiselle Amelie Thirion; the leader of

the aristocrats; began to speak in a low voice; and very earnestly; to

her neighbor。 A great silence fell on the group of patricians; and the

commercial party; surprised; were equally silent; trying to discover

the subject of this earnest conference。 The secret of the young ULTRAS

was soon revealed。



Amelie rose; took an easel which stood near hers; carried it to a

distance from the noble group; and placed it close to a board

partition which separated the studio from the extreme end of the

attic; where all broken casts; defaced canvases and the winter supply

of wood were kept。 Amelie's action caused a murmur of surprise; which

did not prevent her from accomplishing the change by rolling hastily

to the side of the easel the stool; the box of colors; and even the

picture by Prudhon; which the absent pupil was copying。 After this

coup d'etat the Right began to work in silence; but the Left

discoursed at length。



〃What will Mademoiselle Piombo say to that?〃 asked a young girl of

Mademoiselle Matilde Roguin; the lively oracle of the banking group。



〃She's not a girl to say anything;〃 was the reply; 〃but fifty years

hence she'll remember the insult as if it were done to her the night

before; and revenge it cruelly。 She is a person that I; for one; don't

want to be at war with。〃



〃The slight these young ladies mean to put upon her is all the more

unkind;〃 said another young girl; 〃because yesterday; Mademoiselle

Ginevra was very sad。 Her father; they say; has just resigned。 They

ought not to add to her trouble; for she was very considerate of them

during the Hundred Days。 Never did she say a word to wound them。 On

the contrary; she avoided politics。 But I think our ULTRAS are acting

more from jealousy than from party spite。〃



〃I have a great mind to go and get Mademoiselle Piombo's easel and

place it next to mine;〃 said Matilde Roguin。 She rose; but second

thoughts made her sit down again。



〃With a character like hers;〃 she said; 〃one can't tell how she would

take a civility; better wait events。〃



〃Ecco la;〃 said the young girl with the black eyes; languidly。



The steps of a person coming up the narrow stairway sounded through

the studio。 The words: 〃Here she comes!〃 passed from mouth to mouth;

and then the most absolute silence reigned。



To understand the importance of the ostracism imposed by the act of

Amelie Thirion; it is necessary to add that this scene took place

toward the end of the month of July; 1815。 The second return of the

Bourbons had shaken many friendships which had held firm under the

first Restoration。 At this moment families; almost all divided in

opinion; were renewing many of the deplorable scenes which stain the

history of all countries in times of civil or religious wars。

Children; young girls; old men shared the monarchial fever to which

the country was then a victim。 Discord glided beneath all roofs;

distrust dyed with its gloomy colors the words and the actions of the

most intimate friends。



Ginevra Piombo loved Napoleon to idolatry; how; then; could she hate

him? The emperor was her compatriot and the benefactor of her father。

The Baron di Piombo was among those of Napoleon's devoted servants who

had co…operated most effectually in the return from Elba。 Incapable of

denying his political faith; anxious even to confess it; the old baron

remained in Paris in the midst of his enemies。 Ginevra Piombo was all

the more open to condemnation because she made no secret of the grief

which the second Restoration caused to her family。 The only tears she

had so far shed in life were drawn from her by the twofold news of

Napoleon's captivity on the 〃Bellerophon;〃 and Labedoyere's arrest。



The girls of the aristocratic group of pupils belonged to the most

devoted royalist families in Paris。 It would be difficult to give an

idea of the exaggerations prevalent at this epoch; and of the horror

inspired by the Bonapartists。 However insignificant and petty Amelie's

action may now seem to be; it was at that time a very natural

expression of the prevailing hatred。 Ginevra Piombo; one of Servin's

first pupils; had occupied the place that was now taken from her since

the first day of her coming to the studio。 The aristocratic circle had

gradually surrounded her。 To drive her from a place that in some sense

belonged to her was not only to insult her; but to cause her a species

of artistic pain; for all artists have a spot of predilection where

they work。



Nevertheless; political prejudice was not the chief influence on the

conduct of the Right clique of the studio。 Ginevra; much the ablest of

Servin's pupils; was an object of intense jealousy。 The master

testified as much admiration for the talents as for the character of

his favorite pupil; who served as a conclusion to all his comparisons。

In fact; without any one being able to explain the ascendancy which

this young girl obtained over all who came in contact with her; she

exercised over the little world around her a prestige not unlike that

of Bonaparte upon his soldiers。



The aristocracy of the studio had for some days past resolved upon the

fall of this queen; but no one had; as yet; ventured to openly avoid

the Bonapartist。 Mademoiselle Thirion's act was; therefore; a decisive

stroke; intended by her to force the others into becoming; openly; the

accomplices of her hatred。 Though Ginevra was sincerely loved by

several of these royalists; nearly all of whom were indoctrinated at

home with their political ideas; they decided; with the tactics

peculiar to women; that they should do best to keep themselves aloof

from the quarrel。



On Ginevra's arrival she was received; as we have said; in profound

silence。 Of all the young women who had; so far; come to Servin's

studio; she was the handsomest; the tallest; and the best made。 Her

carriage and demeanor had a character of nobility and grace which

commanded respect。 Her face; instinct with intelligence; seemed to

radiate light; so inspired was it with the enthusiasm peculiar to

Corsicans;which does not; however; preclude calmness。 Her long hair

and her black eyes and lashes expressed passion; the corners of her

mouth; too softly defined; and the lips; a trifle too marked; gave

signs of that kindliness which strong beings derive from the

consciousness of their strength。



By a singular caprice of nature; the charm of her face was; in some

degree; contradicted by a marble forehead; on which lay an almost

savage pride; and from which seemed to emanate the moral instincts of

a Corsican。 In that was the only link between herself and her native

land。 All the rest of her person; her simplicity; the easy grace of

her Lombard beauty; was so seductive that it was difficult for those

who looked at her to give her pain。 She inspired such keen attraction

that her old father caused her; as matter of precaution; to be

accompanied to and from the studio。 The only defect of this truly

poetic creatu

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