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undertakings　by　doing　work　of　less　lofty　pretensions；　so　it　will

be　a　recreation　for　me　to　paint　that　head。〃



The　old　lady　flushed　as　she　heard　the　painter's　words；　and

Adelaide　shot　one　of　those　glances　of　deep　feeling　which　seem　to

flash　from　the　soul。　Hippolyte　wanted　to　feel　some　tie　linking

him　with　his　two　neighbors；　to　conquer　a　right　to　mingle　in　their

life。　His　offer；　appealing　as　it　did　to　the　liveliest　affections

of　the　heart；　was　the　only　one　he　could　possibly　make；　it

gratified　his　pride　as　an　artist；　and　could　not　hurt　the　feelings

of　the　ladies。　Madame　Leseigneur　accepted；　without　eagerness　or

reluctance；　but　with　the　self…possession　of　a　noble　soul；　fully

aware　of　the　character　of　bonds　formed　by　such　an　obligation；

while；　at　the　same　time；　they　are　its　highest　glory　as　a　proof　of

esteem。



〃I　fancy；〃　said　the　painter；　〃that　the　uniform　is　that　of　a　naval

officer。〃



Yes；〃　she　said；　〃that　of　a　captain　in　command　of　a　vessel。

Monsieur　de　Rouvillemy　husbanddied　at　Batavia　in　consequence

of　a　wound　received　in　a　fight　with　an　English　ship　they　fell　in

with　off　the　Asiatic　coast。　He　commanded　a　frigate　of　fifty…six

guns　and　the　Revenge　carried　ninety…six。　The　struggle　was　very

unequal；　but　he　defended　his　ship　so　bravely　that　he　held　out

till　nightfall　and　got　away。　When　I　came　back　to　France　Bonaparte

was　not　yet　in　power；　and　I　was　refused　a　pension。　When　I　applied

again　for　it；　quite　lately；　I　was　sternly　informed　that　if　the

Baron　de　Rouville　had　emigrated　I　should　not　have　lost　him；　that

by　this　time　he　would　have　been　a　rear…admiral；　finally；　his

Excellency　quoted　I　know　not　what　degree　of　forfeiture。　I　took

this　step；　to　which　I　was　urged　by　my　friends；　only　for　the　sake

of　my　poor　Adelaide。　I　have　always　hated　the　idea　of　holding　out

my　hand　as　a　beggar　in　the　name　of　a　grief　which　deprives　a　woman

of　voice　and　strength。　I　do　not　like　this　money　valuation　for

blood　irreparably　spilt〃



〃Dear　mother；　this　subject　always　does　you　harm。〃



In　response　to　this　remark　from　Adelaide；　the　Baronne　Leseigneur

bowed；　and　was　silent。



〃Monsieur；〃　said　the　young　girl　to　Hippolyte；　〃I　had　supposed

that　a　painter's　work　was　generally　fairly　quiet？〃



At　this　question　Schinner　colored；　remembering　the　noise　he　had

made。　Adelaide　said　no　more；　and　spared　him　a　falsehood　by　rising

at　the　sound　of　a　carriage　stopping　at　the　door。　She　went　into

her　own　room；　and　returned　carrying　a　pair　of　tall　gilt

candlesticks　with　partly　burnt　wax　candles；　which　she　quickly

lighted；　and　without　waiting　for　the　bell　to　ring；　she　opened　the

door　of　the　outer　room；　where　she　set　the　lamp　down。　The　sound　of

a　kiss　given　and　received　found　an　echo　in　Hippolyte's　heart。　The

young　man's　impatience　to　see　the　man　who　treated　Adelaide　with

so　much　familiarity　was　not　immediately　gratified；　the　newcomers

had　a　conversation；　which　he　thought　very　long；　in　an　undertone；

with　the　young　girl。



At　last　Mademoiselle　de　Rouville　returned；　followed　by　two　men；

whose　costume；　countenance；　and　appearance　are　a　long　story。



The　first；　a　man　of　about　sixty；　wore　one　of　the　coats　invented；

I　believe；　for　Louis　XVIII。；　then　on　the　throne；　in　which　the

most　difficult　problem　of　the　sartorial　art　had　been　solved　by　a

tailor　who　ought　to　be　immortal。　That　artist　certainly　understood

the　art　of　compromise；　which　was　the　moving　genius　of　that　period

of　shifting　politics。　Is　it　not　a　rare　merit　to　be　able　to　take

the　measure　of　the　time？　This　coat；　which　the　young　men　of　the

present　day　may　conceive　to　be　fabulous；　was　neither　civil　nor

military；　and　might　pass　for　civil　or　military　by　turns。　Fleurs…

de…lis　were　embroidered　on　the　lapels　of　the　back　skirts。　The

gilt　buttons　also　bore　fleurs…de…lis；　on　the　shoulders　a　pair　of

straps　cried　out　for　useless　epaulettes；　these　military

appendages　were　there　like　a　petition　without　a　recommendation。

This　old　gentleman's　coat　was　of　dark　blue　cloth；　and　the

buttonhole　had　blossomed　into　many　colored　ribbons。　He；　no　doubt；

always　carried　his　hat　in　his　handa　three　cornered　cocked　hat；

with　a　gold　cordfor　the　snowy　wings　of　his　powdered　hair　showed

not　a　trace　of　its　pressure。　He　might　have　been　taken　for　not

more　than　fifty　years　of　age；　and　seemed　to　enjoy　robust　health。

While　wearing　the　frank　and　loyal　expression　of　the　old　emigres；

his　countenance　also　hinted　at　the　easy　habits　of　a　libertine；　at

the　light　and　reckless　passions　of　the　Musketeers　formerly　so

famous　in　the　annals　of　gallantry。　His　gestures；　his　attitude；

and　his　manner　proclaimed　that　he　had　no　intention　of　correcting

himself　of　his　royalism；　of　his　religion；　or　of　his　love　affairs。



A　really　fantastic　figure　came　in　behind　this　specimen　of　〃Louis

XIV。's　light　infantry〃a　nickname　given　by　the　Bonapartists　to

these　venerable　survivors　of　the　Monarchy。　To　do　it　justice　it

ought　to　be　made　the　principal　object　in　the　picture；　and　it　is

but　an　accessory。　Imagine　a　lean；　dry　man；　dressed　like　the

former；　but　seeming　to　be　only　his　reflection；　or　his　shadow；　if

you　will。　The　coat；　new　on　the　first；　on　the　second　was　old；　the

powder　in　his　hair　looked　less　white；　the　gold　of　the　fleurs…de…

lis　less　bright；　the　shoulder　straps　more　hopeless　and　dog's

eared；　his　intellect　seemed　more　feeble；　his　life　nearer　the

fatal　term　than　in　the　former。　In　short；　he　realized　Rivarol's

witticism　on　Champcenetz；　〃He　is　the　moonlight　of　me。〃　He　was

simply　his　double；　a　paler　and　poorer　double；　for　there　was

between　them　all　the　difference　that　lies　between　the　first　and

last　impressions　of　a　lithograph。



This　speechless　old　man　was　a　mystery　to　the　painter；　and　always

remained　a　mystery。　The　Chevalier；　for　he　was　a　Chevalier；　did

not　speak；　nobody　spoke　to　him。　Was　he　a　friend；　a　poor　relation；

a　man　who　followed　at　the　old　gallant's　heels　as　a　lady　companion

does　at　an　old　lady's？　Did　he　fill　a　place　midway　between　a　dog；

a　parrot；　and　a　friend？　Had　he　saved　his　patron's　fortune；　or

only　his　life？　Was　he　the　Trim　to　another　Captain　Toby？

Elsewhere；　as　at　the　Baronne　de　Rouville's；　he　always　piqued

curiosity　without　satisfying　it。　Who；　after　the　Restoration；

could　remember　the　attachment　which；　before　the　Revolution；　had

bound　this　man　to　his　friend's　wife；　dead　now　these　twenty　year？



The　leader；　who　appeared　the　least　dilapidated　of　these　wrecks；

came　gallantly　up　to　Madame　de　Rouville；　kissed　her　hand；　and　sat

down　by　her。　The　other　bowed　and　placed　himself　not　far　from　his

model；　at　a　distance　represented　by　two　chairs。　Adelaide　came

behind　the　old　gentleman's　armchair　and　leaned　her　elbows　on　the

back；　unconsciously　imitating　the　attitude　given　to　Dido's　sister

by　Guerin　in　his　famous　picture。



Though　the　gentleman's　familiarity　was　that　of　a　father；　his

freedom　seemed　at　the　moment　to　annoy　the　young　girl。



〃What；　are　you　sulky　with　me？〃　he　said。



Then　he　shot　at　Schinner　one　of　those　side…looks　full　of

shrewdness　and　cunning；　diplomatic　looks；　whose　expression

betrays　the　discreet　uneasiness；　the　polite　curiosity　of　well…

bred　people；　and　seems　to　ask；　when　they　see　a　stranger；　〃Is　he

one　of　us？〃



〃This　is　our　neighbor；〃　said　the　old　lady；　pointing　to　Hippolyte。

〃Monsieur　is　a　celebrated　painter；　whose　name　must　be　known　to　you

in　spite　of　your　indifference　to　the　arts。〃



The　old　man　saw　his　friend's　mischievous　intent　in　suppressing

the　name；　and　bowed　to　the　young　man。



〃Certainly；〃　said　he。　〃I　heard　a　great　deal　about　his　pictures　at

the　last　Salon。　Talent　has　immense　privileges。〃　he　added；

observing　the　artist's　red　ribbon。　〃That　distinction；　which　we

must　earn　at　the　cost　of　our　blood　and　long　service；　you　win　in

your　youth；　but　all　glory　is　of　the　same　kindred；〃　he　said；

laying　his　hand　on　his　Cross　of　Saint…Louis。



Hippolyte　murmured　a　few　words　of　acknowledgment；　and　was　silent

again；　satisfied　to　admire　with　growing　enthusiasm　the　beautiful

girl's　head　that　charmed　him　so　much。　He　was　soon　lost　in

contemplation；　completely　forgetting　the　extreme　misery　of　the

dwelling。　To　him　Adelaide's　face　stood　out　against　a　luminous

atmosphere。　He　replied　briefly　to　the　questions　addressed　to　him；

which；　by　good　luck；　he　heard；　thanks　to　a　singular　faculty　of

the　soul　which　sometimes　seems　to　have　a　double　consciousness。

Who　has　not　known　what　it　is　to　sit　lost　in　sad　or　delicious

meditation；　listening　to　its　voice　within；　while　attending　to　a

conversation　or　to　reading？　An　admirable　duality　which　often

helps　us　to　tolerate　a　bore！　Hope；　prolific　and　smiling；　poured

out　before　him　a　thousand　visions　of　happiness；　and　he　refused　to

consider　what　was　going　on　around　him。　As　confiding　as　a　child；

it　seemed　to　him　base　to　analyze　a　pleasure。



After　a　short　lapse　of　time　he　perceived　that　the　old　lady　and

her　daughter　were　playing　cards　with　the　old　gentleman。　As　to　the

satellite；　faithful　to　his　function　as　a　shadow；　he　stood　behind

his　friend's　chair　watching　his　game；　and　answering　the　player's

mute　inquiries　by　little　approving　nods；　repeating　the

questioning　gestures　of　the　other　countenance。



〃Du　Halga；　I　always　lose；〃　said　the　gentleman。



〃You　discard　badly；〃　replied　the　Baronne　de　Rouville。



〃For　three　months　now　I　have　never　won　a　single　game；〃　said　he。



〃Have　you　the　aces？〃　asked　the　old　lady。



〃Yes；　one　more　to　mark；〃　said　he。



〃Shall　I　come　and　advise　you？〃　said　Adelaide。



〃No；　no。　Stay　where　I　can　see　you。　By　Gad；　it　would　be　losing　too

much　not　to　have　you　to　look　at！〃



At　last　the　game　was　over。　The　gentleman　pulled　out　his　purse；

and；　throwing　two　louis　d'or　on　the　table；　not　without　temper



〃Forty　francs；〃　he　exclaimed；　〃the　exact　sum。Deuce　take　it！　It

is　eleven　o'clock。〃



〃It　is　eleven　o'clock；〃　repeated　the　silent　figure；　looking　at

the　painter。



The　young　man；　hearing　these　words　rather　more　distinctly　than