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the court of Francis I. or of Louis XII. Indeed, she sometimes confounded them. However, people who had not known her father, the wood merchant, saw nothing impossible in the statements.

Evariste was dressed as a butler should be dressed when he announces dinner to a person of rank. In the daytime when he discharged the duties of footman, he was gorgeous in gold lace; but in the evening, he arrayed himself in severe black, such as is appropriate to the butler of an aristocratic household. Immediately after his announcement everybody repaired to the sumptuous dining-room which, with its huge side-boards, loaded with silver and rare china, looked not unlike a museum. Such was the display, indeed, that when Mademoiselle Marguerite took a seat at the table, between the General and his wife, and opposite Madame Leon, she asked herself if she had not been the victim of that dangerous optical delusion known as prejudice. She noticed that the supply of knives and forks was rather scanty; but many economical housewives keep most of their silver under lock and key; besides the china was very handsome and marked with the Generalโ€™s monogram, surmounted by his wifeโ€™s coronet.

However, the dinner was badly cooked and poorly served. One might have supposed it to be a scullery maidโ€™s first attempt. Still the General devoured it with delight. He partook ravenously of every dish, a flush rose to his cheeks, and an expression of profound satisfaction was visible upon his countenance. โ€œFrom this,โ€ thought Mademoiselle Marguerite, โ€œI must infer that he usually goes hungry, and that this seems a positive feast to him.โ€ In fact, he seemed bubbling over with contentment. He twirled his mustaches a la Victor Emmanuel, and rolled his โ€œr,โ€ as he said, โ€œSacr-r-r-r-r-e bleu!โ€ even more ferociously than usual. It was only by a powerful effort that he restrained himself from indulging in various witticisms which would have been most unseemly in the presence of a poor girl who had just lost her father and all her hopes of fortune. But he did forget himself so much as to say that the drive to the cemetery had whetted his appetite, and to address his wife as Madame Range-a-bord, a title which had been bestowed upon her by a sailor brother.

Crimson with anger to the very roots of her coarse, sandy hairโ€”amazed to see her husband deport himself in this style, and almost suffocated by the necessity of restraining her wrath, Madame de Fondege was heroic enough to smile, though her eyes flashed ominously. But the General was not at all dismayed. On the contrary, he cared so little for his wifeโ€™s displeasure that, when the dessert was served, he turned to the servant, and, with a wink that Mademoiselle Marguerite noticed, โ€œEvariste,โ€ he ordered, โ€œgo to the wine-cellar, and bring me a bottle of old Bordeaux.โ€

The valet, who had just received a weekโ€™s notice, was only too glad of an opportunity for revenge. So with a malicious smile, and in a drawling tone, he replied: โ€œThen monsieur must give me the money. Monsieur knows very well that neither the grocer nor the wine-merchant will trust him any longer.โ€

M. de Fondege rose from the table, looking very pale; but before he had time to utter a word, his wife came to the rescue. โ€œYou know, my dear, that I donโ€™t trust the key of my cellar to this lad. Evariste, call Justine.โ€

The pert-looking chambermaid appeared, and her mistress told her where she would find the key of the famous cellar. About a quarter of an hour afterward, one of those bottles which grocers and wine-merchants prepare for the benefit of credulous customers was brought inโ€”a bottle duly covered with dust and mould to give it a venerable appearance, and festooned with cobwebs, such as the urchins of Paris collect and sell at from fifteen sous to two francs a pound, according to quality. But the Bordeaux did not restore the Generalโ€™s equanimity. He was silent and subdued; and his relief was evident when, after the coffee had been served, his wife exclaimed: โ€œWe wonโ€™t keep you from your club, my dear. I want a chat with our dear child.โ€

Since she dismissed the General so unceremoniously, Madame de Fondege evidently wished for a tete-a-tete with Mademoiselle Marguerite. At least Madame Leon thought so, or feigned to think so, and addressing the young girl, she said: โ€œI shall be obliged to leave you for a couple of hours, my dear young lady. My relatives would never forgive me if I did not inform them of my change of residence.โ€

This was the first time since she had been engaged by the Count de Chalusse, that the estimable โ€œcompanionโ€ had ever made any direct allusion to her relatives, and what is more, to relatives residing in Paris. She had previously only spoken of them in general terms, giving people to understand that her relatives had not been unfortunate like herselfโ€”that they still retained their exalted rank, though she had fallen, and that she found it difficult to decline the favors they longed to heap upon her.

However, Mademoiselle Marguerite evinced no surprise. โ€œGo at once and inform your relatives, my dear Leon,โ€ she said, without a shade of sarcasm in her manner. โ€œI hope they wonโ€™t be offended by your devotion to me.โ€ But in her secret heart, she thought: โ€œThis hypocrite is going to report to the Marquis de Valorsay, and these relatives of hers will furnish her with excuses for future visits to him.โ€

The General went off, the servants began to clear the table, and Mademoiselle Marguerite followed her hostess to the drawing-room. It was a lofty and spacious apartment, lighted by three windows, and even more sumptuous in its appointments than the dining-room. Furniture, carpets, and hangings, were all in rather poor taste, perhaps, but costly, very costly. As the evening was a cold one, Madame de Fondege ordered the fire to be lighted. She seated herself on a sofa near the mantelpiece, and when Mademoiselle Marguerite had taken a chair opposite her, she began, โ€œNow, my dear child, let us have a quiet talk.โ€

Mademoiselle Marguerite expected some important communication, so that she was not a little surprised when Madame de Fondege resumed: โ€œHave you thought about your mourning?โ€

โ€œAbout my mourning, madame?โ€

โ€œYes. I mean, have you decided what dresses you will purchase? It is an important matter, my dearโ€”more important than you suppose. They are making costumes entirely of crepe now, puffed and plaited, and extremely stylish. I saw one that would suit you well. You may think that a costume for deep mourning made with puffs would be a trifle LOUD, but that depends upon tastes. The Duchess de Veljo wore one only eleven days after her husbandโ€™s death; and she allowed some of her hair, which is superb, to fall over her shoulders, a la pleureuse, and the effect was extremely touching.โ€ Was Madame de Fondege speaking sincerely? There could be no doubt of it. Her features, which had been distorted with anger when the General took it into his head to order the bottle of Bordeaux, had regained their usual placidity of expression, and had even brightened a little. โ€œI am entirely at your service, my dear, if you wish any shopping done,โ€ she continued. โ€œAnd if you are not quite pleased with your dressmaker, I will take you to mine, who works like an angel. But how absurd I am. You will of course employ Van Klopen. I go to him occasionally myself, but only on great occasions. Between you and me, I think him a trifle too high in his charges.โ€

Mademoiselle Marguerite could scarcely repress a smile. โ€œI must confess, madame, that from my infancy I have been in the habit of making almost all my dresses myself.โ€

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