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THK PORTRAIT AV MY UNCLE'S DINIXQ-R<br />
vo my bed f<strong>or</strong> six weeks. <strong>The</strong> first iime T cnme out<br />
a he brought me here, ami making me sit down in<br />
.;<br />
id, 'Our Italian painter did not rem<strong>or</strong>e<br />
than once in <strong>or</strong>der to set to w<strong>or</strong>k. Look<br />
art, and tell me if you do not recognize your own<br />
s in Unit face ?' I positively shrieked, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> aboinina-<br />
am ready.' 'Not so fast, mademoiselle not so ; fast,' cried<br />
'<br />
;ie de M ilpeire I must have ;<br />
you dressed as a nymph,<br />
and your hair slightly powdered, and in it sky-blue bows. '<br />
'<br />
Very well, mamma,' she answered, with a look <strong>of</strong> resignation.<br />
'Go into your room with Boinet,' Madame de Malpeire con-<br />
tinued, ' and while she dresses your hair I will get everything<br />
'<br />
here. I remained alone in <strong>the</strong> boudoir, and could not<br />
Ao.Tc/fe Heloise. A. sentence in <strong>the</strong> preface <strong>of</strong> that w<strong>or</strong>k<br />
d across my mind : '<strong>The</strong> woman who will venture to read<br />
this book is as good as lost.' 'Thank Heaven,' I thought to<br />
myself, 'we have no St. Preuxhere.' I was too yonng, too<br />
thoughtless, too much in love, to make any m<strong>or</strong>e serious reflections<br />
on this discovery. I put back <strong>the</strong> volume in its place,<br />
only regretting that chance had happened to throw it in Mile,<br />
de Malpeire's way.<br />
' ' Madame de Malpeire, like all persons who are habitually<br />
idle, was wonderfully active when once she hit upon something<br />
to do. Under her superintendence <strong>the</strong> little room was transf<strong>or</strong>med<br />
into a kind <strong>of</strong> studio, and she sent f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> box <strong>of</strong><br />
able but f<strong>or</strong> tho art Boinei <strong>of</strong> improving <strong>the</strong>ir flav<strong>or</strong><br />
with sugar and wine. She prepares cherries f<strong>or</strong> me in <strong>the</strong> name<br />
lien it is <strong>the</strong> .-eason f<strong>or</strong> it. That woman is a perfect<br />
ire. She has neat, handy ways <strong>of</strong> doing tilings which<br />
make her services invaluable. I wanted her to have married<br />
some peasant in <strong>the</strong> village, whom I could have made an upper<br />
sen-ant after she had polished him up a little ; but she could<br />
never make up her mind to marry one <strong>of</strong> tnose clownish fel-<br />
. tch had actually painted me in oils, and besides that ho<br />
had <strong>the</strong> beautiful idea <strong>of</strong> dressing me up like a Koman <strong>or</strong> a<br />
Turk, <strong>or</strong> I don't know what, with a yellow drapery around my<br />
and on my head a s<strong>or</strong>t <strong>of</strong> turban, and no powder. I told<br />
tlic Miiron I could not bear to see myself in that dress, even in<br />
n picture, and that, with his permission, I would send that<br />
h<strong>or</strong>rid daub into <strong>the</strong> lumber room. It was acc<strong>or</strong>dingly carried<br />
.Irs, but <strong>the</strong> frame rsmained where it was, and Boinet bent<br />
herself <strong>of</strong> sticking that print into it. I locked up <strong>the</strong><br />
box <strong>of</strong> crayons, in <strong>the</strong> hope that some o<strong>the</strong>r painter might<br />
] haps come this way, but we never see those f<strong>or</strong>eign artists<br />
now, and so that affected Clarissa Harlowe still occupies my<br />
place.'<br />
"'Perhaps you would allow me,' I said,' 'to try and take<br />
y-.iur likeness '<br />
I can draw a little.'<br />
; No, no. I thank you<br />
.Midi, but it is too late now,' she answered with a s<strong>or</strong>t <strong>of</strong><br />
melancholy vivacity. 'It is at twenty, my daughter's age,<br />
that a woman should have her p<strong>or</strong>trait taken it is her ; picture<br />
'<br />
I should like to see in that frame.' If she will sit to me,' I<br />
'<br />
exclaimed, enchanted with <strong>the</strong> hint, I can begin it to-m<strong>or</strong>row.<br />
'<br />
'Why not to-day ?' cried Madame de Malpeire 'we<br />
;<br />
uly to let my daughter know and she invited me ;' by a<br />
sign to follow her into <strong>the</strong> boudoir. Mile, de Malpeire was<br />
standing reading near a little bookcase, <strong>the</strong> old Bailie1 d'Hers,<br />
<strong>of</strong> course. When we came in she quickly threw down<br />
1 lie volume, but without any attempt at concealing it. When<br />
her mo<strong>the</strong>r told her that I was going to take her p<strong>or</strong>trait, she<br />
evinced nei<strong>the</strong>r satisfaction n<strong>or</strong> dissatisfaction, but carelessly<br />
twist ing up her fair long curls, she answered, laconically, 'I<br />
lows.'<br />
'Really, mamma," exclaimed Mile, de Malpeire, with a<br />
sudden vivacity, 'it would have only been too great an hon<strong>or</strong><br />
f<strong>or</strong> her. Those clownish fellows, as you call <strong>the</strong>m, are free independent<br />
men, whereas her position is that <strong>of</strong> a menial. '<br />
'O,<br />
good Heavens !' Madame de Malpeire exclaimed, 'what is <strong>the</strong><br />
meaning <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se fine phrases ? Where have you learnt this<br />
nonsensical trash, my dear ? Let me tell you that Mile.<br />
Boinet's excellent conduct and <strong>the</strong> refinement <strong>of</strong> her manuers<br />
have raised her long ago above what you call a menial condition.<br />
I beg to assure you that she would have lowered herself<br />
greatly in <strong>the</strong> social scale by marrying a man inferi<strong>or</strong> to her in<br />
mind and education one <strong>of</strong> those bo<strong>or</strong>ish, stupid peasants<br />
whom you call free independent men. '<br />
Mile, de Malpeire col<strong>or</strong>ed violently at thia kind <strong>of</strong> repro<strong>of</strong>,<br />
and hung down her head with a look <strong>of</strong> embarrassment and illconcealed<br />
anger. I was surprised at her seeming so annoyed<br />
at her mo<strong>the</strong>r's w<strong>or</strong>ds, but my thoughts did not go any far<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
I ought to have understood by that time that <strong>the</strong> education<br />
she had secretly given herself had created an impassable gulf<br />
between us. I ought to have been m<strong>or</strong>e alarmed at <strong>the</strong> ideas<br />
and feelings she sometimes expressed, and f<strong>or</strong>eseen <strong>the</strong>ir ultimate<br />
results. Yes, it would have been well f<strong>or</strong> her and f<strong>or</strong> me<br />
if I had that day left <strong>the</strong> Castle <strong>of</strong> Malpeire, and given up all<br />
thoughts <strong>of</strong> this perverse but too captivating girl; it might<br />
have saved her from a terrible fate. But I remained, and her<br />
doom was sealed."<br />
CHAPTER VL<br />
THE FEAST OF ST. LAZABE.<br />
ready<br />
resist <strong>the</strong> temptation <strong>of</strong> de Malpeire<br />
ascertaining what book it was Mile.<br />
had been M. de Champaubert paused after he had uttered <strong>the</strong>se last<br />
reading. I found it was Rousseau's<br />
w<strong>or</strong>ds, and looked up at <strong>the</strong> picture.<br />
while sadly and intently at <strong>the</strong> lovely<br />
After gazing f<strong>or</strong> a little<br />
face, which seemed to<br />
listen to him with a smile, he went on :<br />
"<br />
I took possession <strong>of</strong> my newly arranged studio, and in<br />
three <strong>or</strong> four days finished that p<strong>or</strong>trait. "<br />
" And you signed it with your initials," added Dom Ge'ru-<br />
eac<br />
" I have <strong>of</strong>ten noticed that <strong>the</strong>re was an M. and a C. at<br />
;<br />
"<br />
<strong>the</strong> c<strong>or</strong>ner near <strong>the</strong> heading.<br />
" How carefully you must have examined that anonymous<br />
picture !" M. de "<br />
Champaubert replied ; yet it is by no<br />
means a chef d' ceuvre."<br />
"No, certainly not," my uncle answered with his usual<br />
simplicity.<br />
"But it was an excellent likeness," <strong>the</strong> Marquis subjoined,<br />
" and was, <strong>the</strong>ref<strong>or</strong>e, <strong>of</strong> course reckoned perfect. I will not<br />
crayons, <strong>the</strong> sheets <strong>of</strong> vellum, and all <strong>the</strong> things which were to<br />
<strong>or</strong>iginally used by <strong>the</strong> Italian artist. Mile, de Mal-<br />
. in <strong>the</strong> dress and coiffure her mo<strong>the</strong>r had desired, looked<br />
on with indifference at all <strong>the</strong>se preparations. When <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
completed she said it was too late to begin that day that I<br />
should not have time to sketch her p<strong>or</strong>trait. 'You are right,<br />
my dear,' her mo<strong>the</strong>r replied; 'and, m<strong>or</strong>eover, it is time f<strong>or</strong> our<br />
/. King <strong>the</strong> bell, that Boinet may send us up cakes and<br />
fruit." <strong>The</strong> fruit Madame la Baroune spoke <strong>of</strong> was a plateful<br />
>se little yellow peaches which I ate this m<strong>or</strong>ning with so<br />
much relish. Mile. Boinet took <strong>the</strong>m up one after ano<strong>the</strong>r on<br />
:,int <strong>of</strong> a f<strong>or</strong>k, a- ''ling and cutting <strong>the</strong>m in quar-<br />
. ith a silver knit'c, she poured upon <strong>the</strong>m sugar and wine.<br />
;ie de Malpeire helped me to some <strong>of</strong> this compote, and<br />
. ith a sigh: 'This is <strong>the</strong> only fruit which ripeus here. '<br />
1 1<br />
Ml, 'I answered, with '<br />
perfect sincerity. It is<br />
.iud <strong>of</strong> you to say so,' she treat you, my<br />
replied; '<strong>the</strong>y would not be eat-<br />
dear Thomas, to a description <strong>of</strong> all <strong>the</strong> feeling's<br />
<strong>of</strong> my infatuated heart during three <strong>or</strong> four days which were<br />
spent in contemplating that lovely face, and in striving to reproduce<br />
on paper <strong>the</strong> nearest possible resemblance <strong>of</strong> those<br />
beautiful features. <strong>The</strong> sitting generally lasted several hours,<br />
f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> Baronne was in a state <strong>of</strong> restless impatience to see my<br />
w<strong>or</strong>k finished. As soon as she was up, she came to <strong>the</strong><br />
boudoir, where I was already established, and immediately<br />
sent f<strong>or</strong> her daughter. Mile, de Malpeire <strong>the</strong>n made her appearance,<br />
dressed as you see her <strong>the</strong>re, with her hair arranged<br />
in that way. She walked leisurely into tho room, and sitting<br />
down at a little distance from tho table, drew herself up in her<br />
stiff c<strong>or</strong>sage, fixing her eyes upon me with a defiant expression,<br />
crossed her beautiful arms on her chest, and remained<br />
immovable in <strong>the</strong> posiliou I had prescribed.<br />
"Madame ite Malpi-iiv, when I began to draw, used to<br />
cry