The semi-silent and semi-voiced conversation lasted only a moment, and I took a few steps in the living room with the Duchess of Gelmont. The Duchess was stopped by a beautiful, Petite brown-haired lady: "I'd love to see you. Dennancha saw you from a box. He wrote a letter to Mrs. T. saying that he had never seen anything so beautiful. He will die if he can talk to you for ten minutes. In short, even if you can't or don't want to meet, the letter is in my hands, and you'll fix me an appointment anyway. There are some secret things I can't say here. I can see you didn't recognize me, "she added to me." I met you at Princess Palma's Palace (but I've never been there before). The Russian Emperor wanted your father to be sent to Petersburg. If you could come on Tuesday and Iswolsky happened to be there, he would talk to you about it. I have a gift for you, dear,'she continued, turning to the Duchess.'I don't give it to anyone but you. This is the manuscript of Ibsen's three plays. He sent it to me from his old nurse. I'll leave one and give you the other two."
Duke Gelmont was not delighted with the gift. He did not know whether Ibsen or Dennanzha were dead or alive. However, he saw many novelists and playwrights come to visit his wife and write her into their works. People in the upper class always like to see books as a cube, uncovering one side and letting writers eagerly "put in" people they know. It's obviously improper, and it's just a bunch of little people. Of course, "by the way" to see them is not indispensable, because thanks to them, if you have time to read or read articles, you can see the "bottom card" and "unmask". Anyway, it's wise to deal with dead writers. Mr. de Gelmont believes that only the man who devoted himself to mourning in the Gauls newspaper is "the most appropriate". If the Duke signs up for the funeral, the gentleman will have to put Mr. de Gelmont's name at the top of the list of "dignitaries" for the funeral anyway, but that's all. If the Duke was reluctant to list, he would not sign up for the funeral service. He sent only a letter of condolence to the relatives of the deceased, asking them to accept his deepest condolences. If the relatives of the deceased publish the news in the newspaper that "letters of mourning are from the Duke of Gelmont and so on", it is not the fault of the editor of the social news column, but the fault of the children, brothers and fathers of the deceased. The Duke calls them those who climb up by all means and makes up his mind not to deal with them anymore. In his words, he did not "get involved" with them, which shows that he did not grasp the exact meaning of idioms. However, the Duke frowned when he heard the names of Ibsen and Dennanja and whether they were dead or alive. He was not too far away from us. It was impossible not to hear Mrs. Timon de Mongolia's various sweet words. This is a charming woman, both talented and beautiful, moving soul, whether it is talent or appearance, one of them is enough to make people fascinated. However, she was not born in this circle of her life today. She wanted to be a literary salon, only to make friends with big writers. She had been the girlfriend of every great literary hero in succession - not a lover, she had a very good character - all the great literary heroes gave her their manuscripts and wrote books for her, which was an occasional opportunity. Introducing her to St. Germain, of course, these literary privileges also provided her with many conveniences. Nowadays, she is in an extraordinary position. She doesn't need to be liked. As long as she shows up, she can win favor. Nevertheless, she has become accustomed to swinging, playing with her wrists and serving others. Now, although it is no longer necessary, she still pays attention to it as before. She often has state secrets to disclose to you, always have the right to introduce you to know, and constantly have large-scale watercolor paintings to give you. Of all these unnecessary temptations, it was a bit false, but it turned her life into a complex, shining comedy, and she did have the ability to promote the appointment of many provincial governors and generals.
The Duchess of Gelmont was walking beside me, her blue eyes waving in front of her, but the waves were so wide that she could avoid the people she did not want to meet. From time to time, she felt vaguely that they might be dangerous reefs. We walked forward between the visitors'walls, knowing that they would never get to know Oliana, but if they were so precious, they would show her to their wife anyway: "Hurry, come on, come and see Mrs. de Gelmont. She's talking to that young man." They just felt like they would like to get on their seats and see clearly, as if they were watching the military parade on July 14 or the Grand Prize Ceremony. This is not because Mrs. Gelmont's salon is more aristocratic than her sister-in-law's, but because the former's frequent visitors, the latter's unwillingness to invite, especially her husband's. Mrs. de Latremeier and Mrs. Alfons de Rothschild, Mrs. de Sagan's confidants, would never receive them, because Oliana herself often went to the man's house. The same is true of Baron Heath, who is often led by the Prince of Wales to the Duchess'Palace rather than to the Princess's house, because he is likely to spoil her; there are also several Bonaparte, or even Republican celebrities, who are interested in them, but the Prince, a firm royalist, sticks to his principles, No. Hope to receive them. His anti-Semitic stance is also based on principle, and no fashion can make him succumb, even the celebrities are useless. He received Swan and had always been his friend. It was difficult for him to call him Swan, not Charlie, in the Galmont family, because he knew Swan's grandmother was a Protestant, and later married a Jew and became the mistress of Duke Berry. In this way, he often persuaded himself to believe in Swan's father. The legend of the prince's illegitimate son. If this hypothesis holds, Swan would only be of pure Christian origin, but in fact it's totally nonsense. Swan's father was a Catholic, and his father himself was born to a man and a woman of the Bourbon kingdom. Red and Black
"Why, have you never seen such magnificence?" The Duchess asked me when she talked to me about our residence. After much praise for her sister-in-law's "palace," she added eagerly that she preferred to stay in "her humble nest," a hundred times stronger than here. The'visit'here is really impressive, but how many historical tragedies have happened in this bedroom, let me sleep in it, non-depression lethal. It's like a house arrest in Bluvaurg, Fontainebleau or the Louvre, forgotten by the world. The only way to relieve our worries is to talk to ourselves and be glad to live in the room where Monadeich was assassinated. A cup of chamomile and poria can not relieve grief. Look, Mrs. de Saint-Felter is here. We just had dinner at her house. She's going to have a big party every year tomorrow. I thought she went to bed in the morning. She refused to miss a party. If the evening party is held in the countryside, she will get on the carriage and rush, rather than miss the chance.
In fact, Mrs. de Saint-Felter went to dinner tonight not so much to miss the party held at other people's homes as to ensure the success of her party, to collect the last group of volunteers, but to review in some way the people who would come to her garden party the next day at the last moment. Indeed, for many years, the guests of the St. De Felter family gathering have long been different. In those days, few prominent women in Galmont's circle were morning stars, but because of the warm hospitality of the hostess, they gradually got their girlfriends. At the same time, Mrs. de Saint-Felter's palace is slowly developing in the opposite direction, and the number of unknown rats in the romantic society is decreasing year by year. This time, this one disappeared, and then another did not show up. Like "baking bread", batches of people go away, and in a short time, the party here will be quiet, but thanks to this, you can safely invite those excluded outsiders to enjoy themselves here without bothering to invite decent people. What can they complain about? Can't they enjoy the Panemet Circenses here? Almost in sharp contrast, when Saint-de-Felter Salon opened, it was two exiled duchesses, plus two statue pillars to support the shaky salon beam. In recent years, only two very incompatible figures have mingled in the upper class: the elderly Mrs. de Campbell and an architect. My wife, this woman's voice is sweet, people often can't help asking her to sing a few songs. They had no acquaintance in Mrs. Saint-de-Felter's palace, grieved at the disappearance of one of their women's companions, and felt that they were in the way. They looked like two swallows who had not been able to migrate in time and might freeze to death at any moment. Next year, they were not invited. Mrs. de Franco could not plead for her music-loving cousin. But she could not get a clearer answer, only a short reply: "If you think the music is interesting, anyone can come in and listen to it. It's not a crime!"
Mrs. de Campbell felt that the invitation was not warm enough, so she stopped.
Latin means bread and entertainment.
Mrs. de Saint-Felter worked hard to turn a leprosy hospital salon into a lady's salon --- the latest fashion, it looks very beautiful --- but people may wonder that this person is going to hold the most spectacular event of the day the next day. Is it necessary for her to come and give the most attention to her people on the eve of the day? High order? The reason is that the prominent status of St. de Felter Salon is recognized only by a group of people who never attend any gathering. The only social life is to read the day or night party reports published in the Gauls or the Figaro. For those who only watch the world through newspapers, as long as they mention the ambassadors of Britain, Austria, Seth, Duchess Latremer and so on, they will think that St. de Ferret Salon is the most important salon in Paris, but in fact it is only the last salon. This is not because the newspapers are making deceptive remarks. Most of the people listed above did attend the party. However, they all attended the party after repeated entreaties, good intentions and conveniences, and everyone felt that their arrival would add infinite glory to Mrs. de Saint-Felter. This kind of salon, not to mention the initiative to enter the door, is too late to hide. It can be said that people have to help, they can only deceive the female readers of "Social News" and create a false impression for them. But a real elegant meeting slipped away from their eyes. The hostess could have invited all the duchesses, and they hated not to be "selected", but the hostess only chose two or three. What's more, such hostesses do not know or simply despise the advertising power of today and do not publish the names of guests in newspapers. Therefore, they are elegant in the eyes of the Queen of Spain, but seldom known to all, because the Queen of Spain knows their identity and the public does not know their details.
Mrs. de Saint-Felter is not one of these hostesses. As a veteran honey collector, she comes to gather and net guests for the next day's party. Mr. de Charles was not included in the collection. He had always refused to go to her house. Nevertheless, there were countless people who fell out, and Mrs. de Saint-Felter could blame his refusal to attend the meeting on sexual incompetence.
Of course, if Oliana was involved, Mrs. de Saint-Felter would probably not have come out in person, because the invitation was sincere and the recipient pretended to be elegant. In such performances, the best * academicians were always grateful when the candidates walked out of their residence and believed that they could be obtained. One vote. It's not just about her. Will Prince Aggrejant come? And Mrs. Devon? In case of unexpected events, Mrs. de Saint-Felter thought it would be safer to go there in person. For some, she is soft, kind-hearted and persuasive. For others, she is tough and demanding. But for all others, she tells them secretly. It will be an unimaginable pleasure to wait for them. It is a chance that she will never come again. She also ensures that everyone can meet the people she longs for or urgently needs to know in her family. She exercises this kind of authority once a year, just like some judges in ancient society. As a person who is going to hold the most eye-catching garden party the next day, she approaches each guest's ears one after another and fills them with a sentence: "Don't forget me tomorrow." At the same time, if she caught a glimpse of an ugly or squire who had to be avoided, she turned her head high, but continued to laugh. This squire was often made to enter the Hillberg mansion out of the affection of her classmates, but did not add any luster to her garden party. She likes to ignore such people for a while so that she can explain later: "I invited guests orally, but unfortunately I didn't meet you." In this way, the simple-minded St. De Felter used her searching eyes to "pick and pick" among the members attending the Princess's Madame's party. She thought she would become a real Duchess of Galmont.
It must be said that the Duchess of Galmont did not greet people as easily as people thought, and she always smiled. For some people, when she refuses to greet and smile, I'm afraid it's intentional: "She makes me hate it," she often says, "Don't you have to waste an hour nagging her about that party?" But in many people's eyes, it's because of her timidity and fear of provoking her husband to lose his temper, because he really does not want her to receive artists (Mary Hilbert protects many artists and must be careful not to let a famous German female singer speak up); it's also because she fears nationalism and she looks like a virtuous woman. · Like Mr. Charles, the thoughts of the Garments were full of brains, sniffing at nationalism from the point of view of the upper class. (In order to flatter the staff, people now let a general of civilian origin walk in front of some dukes.) But because she knew that her thoughts were not orthodox, she tended to treat the national lords as well. The idea of righteousness yielded so much that in this anti-Semitic circle, he was afraid that he would have to extend greetings to Swan. However, when she learned that the prince had not let Swan in, and had "some kind of dispute" with him, she was soon relieved. She didn't have to take any chances to talk to "poor Charlie" in public. What she liked was to show her attachment to him in private. I saw a duchess who was dark, ugly and dumb, not so well-behaved. Although she had not been driven out of the upper class, she had been excluded from the social circle by several elegant people. Ah! This is the kind of entertainment that we have here!" Mrs. de Gelmont whispered that she looked like a connoisseur, and at a glance she saw that the jewellery she was looking at was a counterfeit. At the sight of the semi-disabled lady with a pinch of black hair on her face, Mrs. de Gelmont concluded that the party was not very respectable. She used to be polite to this lady, but then she broke everything; she nodded her head in greeting, but she was no longer indifferent. "I don't understand," she said to me, seemingly apologetic. "How did Mary Hillberg ask us to be with the scum? It can be said that all three teachings and nine streams are complete. The Melanie Budales family is also much better organized. If she likes, she can call the Orthodox Supreme Council and open the Latorian Church, but at least she won't let us come on this day." Author's Note
"Who is this woman?" Mrs. de Gelmont asked in silence when she saw a small lady and her husband greeting her politely. This lady looks a little odd, wearing a black dress, simple and poor. Mrs. de Gelmont, without recognizing her partner, raised her head arrogantly, stared at her eyes as if she had been offended, and refused to respond: "Who is this woman, Bazan?" She asked again in horror. At this time, Mr. de Gelmont, in order to remedy Oliana's bad manners, hurriedly greeted the lady, shook hands with her husband and said to his wife, "But this is Mrs. de Shosbiere, you are so rude." I don't know what Shawsbiel is. It's the nephew of old lady Shangrifford. I don't know anything about it. Who is this lady and why does she greet me? You know, this is Mrs. de Charles Vale's daughter, Henry Ellie Montmorancy. " Oh! I am an old acquaintance with her mother. She is charming and witty. How did she marry people I didn't even know? Do you call her Mrs. de Shosbiere?" When she said this surname, she looked inquiry as if she was afraid of making a mistake. The Duke gave her a hard look." It's called Shaw Bill. There's nothing funny about it. Look at your fuss! Old Shawsbiel is the brother of Mrs. de Charles Val, Mrs. de Senague and the Viscount of Melloro, whom I have just mentioned. They are decent people. Oh! Enough." The Duchess cried out, like an animal-domesticating girl, who never wanted to look frightened, making one think she was frightened by the ferocity of the beast's eyes. Bazan, you really make me happy. I really don't know where you turned out these surnames, but I have to congratulate you. Although I don't know Shawsbeer, I have read Balzac's books. You are not alone in the world. I have read Rabish's books. I admire Shangrifo and I don't hate Charlevard, but I admit that Du Melloro is louder. Besides, we have to admit that Shawsbeer's family name is not bad. It's amazing that you've collected all these surnames. If you want to write a book,'she said to me,'you have to remember the surnames of Shelvar and Du Melva. You can't find a better one. In this way, he will surely have to go to jail for a lawsuit, because you gave him such a bad idea, Oliana. If he wants someone to give him bad ideas, especially bad ideas, I wish he had a younger group. But he just wants to write a book, there's no other picture! " Far away from us, a beautiful and proud young woman emerged unexpectedly. She was dressed in a huge white dress, with jewelry, and rose gauze. Mrs. de Gelmont watched her speak, surrounded by a group of people, attracted by the elegance of her magnet.
"Your sister is the most beautiful person everywhere. She's really charming tonight." As the young woman sat down in her chair, she said to Prince Sime, who was passing by. Colonel de Frobeville (the general with the same surname is his uncle) and Mr. de Braudet came to us and sat down, while Mr. de Fogube staggered (he was too polite, even in tennis, and always asked for the consent of his distinguished opponent before hitting the ball, so it was inevitable to lose) and turned around. When Mr. De Charles arrived (before that, he was almost wrapped in the broad hairpin of Countess Morley, and among all the women he admired publicly), another member of the diplomatic corps in Paris came to pay tribute to the baron. Mr. De Fogube saw at a glance a particularly shrewd young secretary, grinning at Mr. Chaud Charles, who clearly contained the only question. Mr. De Charles may deliberately implicate someone, but suddenly he feels that he is burdened by the laughter of others. This laugh can only have one meaning, which makes him angry. I don't know anything. Please keep your curiosity for yourself. I shudder at your curiosity. Besides, if you really encounter special circumstances, why don't you stop doing the biggest stupidity? I don't think this young man is that kind of person at all." Mr. De Charles was annoyed at being seen through by a fool, and there was no truth in his remarks. If the Baron is telling the truth, the secretary must be the only person in the embassy. Indeed, the embassy is made up of all kinds of people, many of whom are very vulgar, so that once people investigate the reasons why they chose the vulgar people, they will not fail to find the factor of homosexuality. It is this small diplomatic kingdom of Sodom that has appointed an ambassador as its leader. He prefers not to be male * female *. He is as brash as a live play. The slippery thing happens under his nose, but he does not believe that there will be homosexuality. He quickly checked and married his sister-in-law to an agent who mistook him for a good woman chaser. In this way, he was somewhat hindered. Soon he was replaced by a new Ambassador, who ensured the consistency of all the Embassy staff. Other embassies tried to compete with it, but they could not take away the laurel (for example, in the high school entrance examination, it was always a middle school that won the top prize). It was not until more than ten years later that some interesting followers entered this coordinated whole that another embassy finally took away the badge of disrepute from it. Walking in the front.
When the stone in Mrs. de Gelmont's heart fell to the ground and she knew that she no longer had to worry about talking to Swan, she was curious about the dispute between Swan and her male master. Do you know what it is for? The Duke inquired of De Braudet." I heard it was for writer Bergott to have a one-act play performed in their house." De Braudie answered, "That play is fantastic. It is said that the actors disguised themselves as Hilbert. Mr. Bergott really meant to show Hilbert. Well, it would be interesting to see Hilbert's totally non-conforming image. The Duchess smiled and thought, "It was for this performance that Hillberg asked Swan to explain." De Braudie held out his rodent-like pointed chin and continued, "Swan didn't explain much, and the answer was very funny to everyone:'But it's not like you at all. You're funnier than that!' Besides, it is said that the short play is really wonderful. Mrs. Morley went to the show and had a great time. Why, Mrs. Morley has gone too?" The Duchess asked in surprise, "Ah! Meimei must have planned it. He is indispensable to such things. Someday, everybody will go, and I will stick to the principle, be lonely, and stay alone in my own place. From the moment Mr. De Braude talked to them about it, it became clear that Duchess Gelmont had a new perspective (if not with Swan's salon, at least with Swan's idea of meeting later). All that you're telling us is a fabrication, "Colonel de Frobeville said to de Braudet." I know the situation, but I'll leave the reason behind. It is no exaggeration to say that the prince really scolded Swan in the words of our fathers and warned him never to go to his house again. It was purely because Swan was stubborn in his opinions. In my opinion, my uncle, Heber, was right. Not only was he right to scold, but he should have separated from the desperate Dreyfus half a year ago.
Poor Mr. De Fogube was not only a slow half-racket tennis player this time, but also a feeble tennis player. He was beaten mercilessly and thrown before the Duchess of Gelmont to pay tribute to her. But what he got was rather rude treatment, because Oliana was so stubborn that she always thought all the diplomats or politicians in her circle were fools.
In recent years, the upper classes have shown some favor to the soldiers, and Mr. de Frobeville is undoubtedly impressed. Unfortunately, although his wife was indeed a relative of the Galmont family, she was too poor to be poor. He was also in a ruined and helpless family. The red and white happy events of which relatives he met often failed to ascend the hall of elegance and was left out in the cold. They fell into the ranks of ordinary people in the upper classes, like nominal Catholics, who came near the table only once a year. If Mrs. de Saint-de-Felter had not done her best to help the couple, the material life of their two young daughters would have been tragic, in the case of the late General de Frobeville. Although the colonel was regarded as a kind young man, he did not have a kind heart of gratitude. He envied his benefactor's splendor and wealth, and her extravagance and grandeur. The annual garden party was a wonderful pleasure for him, his wife and their children. It was hard to buy a thousand dollars and would not be missed at all. But the thought of Mrs. de Saint-Felter's proud fishing profit made her look sour and stinky. Newspapers and magazines are announcing the news of the garden fair, and after making a lot of introductions, they often sell joints and add a sentence: "We will report on this wonderful event one after another." So, for several days, the newspapers have made a series of supplementary introductions on clothes and clothes. All of these, the Florbevilles have seen it unbearably. They are not happy and know that they can enjoy themselves at the garden party. But at this time of year, they expect that the sky is not beautiful and the garden party will be stirred up yellow. Well, stick to the barometer and rejoice in the misfortune. I wish the storm would come earlier so that the grand occasion could blow.
"I will not discuss politics with you, Frobeville," said Mr. de Gelmont, "but with regard to Swan, I can say frankly that what he has done to us is despicable. He used to be in the upper classes, depending on us, the protection of the Duke of Chartres, and now I hear that he is an open Dreyfuss. I never thought he was such a small man. I always thought he was a shrewd gourmet, a practical person, a collector, an ancient book fan, a member of the horse racing club, a respected person, a local master, who brought us top-grade Porto wine to enjoy it. He thought he was a literary fan and the head of a family. Ah! I was deceived a lot. I'm not talking about myself. I'm an old man. I'm almost a beggar. Otherwise, for Oliana alone, he shouldn't do that. He should denounce the Jews and the faithful followers of the criminal publicly.
"Yes, my wife has always been kind to him," continued the Duke, who apparently believed that the conviction of treason was a reward for the hospitality they received in St. Germain, regardless of what people thought of Drebeford's guilt or not.
"He should have been at odds with them. If you don't believe it, ask Oliana. She's really very friendly to him." The Duchess felt that the innocent and calm tone of voice would add a little tragedy and real effect to her words, so she spoke in the tone of a pupil, as if the words in her mouth were the truth, but only a little sadness in her eyes: "But it's true. I have no reason to hide my truth about Charlie. "Love!" Look, I didn't force her to say that. Not to mention, he was so ungrateful that he became a Dreyfuss!"
"Speaking of Dreyfus," I said, "Prince Feng is said to be one." Ah! You mentioned him to me, just in time." "I almost forgot that he invited me to dinner on Monday," cried Mr. de Gelmont. But whether he's a Dreyfuss or not, it's the same thing to me, because he's a foreigner. I don't care about that. But as a Frenchman, that's another story. Swan is a Jew, that's true. But up to now --- forgive me, Frobeville --- I still have a problem thinking that a Jew can become a Frenchman, I mean a respectable Jew, a man of high society. Swan deserved it. Hey! He now compelled me to admit that I was wrong, because he had openly supported Dreyfus (whether he was guilty or not, he was not in Swan's circle at all, Swan probably had no acquaintance with him), and that fellow was vengeful against the society that had adopted him and treated him like a relative. Not to mention, we used to be Swan's protectors, and we could even guarantee that he was patriotic, just as we guaranteed that we were patriotic. Ah! It's horrible that he should repay us like that. I admit I never expected him to be so virtuous. I praised him. He is intelligent (of course, that kind of intelligence). I knew in my heart that he had lost his mind when he insisted on that dishonorable marriage. Oh, do you know who was saddest about Swan's marriage? Let my wife, Oliana, as I said, feel very strong in her heart, though she often appears indifferent on the surface." Mrs. de Gelmont was delighted that her sexuality had been so analyzed. She listened attentively, without inserting a word. On the one hand, she was ashamed of the complimentary remarks, but more importantly, she was afraid to interrupt them. Even if Mr. De Gelmont talked about it for an hour, she would listen patiently. Even if someone else played music for her, she would not be so motionless. Oh, I remember, when she heard about Swan's marriage, she was angry; she thought we were so friendly to him, but he was too disgraceful. She had loved Swan very much, and she was very sad. Oriana, isn't it?" Her husband's straightforward and frank remarks enabled Mrs. de Gelmont to confirm her feelings in silence. Her husband's words of praise had been exhausted and she felt that she should answer them. She tried to put on a "sincere" look, so she looked more educated, shy and simple voice, gentle and with a certain degree of dignity, and said, "Yes, Bazan is right." But that's not the same thing. What can you do? Love is love, although I think love should have a boundary. If the other party is a young man and a senseless Mao kid, I can forgive him for his fantasy and impulse. Koswan is a smart man, sophisticated, sensitive, very expert in the art of painting, but also the Duke of Chartres and Shebel's own frequent visitors! ___________ Mr. de Gelmont spoke in a very friendly tone, not in the least of the vulgarity that he often showed. He spoke sadly and indignantly, and at the same time he was kind and serious, reminiscent of Rembrandt's characters. Mayor Sikes, for example, has a generous demeanor and a charming charm. It was felt that the question for the Duke was not whether Swan had acted morally in this matter, for there was no doubt about it; he felt painful inside, just as his father had watched his children fail his painstaking efforts to nurture him, destroy the good prospects he had created and make a home for him. The absurd acts which are not allowed by the rules and customs have spoiled the reputation of the respected family. Mr. de Gelmont was not so shocked and distressed when he first learned that St. Lou was a Dreyfuss. First of all, because he saw through that his nephew was a young man who had gone astray. It was not surprising that he would do anything wrong unless he corrected his evil ways. In Swan's words, Mr. Nader Gelmont said, he was "a man of great importance and first-class status". Secondly, it has been quite a long time since the beginning of the work. If, from a historical point of view, the occurrence of the incident seems to have partially proved that the Dreyfus views are correct, then the anti-Dreyfus forces have doubled their ferocity, and have developed from the pure political forces at the beginning to a social force. Quantity. Now, it has been a struggle between militarism and patriotism, and the rage waves in society have gradually erupted into a powerful force that the storm did not possess at first.
"You see," continued Mr. de Gelmont, "even though he did not absolutely support those views in the light of his lovely Jewish views, Swan did an endless folly. He proved that they were all secretly united, almost involuntarily, and had to support people of the same race, even if they had never lived. This is a social hazard. We are obviously overly tolerant, because Swan is respected, even generally accepted, and is almost the only Jew you know well, so his foolish deeds have more repercussions. You'll think to yourself: Abuno disceomnes. In the memory of the right time to find such an appropriate maxim, resulting in self-satisfaction so that the grieved old man's face across a slight proud smile, the grief of the face immediately disappeared.
Latin means "know it as soon as you know it".
I was eager to know what had happened between the prince and Swan. If Swan hadn't left, I would like to see him at the party. I confided my thoughts to the Duchess, and she answered me, "I tell you, I don't particularly want to see him, because just now at Mrs. de Saint-Felter's house, someone told me that there seemed to be an end to his wish before he died, that is, he wanted me to know his wife and daughter. My lord, how painful I would be if he fell ill. But first of all, I hope things don't get so serious. Besides, this is no reason at all, because it can be done easily. Can't a writer without talent say, "Vote for me to go to the Bachelor's College, because my wife is dying, and I hope I can give her this last pleasure." If we had to know all the dying people, there would be no salon anymore. My groom may come to me and ask, "My daughter is very ill. Please give me a hand and let Princess Parma meet me." I love Charlie. If I refuse him, I will be very sad. Because of this, I hope I can avoid him making this request to me. I sincerely hope that he will not be on the verge of death, as he said himself, but if he did, it would never be for me to meet those two women, who deprived me of my most lovely friends for fifteen years, and who might have left them for my care, but I could not see them for that reason. On the one hand, since he may be dead! "
Mr. De Brioday, who was deeply concerned about Colonel de Florbeville's revelation of his old age, had been planning to fight back.
"I don't doubt the correctness of what you said, my dear friend," he said, "but my message comes from reliable sources. It was told me by Prince Lado de Ovonne."
"I'm surprised that a man of great learning like you should say something about Rado de Ovonne." Mr. de Gelmont interrupted.'You know he's not a prince at all. The only remaining member of the family is the uncle of Oliana, the Duke of Boone."
"Is it Mrs. de Villebarisis's brother?" I thought of the lady who was also named De Buyong when she was a girl and asked.
"That's right. Oliana, Mrs. de Lumbersack, say hello to you."
Sure enough, the Duchess of de Lumbersack smiled from time to time to greet an acquaintance she recognized, but then the smiling face disappeared like a meteor. This smile does not express a certain affirmation, nor does it concretely translate into a silent but understandable language, but is almost instantaneous, falling into some kind of ecstatic ideal, plausible and irrefutable; at the same time, her head is lightly touched, as if happily blessed, reminiscent of who has it. The feeble bishops nodded slightly to the crowd leading the Holy Communion. But Mrs. de Lumbersack could not be bishop in any case. Nevertheless, I have learned something about this outdated special way of greeting. In Gombre and Paris, my grandmother's girlfriend is no exception accustomed to this way of greeting, even in social occasions, as if in the church to raise the Holy Spirit or funeral ceremony, and meet acquaintances, but also a kind of angelic dignity, powerless to say a good day, the end of prayer. At that moment, Mr. de Gelmont opened his mouth, fully confirming what I had just asked. But you've seen Duke Buyong." Mr. de Gelmont said to me, "When you entered my study this afternoon, he happened to be out, the short, white gentleman." It turned out that the man I thought of as a little citizen of Gombre was exactly like Mrs. de Villebarisis when I recalled him in detail. Mrs. de Lumbersack and my grandmothers and girlfriends greeted me in the same way. Despite the gradual demise, I began to take an interest in it, because it showed me that in a narrow and closed circle, whether it was a small community or a noble circle, the old rules persisted, enabling us to resemble archaeologists. It finds out the educational situation of Viscount Alangu and De Loisa Bichet and the spiritual style they reflected. Especially now, Duke Buyong and a young citizen of the same age in Gombre behave very similarly. (I remember seeing Duke La Rochefoucauld, Saint Lucia's grandfather, in a Dagrey photograph before. I was shocked that his clothes, manner and demeanor were exactly the same as my grandfather's.) It made me understand. To date, social and personal differences are caused by the same era and different periods. In fact, the fashion of clothing and the expression of the spirit of the times occupy an extremely important position in one's mind, even exceeding his own rank status, rank status only plays a decisive role in the self-esteem of the parties and other people's imagination, people do not need to look around the Louvre gallery to understand, Louis Philip Era The difference between the aristocracy of Louis Phillips and the aristocracy of Louis XV is insignificant.
Photographs taken by early Dagrey photography.
At this time, a Bavarian long-haired musician, protected by Mrs. De Gelmont, greeted Oliana. Oliana nodded her head in return for her courtesy. The Duke did not know him, but he was notorious. However, when her wife greeted him, she turned sharply towards her in anger and looked doubtful, as if she were asking, "Who is this savage fellow?" Poor Mrs. de Gelmont was in a rather awkward situation, and if the musician had any sympathy for her husband's abused wife, he would have left as soon as possible. But perhaps it was the presence of old friends of the Duke's circle that prompted him to nod in silence. Among them, he might not want to overlook the Duke's public insults to prove that he and Mrs. de Gelmont had not lived in ignorance and had a fair respect for her, or should have obeyed her. At the moment of reason, driven by an irresistible and indescribable force of ignorance in his heart, he meticulously acted in accordance with the rules of etiquette, only to see the musician come closer to Mrs. de Gelmont and say to her, "Duchess, I ask for the honour of introducing me to the Duke." Mrs. de Gelmont was ashamed of herself. However, although she was a deceived wife, she was Mrs. de Gelmont after all, and could not show that she had been deprived of the right to introduce acquaintances to her husband. "Bazan," she said, "allow me to introduce Mr. De Ewick to you."
"I'm not asking you if you're going to Mrs. de Saint-Felter's tomorrow." Colonel de Frobeville told Mrs. de Gelmont to eliminate the embarrassing atmosphere created by Mr. De Ewick's untimely request. But all the leading figures in Paris will be there."
However, the Duke of Gelmont, like a rigid body, suddenly turned to the uninteresting musician, facing each other, like a huge, silent, angry creature, like Jupiter, who was thundering and lightning, and stood motionless for several seconds, his eyes bursting with anger and surprise, and his anger was like fire. The mountain erupted and curled up the hair. The challenge seemed to indicate to all present that he did not know the Bavarian musician, but in a moment he seemed to have a sudden impulse in his heart to give him enough strength to perform the courtesy offered to him, only to see him lean forward with his white * gloves behind his back, with his hands cut back, and to enjoy himself violently. The teacher bowed so deeply, with so much astonishment and indignation. The movements were so sudden and violent that the musician shuddered all over, and then stooped back to avoid the other party's head hitting his belly severely.
"But I happen to be out of Paris tomorrow," said the Duchess in reply to de Frobeville. "I shouldn't have said that, but I have to tell you frankly that at this age I have not seen the painted glass of Montfort-Ramory Church, so this art tour does not have the urgency of"first aid". Since we can postpone it for 25 years, we can postpone it for another 24 hours without worries and dangers. Didn't the Duchess take this plan by publicly announcing in the form of the Garments that de Saint-Felter Salon was by no means a solemn hall, inviting you to use your cover in the Gauls as if it had opened one or at least one of the halls (if only one). How can people see such a hall of "elegance" in the seal of "elegance" on the door? Mr. De Brioday was incredibly happy and, like all the upper classes, saw Mrs. De Gelmont do something that their less prominent status could not be emulated by them in any case, adding poetry to his joy, like a peasant bound to his own land, seeing that she was more self-sufficient than they were. Free and wealthier people trampled over their heads and laughed dumbly. Nevertheless, the unspeakable joy in Mr. de Brioday's heart had nothing to do with the joyful momentum of de Florbeville, who, though somewhat disguised, had reached the point of ecstasy.
Mr. de Frobeville suppressed his laughter so as not to be heard, and turned red as a cock. Even so, he did not stop giggling and laughing, and at the same time, in a tone of pity, he cried out intermittently: "Ah! Poor Aunt St. De Fairt, she'll be so sad that she'll fall ill! No What a blow it must have been for the sad woman not to see the Duchess tomorrow! _____________ That's not to kill her!" He couldn't stand up with laughter. In ecstasy, he could not help stamping and rubbing his hands. Mrs. de Gelmont appreciated de Frobeville's kindness, not his tiresome annoyance. She smiled at him with one eye and one corner of her mouth, and finally decided to leave him immediately. Listen to me. I have to wish you good night and say goodbye." She stood up and said to him, with a desperate look of melancholy, as if it were an unfortunate thing for her. Her blue eyes seemed to read, and her voice was as sweet as music, reminiscent of a fairy's poetry of mourning and sobbing. Bazan asked me to go and see Mary."
In fact, she had heard enough of Frobeville's nagging, and he was tired of encouraging her to go to Montfort-Ramoli, and she knew that he had first heard of the large painted glass there, and that he would never give up the garden party in St. de Ferret in any case." Goodbye, but I just talked to you a few words, the upper class is like this, no one can see through each other, want to say nothing; besides, life is everywhere like this. I wish I could arrange it better after I die. At least there's no need to bare one's chest and shoulders any more. But who knows? Maybe someone will show off their flesh and bones and intestines at a feast. Why not? Oh, look at Mrs. Longbyron. What do you think is the difference between her appearance and the skeleton of the open skirt? She has all kinds of rights, which is true, because she is at least over 100 years old. When I first set foot in the upper class, she was so ugly and disgusting that I refused to bow to such a person. I thought she was dead long ago. She's here to show us how busy she is. Otherwise, there's no other explanation. It's spectacular. It's like worship. What a holy land scene! The Duchess left Florbeville, and he passed by again: "I want to say one last word to you." She was annoyed and asked arrogantly, "What else can I say?" He was afraid that she would suddenly change her mind before she left and not go to Montfort-Ramoli: "Because of De Saint-De-Felt and not to hurt her, I did not dare to mention this to you, but now that you are ready not to go to her house, I can tell you that I am happy for you, because measles is prevalent in her house!" ”” Ah! My Lord!" Oliana cried out that she was always afraid of getting sick. "But for me, it doesn't matter at all. I've had it once. It is impossible for a person to have measles twice in his life. That's what the doctor said, but I've seen people who even had measles four times. Anyway, you already know the inside story." As for himself, let alone say that measles is a fabrication, that is, he is really infected with the disease, bedridden, and he will never be willing to miss the long-awaited St. de Felter party. He will be delighted to see so many elegant people at the event! But the greater pleasure is to see the bad situation of the garden fair with one's own eyes. Especially the pleasure is to show off a great deal and boast about how to associate with the high-class gentlemen, and at the same time exaggerate or fabricate it out of thin air, lamenting that the garden will be badly run. Outsider
I took advantage of the chance of the Duchess changing seats, got up and wanted to go to the smoking room to find out about Swan. You mustn't believe a word Babel said to me." She said to me, "Little Molly will never go there for fun. They talk to us about these things just to attract us. They don't receive any visits and never get an invitation from anyone. Even he admitted to himself:'We're both alone at home. He always likes to say'we'. Unlike the king, he is not lonely, but includes his wife. I don't need to ask much. But I know all about it." The Duchess added a sentence. She and I met two young people, handsome but not exactly alike, who inherited the beauty of the same woman. These are the two sons of Mrs. Sinjond Hughey, Duke of Gelmont. They all shine with the splendor of their mother's extraordinary beauty, but each inherits a different kind of beauty. Mrs. De Hussein inherited her solemn beauty to one of them, a masculine body with beautiful lines. Both mothers and sons had marble-like cheeks, red skin in white, almost orange-red, and pearly luster. The other inherited the Greek heaven and beautiful nose. Zi, statuary neck and endless eyes. In this way, the dividing of the two gifts by the goddess made them very different in appearance, which was thought-provoking and thought-provoking. The reason for their beauty was that outside them, it was said that their mother's main characterization turned into two different bodies: one was her figure and skin color, the other was her eyes, just like Mars. And Venus is but the embodiment of Jupiter's strength and beauty. The two brothers had great respect for Mr. de Gelmont and called him "a good friend of our parents." However, the elder brother thought it was appropriate not to greet the Duchess. He knew that the Duchess was hostile to his mother, and perhaps it was not clear why, so he turned his head slightly when he saw us. Past times. The younger brother always followed his elder brother's manners. Because he was born foolish and short-sighted, he did not dare to have personal opinions. So, according to the twist angle of his brother's head, he twisted his head exactly. One by one, the two brothers slipped silently to the entertainment room and freed themselves from the two figures in the allegorical painting.
(1) French "nous" is the plural of the first person, but it can replace the singular of the first person when expressing modesty.
As soon as I got to the recreation room, I was stopped by the Marquis of West Terry, who, though still charming, was almost a foamer. She came from a very noble family. She finally got what she wanted and married Mr. De Sitri, whose great-grandmother was Omar Lorraine. However, she was born with an inhumane personality. She was satisfied for a short time. She hated people from the upper classes, but she did not absolutely reject social life. At the party, she not only sneered at everyone, but also taunted people so rudely that she couldn't even laugh loudly enough to sneer at them. She often shrieked in her voice: "Ah!" She pointed to Mrs. de Gelmont and said to me that Mrs. de Gelmont had just left me, but had gone quite far: "I was shocked that she should have lived this life." Was it a woman who was shocked and indignant at the pagan's inability to consciously obey the truth, or a zheng-free Mandarin who was eager to kill? Anyway, this kind of reprimand is totally ignored. First of all, Mrs. de Gelmont's "life" is almost the same as Mrs. de Sitley's (except for anger). Mrs. De Sitley was surprised that the Duchess should have made such a sacrifice: to attend Mary Hillberg's party. It must be admitted that on special occasions, Mrs. De Sitley likes Mrs. Prince very much. Besides, Mrs. Prince is really kind. She is also good at pleasing Mrs. Prince and attending her party. In order to attend this evening's party, she cancelled a date with a dancer who she thought was gifted and had an appointment to teach her the secrets of Russian dance. Mrs. De Sitley saw that Oliana's lungs were bursting with anger when she said good-bye to this or that guest. There was no reason for her to do so. Another reason was that Mrs. De Gelmont showed signs of the same illness that had devastated Mrs. De Sitley, even though the illness was much lighter. Besides, everyone knows that she was born with this disease. Lastly, Mrs. de Gelmont was smarter than Mrs. de Sitley, and had a better right to express this kind of nihilism (not only in the upper class), but it was true that some qualities of human beings often helped to tolerate other people's shortcomings, rather than self-esteem, and laughed at others'shortcomings. A truly wise and brave person usually pays less attention to other people's stupidity than a fool. We have described the Duchess'wisdom in considerable detail, and we are convinced that even though she is not very clever, she has at least a lot of intelligence and can use different syntactic forms flexibly (like a translator). However, Mrs. De Sitley seems to have no merit in this respect, and she is not qualified to despise people whose qualities are comparable to hers. She always thought others were foolish, but in her words and letters, she seemed less intelligent than those who were so despised by her. In addition, she has a strong destructive desire. During the period when she almost broke off her association with the upper classes, all the pleasures she sought herself were devastated by her terrible power. When she left the party to attend the concert, she would immediately say, "You like to listen to this kind of entertainment, this kind of music?" Ah! My lord, it depends on the time. But how annoying it should be! Ah! Beethoven, a nasty old beard!" For Wagner, Frank and Debussy, she didn't even bother to say "old beard", but just like a shaver, scornfully shaving her face with her hands. Suddenly, hate becomes hate everything." Beautiful things are so annoying! Ah! Those paintings just drive you crazy... What you said is reasonable. How annoying it is to write a letter!! ____________ In the end, she will declare to you that life itself is as annoying as shaving. It's not clear where she got this metaphor.
In the recreation room or smoking room, the floor is decorated with colorful * patterns, with three-legged seats, gods and animals gazing at you, and Sphinx squats quietly on the armrest of the seat, especially the large table with a marble or enamel table, decorated with symbolic symbols, somewhat imitating the style of Etruscan and Egyptian art, I When I first went to Duchess de Gelmont's house for dinner, the Duchess had talked to me about the room. I wonder if her remarks helped, but the room made an impression on me. On a chair near the glittering divination table sat Mr. de Charles, who did not touch any cards, was indifferent to what was happening around him, and naturally did not find that I had just entered the room, looking like a wizard, concentrating all the will power and all the reasoning power on divination. 。 Not only does he resemble a priestess sitting on a tripod chair in Apollo temple, with two eyes almost bulging out of his face, but his magic tricks require him to stop all the simplest movements. In order not to be disturbed, he (like a calculator who never stops solving a difficult problem) holds it in his mouth. The cigar lay beside him, and there was no extra thought to take a puff. Seeing the two gods squatting quietly on the armrest of the seat opposite him, one might think that the Baron was trying to solve the Sphinx riddle, or that he was trying to solve the riddle of a young Oedipus, who was sitting there playing cards. But what Mr. De Charles was so absorbed in trying to unravel was not the usual Moore geometry, but the pattern of the young Marquis of Ouchi's face. How attentive Mr. De Charlus was to this pattern. It was like a rhombic word, a riddle, or an elephant algebraic puzzle. His Zen was exhausted and he tried to solve the puzzle or list the formulas. In front of him, the puzzling symbols and patterns carved on the Ten Rings Board are like a witchcraft book, which will inspire the old witch and divine the direction of the young man's fate. Suddenly, he noticed that I was looking at him, and raised his head as if he were waking up from a dream, smiling at me and blushing. At that moment, another son of Mrs. De Hussein came to the brother who was playing cards and watched him play cards. When Mr. De Charles learned from my mouth that they were brothers, he was amazed at the brilliant but different masterpieces created by the same family. It was hard to hide his joy. The Baron would have been ecstatic to learn that Mrs. De Hussein-Leddick's sons were not only mothers but also fathers. Jupiter's children are different, because he first married Metis, who was supposed to have wise children, but then married Temis, Euronomer, Nemosine and Leto, and finally Juno. However, Mrs. De Hush's two sons are the same biological father and inherit the beauty of their mother, but their beauty is different.
At last I saw Swan enter the room, and I was very happy. The room was very big, so he didn't find me at first. I was delighted and mixed with sadness. Maybe other guests could not feel it, but in their hearts a feeling of surprise arose. They were frightened by the strange and unexpected appearance of death approaching. As the saying goes, Death had appeared on Swan's face. The people present were frightened almost to the point of impoliteness, amazed and mixed with curiosity and cruelty, calmly and uneasily introspecting themselves (also containing Suavemarimagna). With Memento quiapulvis, Robert might say so.) So, all eyes fell on his face, only to see that his cheeks were deeply depressed by the disease, as if in the next quarter of the loss, except for one angle, which was undoubtedly Swan's perspective of self-examination. From any point of view, his cheeks are skinny and bony, and only because of visual errors can he create a rich illusion. Perhaps it was because his cheeks had disappeared and his nose could no longer shrink. Perhaps it was because the venomous snake of atherosclerosis, like alcoholism, had made his nose red or distorted like morphine. Nevertheless, Swan's ugly nose, which was not so conspicuous on his pleasant face in the past, seemed strange now. Big, drum, red. Look at that nose. It's not so much a curious Valuer as an old Hebrew man. In addition, perhaps in the last days of his life, racial factors made him appear more distinct racial physiological characteristics, but also strengthened the moral sense of solidarity with other Jews. Swan seems to have forgotten this spirit of solidarity throughout his life, but the fatal illness, Drefer. The incident, anti-Jewish propaganda and successive attacks finally aroused his spirit of unity. There are many Jews who are shrewd and noble in the upper class, but there are two people hidden in them at the same time, one is a barbarian, the other is a prophet, just like living in a play, waiting for a certain moment to adapt to their own life, to appear in time. Swan has entered the year of the Prophet. Indeed, he had lost a whole piece of tissue on his face, as if it were a melting ice mass. Large pieces of broken ice fell down, and his whole appearance had changed greatly. However, compared with me, he has changed so much that I am surprised. This magnificent man, distinguished and well-educated, had never had any aversion to meeting him in the past. Now I don't understand why I thought he was so mysterious that when he appeared on the Champs Elysees, I was so nervous that my heart was beating and I felt embarrassed to approach him. His silk cape; every time I came to the door of his great man's room and raised my hand to knock on it, I felt utterly confused and frightened. However, all this has disappeared not only from his residence, but also from him. The idea of talking to him may make me happy or disgusted, but it can no longer affect my nervous system in any way.
Latin. Even if you are in a calm sea.
Latin means "Don't forget that you are nothing but dust".
How much has changed since I saw him in Duke Gelmont's study this afternoon - only a few hours in all! Did he really have an argument with the prince and be shocked? There is no need for such doubts. For a patient with a very serious illness, a little effort from him will cause him excessive fatigue. He was powerless, and when he met the stifling heat at the party, his face turned out to be like a ripe pear or a spoiled milk. In a day, the color turned blue. In addition, Swan's hair had thinned out. Mrs. Nad Gelmont said it was time for a fur processor to repair it. It looked like it had been dipped in camphor oil, and it was terribly soaked. I was going through the smoking room to talk to Swan. Unfortunately, one hand clapped me on my shoulder at the same time: ” Hello, my little baby, I stayed in Paris for forty-eight hours. I went to your house and they told me you were here. My aunt had the privilege of seeing me at her party, thanks to you." It turned out to be Saint Lucia. I gave him a great compliment on how beautiful the palace was." Yes, it's a historic attraction, but I find it annoying to stay here. Let's not go to my uncle Palamedes, or we'll be entangled. Mrs. Morley has just left. He must be upset now. It was said that it was a good play. He kept going and took her to the car until he broke up with her. I don't complain about my uncle, but I find it ridiculous that my family guardianship counselors, who are strict with me at ordinary times, can make explosive news. First of all, my uncle Charles, who is my supervisor and guardian, can play with women as well as Don Juan. At this age, he will not stop. 。 There was a time when they talked about appointing me a judicial adviser. I wondered if all these old-fashioned ghosts would come together to discuss my problems and let me listen to their moral education and blame my mother for hurting her heart, they would have to look at each other and laugh. Look carefully at who these consultants are. They seem to have picked out a group of ghosts who are most capable of pulling women's pomegranate skirts.
It doesn't matter what Mr. De Charles is, but in my opinion, my friend's fuss about him has no more reason. But for other reasons, Robert thinks it's a big mistake to let his foolish relatives, who used to be ridiculous, still foolish, give moral lessons to younger generations. And I think those reasons will change in the future. As long as it is related to atavism and familial inheritance, nine out of ten uncles who are responsible for teaching their nephews have the same problems as their nephews. In fact, uncle is not hypocritical on this point. Like everyone else, he has made cognitive mistakes. Once the environment changes, he thinks "it's not the same thing", which leads to their repeated artistic and political mistakes. They denounce a certain painting genre, or rely on their own reasons, and are tired of a certain political event. It is extremely evil, but it never occurred to me that their views on this painting school or this event ten years ago were regarded as truth by themselves. Although they changed their opinions for a while, they could not understand and agree with each other as long as they concealed them slightly. In addition, even if uncle's faults are different from nephew's, the hereditary law still plays a role to some extent, but the consequences may not always be the same as the previous cause, just as the copies are not all the same as the original, and even worse, even if uncle's faults are worse, he may think that he is not so serious.
Not long ago, Mr. De Charles denounced Robert. At that time, Robert did not understand his uncle's real hobbies. But even though the Baron denounced his own hobbies at that time, he could have taught Robert sincerely and insisted on the views of the upper classes that Robert was much more guilty than himself. 。 When his uncle was instructed to teach him, didn't Robert almost get expelled from his circle? Didn't he almost get kicked out of the race club? Wasn't he spending money on a cheap woman because he made friends with writers, actors, Jews and other people who were not in the upper class, because his views were the same as those of traitors, because he caused the pain of all his relatives and became the laughing stock of everyone? In what way can he compare his shameful life with that of De Charles? Up to now, Mr. De Charles is not only good at maintaining, but also at improving his status in the Galmont family. He absolutely enjoys a privileged position in the upper society and is well received and praised by the most outstanding people in the upper society. He married a princess of the Golden Branch and the Bourbon clan as his wife, and is good at making her happy. A more pious and meticulous worship is created in his mind, which is generally impossible in the upper classes, thus winning the good reputation of a good husband and a good son.
"But are you sure that Mr. de Charles had so many mistresses?" I asked, not because I had a bad intention to reveal to Robert the secret I had discovered by accident, but because I was annoyed to hear that he was so sure and confident in sticking to the wrong statement. He must have thought my question was naive and shrugged his shoulders to answer it.
"But I don't condemn him for doing so. I think he's totally responsible." Then he blew a theory to me that he would hate himself if he was in Balbeck (in Balbeck, the only appropriate punishment for this evil was the death penalty). The reason is that he was self-affectionate and jealous at that time. He even praised me about the brothel: "Only there can we find shoes that fit our feet. When we were soldiers, we called them shoes that fit our size." He was no longer in Balbeck as he used to be. He was disgusted when I hinted at such a place. But now when I heard him say that, I told him that Brock had taken me to such a place to open my eyes. I didn't expect him to reply that the place Brock went to must be "very clean, a paradise for the poor."
"It's not necessarily. Anyway, where is it?" I was vague because I recalled that Robert's beloved Rachel was there to sell himself, one gold Louis at a time." In any case, I want you to see more advanced places, where even amazing beauty often goes." I longed for him to take me to the places he knew as soon as possible, which must be much more advanced than the brothel that Block had pointed out to me. Listening to my urgency, he apologized for not being able to satisfy my desire this time because he was leaving the next day. Next time I come, I'll do it." He said, "Look then, there are even 28 beautiful women." He added with a subtle look, "There's a lovely girl, whose surname I remember is De Oswell, the exact name, and then I'll tell you that her parents are decent. Her mother is somewhat aristocratic, but they're all of the best, and if you're right, they even have some kinship with my aunt Oliana." 。 Besides, as long as I saw the girl, I could feel that she was a decent girl (I felt that, with Robert's voice, for a moment, the shadow of the Elves of the de Gelmont family was shown, as if a cloud was floating over the sky, without staying). I think it's a beautiful thing. Her parents have been sick and unable to take care of her. God, the girl is looking for happiness. I'll count on you to try to relieve the child's depression. Ah! When will you come again?" I do not know! If you don't want the Duchess (for nobles, the Duchess is the only name that stands for a very prominent position, as the common people call the princess), there is another type of woman, Mrs. Putbuss's maid.
At that moment, Mrs. De Wauchy went into the recreation room to look for her son. At the first sight of her, Mr. de Charles warmly welcomed her, and the Marquise was flattered to think that the Baron must have been cold to her. The baronet had always been a protector of Oriana, and the family had to be unselfish and shut out his brother's Mistress - because of inheritance problems and jealousy of the duchess, his family tended to overindulge in the duke's demands. Even if the Baron was rude to her, Mrs. De Wauchy could understand the reason, but she was unexpected, on the contrary, welcomed, and she did not doubt what the other party meant. The Baron spoke to her in praise of the portraits Jacques had painted for her in the past. The more he talked, the more exciting he became, the more fervent he finally reached the point of fanaticism. Although he had some intention of not letting the Marquis leave him so as to "contain her", it was probably out of sincerity, as Robert said about the enemy, to force the enemy to continue fighting at a certain position. Now that everyone is very interested in her two sons'queen-like beauty and mother-like eyes, the Baron can do the opposite, rejoicing in discovering the charm that is concentrated on her son's mother, which seems to be centered on a portrait, and the portrait itself. It does not arouse people's desire, but the aesthetic feeling it produces breeds and stimulates people's desires. This desire, in turn, gives Jacob's own portrait a sensuous temptation. At this moment, the Baron would like to get the portrait and study the phylogenetic pedigree of the two sons of Xu Xijia through it.
"You see, I'm not exaggerating." Robert said to me, "Look at my uncle's gallantry beside Mrs. De Casey. I'm really surprised. If Oliana knew it, she would be angry. To tell you the truth, there are so many women. Why only one woman? He added another sentence. People in the world are not all sentimental, so he always thinks that others are thoughtful, according to a variety of different qualities and etiquette to choose their sweethearts. Moreover, not only did Robert mistakenly think that his uncle was addicted to women, but he was often too imprudent in talking about Mr. De Charles because of his resentment for him. When a nephew is a nephew, it is impossible to remain unaffected forever. A hereditary * habit * will be inherited sooner or later through mediating factors. People can build a character gallery under the name of a German comedy, "Uncle and Nephew", in which the uncle, though not willing, carefully guards for fear that his nephew will not eventually resemble himself. It was assumed that the gallery would be incomplete if it did not include uncles who had no real blood relationship with their nephews, that is, uncles of their nieces and daughters-in-law. Indeed, Mr. De Charles was so confident that he thought he was the only real good husband in the world and was not jealous of their women that they usually married her to a Charles figure out of their love for her niece. Sometimes, love for her niece is mixed with love for her fiance. Such marriages are not uncommon and are often called happy marriages.
"What did we say just now? Oh! It was the tall blonde, Mrs. Putterbus's maid. She loves women too, but I think it's none of your business; I can tell you the truth, I've never seen such a beautiful creature before." I think she's like Joel Johnnie's painter, right? It's amazing to draw beautiful portraits with Joel Transne! Ah! If I had time to stay in Paris, how many wonderful things could I do? Then another one. You know, love is a joke. I'm completely awakened.
(1) Giorgione (about 1477-1510), the main painter of the Venetian school, is good at religious paintings. The mythical painting "Sleeping Venus" is the representative of his elegant ideal aesthetic style.
I was soon surprised to find that he had little reservations about his negative attitude towards literature, but when I last met him, I thought he only saw through some literati ("a bunch of rascals and hooligans." He once said this to me), which can be explained by his legitimate hatred of some of Rachel's friends. Those friends did persuade Rachel that if she tolerated the influence of "another race of guys" Robert, she would never be able to show her intelligence. They even went so far as to tease Rachel face to face at the dinner for them. However, Robert's love for literature is not very deep, nor does he allow his true nature to do so. It's just a by-product of his love for Rachel. Once he erases his love for Rachel, his disgust for eaters, drunkards and playwrights, and his worship of women's moral practices. Important feelings then disappeared.
"How strange those two young men look! Look how much fun they have, Marquis." Mr. De Charles pointed to Mrs. De Casey's two sons and said to her as if he had no idea who they were. Maybe two Orientals. They have some special features. Maybe they are Turks. He added another sentence to further prove his pure pretended ignorance and to show a vague feeling of opposition, which, once turned from disgust to intimacy afterwards, could explain why he was intimate with them because they were the sons of Mrs. de Hughes and men. Knowing who they were, the Lord began to show kindness and kindness. Mr. De Charlus was born arrogant and willing to show this kind of disposition. Maybe he pretended not to know how to address the two princes and took full advantage of the occasion. Mrs. Nader Hughes was happy and used her usual sarcasm and sarcasm, just as Scapen seized the opportunity to dress up and let her master dress up fiercely. He ate a stick.
"They are my sons." Mrs. De Hussein blushed and said that if she was smart and had a deeper city, she would have remained silent. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *. Naturally, she could see that De Charles's absolute indifference or ridicule of young men did not come from sincerity, nor did his apparent love for women. He can praise a woman very much, but if she finds him complimenting her and glancing at a man while pretending not to look at him, she will be jealous. Because De Charles's eyes are quite different from his eyes on women; they are special eyes from the heart. Even at a party, they will involuntarily and naturally turn to young men, just like a tailor, when they see clothes, they will keep their eyes open and expose their careers.
"Ah! How strange! Mr. De Charles answered arrogantly, pretending that his mind was going around a big bend, and it was not easy to see the reality, which was quite different from what he had begun to deliberately believe. But I've never lived with them." He added that he feared that the opposition would be too much, thus breaking the Marquis's intention to introduce him to them." Would you allow me to introduce them to you? Asked Mrs. De Hussein timidly. Oh, my God! Of course, yes, but I may not have much fun for a young man like them." Mr. de Charles seemed to be reading aloud, hesitant and indifferent, as if he had no choice but to show a little courtesy. mother
"Aniloff, Victorian, come on." Cried Mrs. De Hussein. Viktonian responded. Anilev looked only at his brother and followed him obediently.
"It's my son's turn." Robert said to me, "It's a real laugh. He will try his best to please and be a housekeeper. My uncle has always hated funny people, which makes him even funnier. Look at the serious way he listened to them. If I had introduced them to him, he would have let me go. Listen to me. I have to say hello to Oliana. I've been in Paris for a very short time. I want to meet all the people I see here. Otherwise, I have to send them postcards.
"They are both well-educated in appearance and elegant in manner." Mr. de Charles was saying.
"Do you think so?" Mrs. De Hussein answered with delight.