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mar���������ﻹ��ȫ����绰,��������ô�иߵ�����۸�ried when a mere child to the duc de fleury, great-nephew of the cardinal, there was no sort of affection between her husband and herself, each went their own way, and they were scarcely ever in each other��s society. he had also emigrated, but he was not in rome, and mme. le brun, who was very fond of her, foresaw with anxiety and [100] misgiving the dangers and difficulties which were certain to beset one so young, so lovely, so attractive, and so unprotected, with no one to guide or influence her. full of romance and passion, surrounded with admiration and temptation, she was already carrying on a correspondence, which could not be anything but dangerous, with the duc de lauzun, a handsome, fascinating rou��, who had not quitted france, and was afterwards guillotined.in the waste of waters round,the states-general were to open on may 5th, and the day before m. de beaune and m. de montagu went to versailles to be present, pauline remaining in paris to nurse a sick servant.��i dare say you will recollect it very well, my dear,�� said he, ��if you give your mind to it. and if you cannot remember you can make it up.��[82]��my dear, you are too modest. you may be sure lady inverbroom would be only too glad to get somebody to interest and amuse the princess, for she has no great fund of wit and ability herself. i saw the princess laughing three times at something you said to her, and i dare say i missed other occasions. did you see her pearls? certainly they were very fine, and i��m sure we can take it for granted they were genuine, but i saw none among them, and i had a good look at them before and behind, that would match my pearl pendant.��chapter iione of david��s most rising pupils before the revolution was young isabey, son of a peasant of franche comt��, who had made money and was rich.but amidst all this professional and social prosperity mme. le brun was now to experience two severe domestic sorrows, one of which was the loss of her mother, of whose death her brother sent her the news from france. the other, related to her daughter, was entirely owing to her own infatuated folly, and was not at all surprising.the day before their tryst out among the downs, this stupefied stagnation of emotion suddenl
another of her fellow-prisoners, equally fascinated by her and able to render her more practical service, was m. de montrond, a witty, light-hearted sceptic, a friend of talleyrand.he had grown to detest the time after dinner passed in the plushy, painted drawing-room. hitherto, in all these years of increasing prosperity, during which the conscious effort of his brain had been directed to business and money-making, he had not objected after the work of the day to pass a quiescen���������ﻹ��ȫ����绰t hour or two before his early bedtime giving half an ear to his wife��s babble, which, with her brain thickened with refreshment, always reached its flood-tide of voluble incoherence now, giving half an eye to alice with her industrious{291} needle. all the time a vague simmer of mercantile meditation gently occupied him; his mind, like some kitchen fire with the damper pushed in, kept itself just alight, smouldered and burned low, and alice��s needle was but like the bars of the grate, and his wife��s prattle the mild rumble of water in the boiler. it was all domestic and normal, in accordance with the general destiny of prosperous men in middle age. indeed, he was luckier in some respects than the average, for there had always been for him his secret garden, the hortus inclusus, into which neither his family nor his business interests ever entered. now even that had been invaded, norah��s catalogue had bec��������ô�иߵ�����۸�ome to him the most precious of his books: she was like sunshine in his secret garden or like a bitter wind, something, anyhow, that got between him and his garden beds, while here in the drawing-room in the domestic hour after dinner the fact of her made itself even more insistently felt, for she turned lady keeling��s vapidities, to which hitherto he had been impervious, into an active stinging irritation, and even poor alice��s industrious needle and the ever-growing pattern of maltese crosses on mr silverdale��s slippers was like some monotonous recurring drip of water that set his nerves on edge. this was a pretty state of mind, he told himself, for a hardheaded business man of fifty, and yet even as with all the force of resolution that was in him he tried to find something{292} in his wife��s remarks that could awake a relevant reasonable reply, some rebellious consciousness in his brain would only concern itself with counting on the pink clock the hours that lay between the present moment and nine o��clock next morning. and then the pink clock melodiously announced on the westminster chime that it was half past ten, and alice put her needle into the middle of the last maltese cross, and lady keeling waddled across the room and tapped the barometer, which a marble diana held in her chaste hand, to see if the weather promised well for the bazaar to-morrow. the evening was over, and there would not be another for the next twenty-four hours.however, she had plenty of interests, and made many english friends besides the numerous
neve���������ﻹ��ȫ����绰r in the world��s history was a stranger mingling of generosity and folly, unpractical learning [212] and brutal ignorance, misguided talents and well-meaning stupidity, saintly goodness and diabolical wickedness, heroic deeds and horrible crimes, than in the years ushered in with such triumph and joy by the credulous persons so truly described in later years by napoleon: ��political economists are nothing but visionaries who dream of plans of finance when they are not fit to be schoolmasters in the smallest village.... your speculators trace their utopian schemes upon paper, fools read and believe them, every one babbles about universal happiness, and presently the people have not bread to eat. then comes a revolution.... necker was the cause of the saturnalia that devastated france. it was he who overturned the monarchy, and brought louis xvi. to the scaffold.... robespierre himself, danton, and marat have done less mischief to franc�ϻ��ֶ��������иߵ�ģ�ط���e than m. necker. it was he who brought about the revolution.��ram��ne presque de la joie.��she was happier now than she had been for a long time; she heard every now and then from her father and rosalie, her husband was with her, and her love for the aunt, who was their good angel, ever increased. but still the terrible death of her mother, sister, and grandmother cast its shadow over her life, added to which was her uncertainty about adrienne."but it is time we were getting ready for a start for tokio, and so we'll suspend our discussion of japanese political hist