" replied the actress, who had seated herself on
a cushion at Adeline's feet, and was kissing her hands. "We shall find
him; and if he is in the mire, well, he must wash himself. Believe me,
with people of good breeding it is a matter of clothes.--Allow me to
make up for you the harm I have done you, for I see how much you are
attached to your husband, in spite of his misconduct--or you should not
have come here.--Well, you see, the poor man is so fond of women. If you
had had a little of our dash, you would have kept him from running about
the world; for you would have been what we can never be--all the women
man wants.
"The State ought to subsidize a school of manners for honest women!
But governments are so prudish! Still, they are guided by men, whom we
privately guide. My word, I pity nations!
"But the matter in question is how you can be helped, and not to laugh
at the world.--Well, madame, be easy, go home again, and do not worry. I
will bring your Hector back to you as he was as a man of thirty."
"Ah, mademoiselle, let us go to see that Madame Grenouville," said the
Baroness. "She surely knows something! Perhaps I may see the Baron this
very day, and be able to snatch him at once from poverty and disgrace."
"Madame, I will show you the deep gratitude I feel towards you by not
displaying the stage-singer Josepha, the Duc d'Herouville's mistress,
in the company of the noblest, saintliest image of virtue. I respect
you too much to be seen by your side. This is not acted humility; it is
sincere homage. You make me sorry, madame, that I cannot tread in your
footsteps, in spite of the thorns that tear your feet and hands.--But it
cannot be helped! I am one with art, as you are one with virtue."
"Poor child!" said the Baroness, moved amid her own sorrows by a strange
sense of compassionate sympathy; "I will pray to God for you; for you
are the victim of society, which must have theatres. When you are old,
repent--you will be heard if God vouchsafes to hear the prayers of a--"
"Of a martyr, madame," Josepha put in, and she respectfully kissed the
Baroness' skirt.
But Adeline took the actress' hand, and drawing her towards her, kissed
her on the forehead. Coloring with pleasure Josepha saw the Baroness
into the hackney coach with the humblest politeness.
"It must be some visiting Lady of Charity," said the man-servant to the
maid, "for she does not do so much for any one, not even for her dear
friend Mada
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