“‘That is true,’ returned La Palferine, ‘but I do not choose that anything shall slip into my life without my consent.’
“From that day he set himself to torment Claudine. It seemed that he held the bourgeoise, the nobody, in utter horror; nothing would satisfy him but a woman with a title. Claudine, it was true, had made progress; she had learned to dress as well as the best-dressed woman of the Faubourg Saint-Germain; she had freed her bearing of the unhallowed traces; she walked with a chastened, inimitable grace; but this was not enough. This praise of her enabled Claudine to swallow down the rest.
“But one day La Palferine said, ‘If you wish to be the mistress of one La Palferine, poor, penniless, and without prospects as he is, you ought at least to represent him worthily. You should have a carriage and liveried servants and a title. Give me all the gratifications of vanity that will never be mine in my own person. The woman whom I honor with my regard ought never to go on foot; if she is bespattered with mud, I suffer. That is how I am made. If she is mine, she must be admired of all Paris. All Paris shall envy me my good fortune. If some little whipper-snapper seeing a brilliant countess pass in her brilliant carriage shall say to himself, “Who can call such a divinity his?” and grow thoughtful—why, it will double my pleasure.’
“La Palferine owned to us that he flung this programme at Claudine’s head simply to rid himself of her. As a result he was stupefied with astonishment for the first and probably the only time in his life.
“‘Dear,’ she said, and there was a ring in her voice that betrayed the great agitation which shook her whole being, ‘it is well. All this shall be done, or I will die.’
“She let fall a few happy tears on his hand as she kissed it.
“‘You have told me what I must do to be your mistress still,’ she added; ‘I am glad.’
“‘And then’ (La Palferine told us) ‘she went out with a little coquettish gesture like a woman that has had her way. As she stood in my garrett doorway, tall and proud, she seemed to reach the stature of an antique sibyl.’
“All this should sufficiently explain the manners and customs of the Bohemia in which the young condottiere is one of the most brilliant figures,” Nathan continued after a pause. “Now it so happened that I discovered Claudine’s identity, and could understand the appalling truth of one line which you perhaps overlooked in that letter of hers. It was on this wise.”
The Marquise, too thoughtful now for laughter, bade Nathan “Go on,” in a tone that told him plainly how deeply she had been impressed by these strange things, and even more plainly how much she was interested in La Palferine.