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om a gilt nail； in a picturesque sheath to match。 The women； the brains； and hearts of Paris are all on a par。 There is no passion left； because we have no individuality。 High birth and intellect and fortune are all reduced to one level； we all have taken to the uniform black coat by way of mourning for a dead France。 There is no love between equals。 Between two lovers there should be differences to efface； wide gulfs to fill。 The charm of love fled from us in 1789。 Our dulness and our humdrum lives are the outcome of the political system。 Italy at any rate is the land of sharp contrasts。 Woman there is a malevolent animal； a dangerous unreasoning siren； guided only by her tastes and appetites； a creature no more to be trusted than a tiger〃
Mme。 Firmiani here came up to interrupt this soliloquy made up of vague； conflicting； and fragmentary thoughts which cannot be reproduced in words。 The whole charm of such musing lies in its vaguenesswhat is it but a sort of mental haze？
〃I want to introduce you to some one who has the greatest wish to make your acquaintance； after all that she has heard of you；〃 said the lady； taking his arm。
She brought him into the next room； and with such a smile and glance as a Parisienne alone can give； she indicated a woman sitting by the hearth。
〃Who is she？〃 the Comte de Vandenesse asked quickly。
〃You have heard her name more than once coupled with praise or blame。 She is a woman who lives in seclusiona perfect mystery。〃
〃Oh！ if ever you have been merciful in your life； for pity's sake tell me her name。〃
〃She is the Marquise d'Aiglemont。〃
〃I will take lessons from her； she had managed to make a peer of France of that eminently ordinary person her husband； and a dullard into a power in the land。 But； pray tell me this； did Lord Grenville die for her sake； do you think； as some women say？〃
〃Possibly。 Since that adventure； real or imaginary； she is very much changed； poor thing！ She has not gone into society since。 Four years of constancythat is something in Paris。 If she is here to…night〃 Here Mme。 Firmiani broke off； adding with a mysterious expression； 〃I am forgetting that I must say nothing。 Go and talk with her。〃
For a moment Charles stood motionless； leaning lightly against the frame of the doorway； wholly absorbed in his scrutiny of a woman who had become famous； no one exactly knew how or why。 Such curious anomalies are frequent enough in the world。 Mme。 d'Aiglemont's reputation was certainly no more extraordinary than plenty of other great reputations。 There are men who are always in travail of some great work which never sees the light； statisticians held to be profound on the score of calculations which they take very good care not to publish； politicians who live on a newspaper article； men of letters and artists whose performances are never given to the world； men of science； much as Sganarelle is a Latinist for those who know no Latin； there are the men who are allowed by general consent to possess a peculiar capacity for some one thing； be it for the direction of arts； or for the conduct of an important mission。 The admirable phrase； 〃A man with a special subject；〃 might have been invented on purpose for these acephalous species in the domain of literature and politics。
Charles gazed longer than he intended。 He was vexed with himself for feeling so strongly interested； it is true； however； that the lady's appearance was a refutation of the young man's ballroom generalizations。
The Marquise had reached her thirtieth year。 She was beautiful in spite of her fragile form and extremely delicate look。 Her greatest charm lay in her still face； revealing unfathomed depths of soul。 Some haunting； ever…present thought veiled； as it were； the full brilliance of eyes which told of a fevered life and boundless resignation。 So seldom did she raise the eyelids soberly downcast； and so listless were her glances； that it almost seemed as if the fire in her eyes were reserved for some occult contemplation。 Any man of genius and feeling must have felt strangely attracted by her gentleness and silence。 If the mind sought to explain the mysterious problem of a constant inward turning from the present to the past； the soul was no less interested in initiating itself into the secrets of a heart proud in some sort of its anguish。 Everything about her； moreover； was in keeping with these thoughts which she inspired。 Like almost all women who have very long hair； she was very pale and perfectly white。 The marvelous fineness of her skin （that almost unerring sign） indicated a quick sensibility which could be seen yet more unmistakably in her features； there was the same minute and wonderful delicacy of finish in them that the Chinese artist gives to his fantastic figures。 Perhaps her neck was rather too long； but such necks belong to the most graceful type； and suggest vague affinities between a woman's head and the magnetic curves of the serpent。 Leave not a single one of the thousand signs and tokens by which the most inscrutable character betrays itself to an observer of human nature； he has but to watch carefully the little movements of a woman's head； the ever…varying expressive turns and curves of her neck and throat； to read her nature。
Mme。 d'Aiglemont's dress harmonized with the haunting thought that informed the whole woman。 Her hair was gathered up into a tall coronet of broad plaits； without ornament of any kind； she seemed to have bidden farewell for ever to elaborate toilettes。 Nor were any of the small arts of coquetry which spoil so many women to be detected in her。 Perhaps her bodice； modest though it was； did not altogether conceal the dainty grace of her figure； perhaps； too； her gown looked rich from the extreme distinction of its fashion； and if it is permissible to look for expression in the arrangement of stuffs； surely those numerous straight folds invested her with a great dignity。 There may have been some lingering trace of the indelible feminine foible in the minute care bestowed upon her hand and foot； yet； if she allowed them to be seen with some pleasure； it would have tasked the utmost malice of a rival to discover any affectation in her gestures； so natural did they seem； so much a part of old childish habit； that her careless grace absolved this vestige of vanity。
All these little characteristics； the nameless trifles which combine to make up the sum of a woman's prettiness or ugliness； her charm or lack of charm； can only be indicated； when； as with Mme。 d'Aiglemont； a personality dominates and gives coherence to the details； informing them； blending them all in an exquisite whole。 Her manner was perfectly in accord with her style of beauty and her dress。 Only to certain women at a certain age is it given to put language into their attitude。 Is it joy or is it sorrow that teaches a woman of thirty the secret of that eloquence of carriage； so that she must always remain an enigma which each interprets by the aid of his hopes； desires； or theories？
The way in which the Marquise leaned both elbows on the arm of her chair； the toying of her interclasped fingers； the curve of her throat； the indolent lines of her languid but lissome body as sh