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us M。 de Joinville thought he noticed that he was being followed。 He turned back； went up to the fellow and struck him。
After the first part of the concert MM。 d'Aumale and de Montpensier came into the other salon where I had taken refuge with Théophile Gautier； and we chatted for fully an hour。 The two princes spoke to me at length about literary matters； about 〃Les Burgraves；〃 〃Ruy Blas；〃 〃Lucrèce Borgia；〃 Mme。 Halley； Mlle。 Georges； and Frédérick Lemaitre。 Also a good deal about Spain； the royal wedding； bull…fights； hand…kissings； and etiquette； that M。 de Montpensier 〃detests。〃 〃The Spaniards love royalty；〃 he added； 〃and especially etiquette。 In politics as in religion they are bigots rather than believers。 They were greatly shocked during the wedding fetes because the Queen one day dared to venture out afoot！〃
MM。 d'Aumale and de Montpensier are charming young men； bright； gay； gracious； witty； sincere； full of that ease that communicates itself to others。 They have a fine air。 They are princes； they are perhaps men of intellect。 M。 de Nemours is embarrassed and embarrassing。 When he comes towards you with his blond whiskers； his blue eyes； his red sash； his white waistcoat and his melancholy air he perturbs you。 He never looks you in the face。 He always casts about for something to say and never knows what he does say。
November 5； 1847。
Four years ago the Duke d'Aumale was in barracks at Courbevoie with the 17th； of which he was then colonel。 During the summer； in the morning； after the manoeuvres which took place at Neuilly； he frequently strolled back along the river bank； alone； his hands behind his back。 Nearly every day he happened upon a pretty girl named Adele Protat； who every morning went from Courbevoie to Neuilly and returned at the same hour as M。 d'Aumale。 The young girl noticed the young officer in undress uniform； but was not aware that he was a prince。 At length they struck up an acquaintance； and walked and chatted together。 Under the influence of the sun； the flowers； and the fine mornings something very much like love sprang up between them。 Adele Protat thought she had to do with a captain at the most。 He said to her： 〃Come and see me at Courbevoie。〃 She refused。 Feebly。
One evening she was passing near Neuilly in a boat。 Two young men were bathing。 She recognized her officer。
〃There is the Duke d'Aumale；〃 said the boatman。
〃Really！〃 said she； and turned pale。
The next day she had ceased to love him。 She had seen him naked； and knew that he was a prince。
IN THE CHAMBER OF PEERS。
IN THE CHAMBER OF PEERS。
1846。
Yesterday； February 22； I went to the Chamber of Peers。 The weather was fine and very cold； in spite of the noonday sun。 In the Rue de Tournon I met a man in the custody of two soldiers。 The man was fair； pale； thin； haggard； about thirty years old； he wore coarse linen trousers； his bare and lacerated feet were visible in his sabots； and blood…stained bandages round his ankles took the place of stockings； his short blouse was soiled with mud in the back； which indicated that he habitually slept on the ground； his head was bare； his hair dishevelled。 Under his arm was a loaf。 The people who surrounded him said that he had stolen the loaf； and it was for this that he had been arrested。
When they reached the gendarmerie barracks one of the soldiers entered； and the man stayed at the door guarded by the other soldier。
A carriage was standing at the door of the barracks。 It was decorated with a coat of arms； on the lanterns was a ducal coronet； two grey horses were harnessed to it； behind it were two lackeys。 The windows were raised； but the interior； upholstered in yellow damask； was visible。 The gaze of the man fixed upon this carriage； attracted mine。 In the carriage was a woman in a pink bonnet and costume of black velvet； fresh； white； beautiful； dazzling； who was laughing and playing with a charming child of sixteen months； buried in ribbons； lace and furs。
This woman did not see the terrible man who was gazing at her。
I became pensive。
This man was no longer a man for me； he was the spectre of misery； the brusque； deformed； lugubrious apparition in full daylight； in full sunlight； of a revolution that is still plunged in darkness； but which is approaching。 In former times the poor jostled the rich； this spectre encountered the rich man in all his glory； but they did not look at each other； they passed on。 This condition of things could thus last for some time。 The moment this man perceives that this woman exists； while this woman does not see that this man is there； the catastrophe is inevitable。
GENERAL FABVIER
Fabvier had fought valiantly in the wars of the Empire； he fell out with the Restoration over the obscure affair of Grenoble。 He expatriated himself about 1816。 It was the period of the departure of the eagles。 Lallemand went to America； Allard and Vannova to India； Fabvier to Greece。
The revolution of 1820 broke out。 He took an heroic part in it。 He raised a corps of four thousand palikars； to whom he was not a chief； but a god。 He gave them civilization and taught them barbarity。 He was rough and brave above all of them； and almost ferocious； but with that grand； Homeric ferocity。 One might have thought that he had come from a tent of the camp of Achilles rather than from the camp of Napoleon。 He invited the English Ambassador to dinner at his bivouac； the Ambassador found him seated by a big fire at which a whole sheep was roasting； when the animal was cooked and unskewered； Fabvier placed the heel of his bare foot upon the neck of the smoking and bleeding sheep and tore off a quarter； which he offered to the Ambassador。 In bad times nothing daunted him。 He was indifferent alike to cold； heat； fatigue and hunger； he never spared himself。 The palikars used to say： 〃When the soldier eats cooked grass Fabvier eats it green。〃
I knew his history； but I had not seen him when； in 1846； General Fabvier was made a peer of France。 One day he had a speech to make； and the Chancellor announced： 〃Baron Fabvier has the tribune。〃 I expected to hear a lion； I thought an old woman was speaking。
Yet his face was a truly masculine one； heroic and formidable； that one might have fancied had been moulded by the hand of a giant and which seemed to have preserved a savage and terrible grimace。 What was so strange was the gentle； slow； grave； contained； caressing voice that was allied to this magnificent ferocity。 A child's voice issued from this tiger's mouth。
General Fabvier delivered from the tribune speeches learned by heart； graceful； flowery； full of allusions to the woods and countryveritable idylls。 In the tribune this Ajax became a Némorin。
He spoke in low tones like a diplomat； he smiled like a courtier。 He was not averse to making himself agreeable to princes。 This is what the peerage had done for him。 He was only a hero after all。
August 22； 1846。
The Marquis de Boissy has assurance； coolness； self…possession； a voice that is peculiar to himself； facility of speech； wit occasionally； the quality of imperturbability； all the acces