Rastignac brought d’Arthez.  The princess made none of those compliments to the celebrated author with which vulgar persons overwhelmed him; but she treated him with a kindness full of graceful respect, which, with her, was the utmost extent of her concessions.  Her manner was doubtless the same with the King of France and the royal princes.  She seemed happy to see this great man, and glad that she had sought him.  Persons of taste, like the princess, are especially distinguished for their manner of listening, for an affability without superciliousness, which is to politeness what practice is to virtue.  When the celebrated man spoke, she took an attentive attitude, a thousand times more flattering than the best-seasoned compliments.  The mutual presentation was made quietly, without emphasis, and in perfectly good taste, by the marquise.

At dinner d’Arthez was placed beside the princess, who, far from imitating the eccentricities of diet which many affected women display, ate her dinner with a very good appetite, making it a point of honor to seem a natural woman, without strange ways or fancies.  Between two courses she took advantage of the conversation becoming general to say to d’Arthez, in a sort of aside:—­

“The secret of the pleasure I take in finding myself beside you, is the desire I feel to learn something of an unfortunate friend of yours, monsieur.  He died for another cause greater than ours; but I was under the greatest obligations to him, although unable to acknowledge or thank him for them.  I know that you were one of his best friends.  Your mutual friendship, pure and unalterable, is a claim upon me.  You will not, I am sure, think it extraordinary, that I have wished to know all you could tell me of a man so dear to you.  Though I am attached to the exiled family, and bound, of course, to hold monarchical opinions, I am not among those who think it is impossible to be both republican and noble in heart.  Monarchy and the republic are two forms of government which do not stifle noble sentiments.”

“Michel Chrestien was an angel, madame,” replied Daniel, in a voice of emotion.  “I don’t know among the heroes of antiquity a greater than he.  Be careful not to think him one of those narrow-minded republicans who would like to restore the Convention and the amenities of the Committee of Public Safety.  No, Michel dreamed of the Swiss federation applied to all Europe.  Let us own, between ourselves, that after the glorious government of one man only, which, as I think, is particularly suited to our nation, Michel’s system would lead to the suppression of war in this old world, and its reconstruction on bases other than those of conquest, which formerly feudalized it.  From this point of view the republicans came nearest to his idea.  That is why he lent them his arm in July, and was killed at Saint-Merri.  Though completely apart in opinion, he and I were closely bound together as friends.”