Modeste Mignon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 346 pages of information about Modeste Mignon.

Modeste Mignon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 346 pages of information about Modeste Mignon.

Some time during the spring which followed the removal of Madame Mignon and her daughter to the Chalet, Francisque Althor came to dine with the Vilquins.  Happening to see Modeste over the wall at the foot of the lawn, he turned away his head.  Six weeks later he married the eldest Mademoiselle Vilquin.  In this way Modeste, young, beautiful, and of high birth, learned the lesson that for three whole months of her engagement she had been nothing more than Mademoiselle Million.  Her poverty, well known to all, became a sentinel defending the approaches to the Chalet fully as well as the prudence of the Latournelles or the vigilance of Dumay.  The talk of the town ran for a time on Mademoiselle Mignon’s position only to insult her.

“Poor girl! what will become of her?—­an old maid, of course.”

“What a fate! to have had the world at her feet; to have had the chance to marry Francisque Althor,—­and now, nobody willing to take her!”

“After a life of luxury, to come down to such poverty—­”

And these insults were not uttered in secret or left to Modeste’s imagination; she heard them spoken more than once by the young men and the young women of Havre as they walked to Ingouville, and, knowing that Madame Mignon and her daughter lived at the Chalet, talked of them as they passed the house.  Friends of the Vilquins expressed surprise that the mother and daughter were willing to live on among the scenes of their former splendor.  From her open window behind the closed blinds Modeste sometimes heard such insolence as this:—­

“I am sure I can’t think how they can live there,” some one would say as he paced the villa lawn,—­perhaps to assist Vilquin in getting rid of his tenant.

“What do you suppose they live on? they haven’t any means of earning money.”

“I am told the old woman has gone blind.”

“Is Mademoiselle Mignon still pretty?  Dear me, how dashing she used to be!  Well, she hasn’t any horses now.”

Most young girls on hearing these spiteful and silly speeches, born of an envy that now rushed, peevish and drivelling, to avenge the past, would have felt the blood mount to their foreheads; others would have wept; some would have undergone spasms of anger; but Modeste smiled, as we smile at the theatre while watching the actors.  Her pride could not descend so low as the level of such speeches.

The other event was more serious than these mercenary meannesses.  Bettina Caroline died in the arms of her younger sister, who had nursed her with the devotion of girlhood, and the curiosity of an untainted imagination.  In the silence of long nights the sisters exchanged many a confidence.  With what dramatic interest was poor Bettina invested in the eyes of the innocent Modeste?  Bettina knew love through sorrow only, and she was dying of it.  Among young girls every man, scoundrel though he be, is still a lover.  Passion is the one thing absolutely

Copyrights
Project Gutenberg
Modeste Mignon from Project Gutenberg. Public domain.