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A
crowd
of
moustachised
young
men
had
approached
Mathilde
.
She
realized
that
Altamira
had
not
felt
allured
,
and
was
piqued
by
his
departure
.
She
saw
his
black
eye
gleam
as
he
talked
to
the
Peruvian
general
.
Mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
looked
at
the
young
Frenchmen
with
that
profound
seriousness
which
none
of
her
rivals
could
imitate
,
"
which
of
them
,
"
she
thought
,
"
could
get
himself
condemned
to
death
,
even
supposing
he
had
a
favourable
opportunity
?
"
This
singular
look
flattered
those
who
were
not
very
intelligent
,
but
disconcerted
the
others
.
They
feared
the
discharge
of
some
stinging
epigram
that
would
be
difficult
to
answer
.
"
Good
birth
vouchsafes
a
hundred
qualities
whose
absence
would
offend
me
.
I
see
as
much
in
the
case
of
Julien
,
"
thought
Mathilde
,
"
but
it
withers
up
those
qualities
of
soul
which
make
a
man
get
condemned
to
death
.
"
At
that
moment
some
one
was
saying
near
her
:
"
Comte
Altamira
is
the
second
son
of
the
Prince
of
San
Nazaro
-
Pimentel
;
it
was
a
Pimentel
who
tried
to
save
Conradin
,
was
beheaded
in
1268
.
It
is
one
of
the
noblest
families
in
Naples
.
"
"
So
,
"
said
Mathilde
to
herself
,
"
what
a
pretty
proof
this
is
of
my
maxim
,
that
good
birth
deprives
a
man
of
that
force
of
character
in
default
of
which
a
man
does
not
get
condemned
to
death
.
I
seem
doomed
to
reason
falsely
to
-
night
.
Since
I
am
only
a
woman
like
any
other
,
well
I
must
dance
.
"
She
yielded
to
the
solicitations
of
M
.
de
Croisenois
who
had
been
asking
for
a
gallop
for
the
last
hour
.
To
distract
herself
from
her
failure
in
philosophy
,
Mathilde
made
a
point
of
being
perfectly
fascinating
.
M
.
de
Croisenois
was
enchanted
.
But
neither
the
dance
nor
her
wish
to
please
one
of
the
handsomest
men
at
court
,
nor
anything
at
all
,
succeeded
in
distracting
Mathilde
.
She
could
not
possibly
have
been
more
of
a
success
.
She
was
the
queen
of
the
ball
.
She
coldly
appreciated
the
fact
.
"
What
a
blank
life
I
shall
pass
with
a
person
like
Croisenois
,
"
she
said
to
herself
as
he
took
her
back
to
her
place
an
hour
afterwards
"
What
pleasure
do
I
get
,
"
she
added
sadly
,
"
if
after
an
absence
of
six
months
I
find
myself
at
a
ball
which
all
the
women
of
Paris
were
mad
with
jealousy
to
go
to
?
And
what
is
more
I
am
surrounded
by
the
homage
of
an
ideally
constituted
circle
of
society
.
The
only
bourgeois
are
some
peers
and
perhaps
one
or
two
Juliens
.
And
yet
,
"
she
added
with
increasing
sadness
,
"
what
advantages
has
not
fate
bestowed
upon
me
!
Distinction
,
fortune
,
youth
,
everything
except
happiness
.
My
most
dubious
advantages
are
the
very
ones
they
have
been
speaking
to
me
about
all
the
evening
.
Wit
,
I
believe
I
have
it
,
because
I
obviously
frighten
everyone
.
If
they
venture
to
tackle
a
serious
subject
,
they
will
arrive
after
five
minutes
of
conversation
and
as
though
they
had
made
a
great
discovery
at
a
conclusion
which
we
have
been
repeating
to
them
for
the
last
hour
.
I
am
beautiful
,
I
have
that
advantage
for
which
madame
de
Stael
would
have
sacrificed
everything
,
and
yet
I
’
m
dying
of
boredom
.
Shall
I
have
reason
to
be
less
bored
when
I
have
changed
my
name
for
that
of
the
marquis
de
Croisenois
?
"
My
God
though
,
"
she
added
,
while
she
almost
felt
as
if
she
would
like
to
cry
,
"
isn
’
t
he
really
quite
perfect
?
He
’
s
a
paragon
of
the
education
of
the
age
;
you
can
’
t
look
at
him
without
his
finding
something
charming
and
even
witty
to
say
to
you
;
he
is
brave
.
But
that
Sorel
is
strange
,
"
she
said
to
herself
,
and
the
expression
of
her
eyes
changed
from
melancholy
to
anger
.
"
I
told
him
that
I
had
something
to
say
to
him
and
he
hasn
’
t
deigned
to
reappear
.
"
The
luxurious
dresses
,
the
glitter
of
the
candles
;
all
those
pretty
arms
and
fine
shoulders
;
the
bouquets
,
the
intoxicating
strains
of
Rossini
,
the
paintings
of
Ciceri
.
I
am
beside
myself
.
—
Journeys
of
Useri
.
