You were only the usual lord of
creation, a trite pattern. You amused me, and I was curious to see how
long you would remain constant."
"Are you not also a trite pattern?"
"I constituted myself a kind of vengeance. Mademoiselle Catharine
expected you to establish her in the millinery. Have you done so?"
The Chevalier fell back from the table. This thrust utterly confused
and bewildered him. It was so groundless and unexpected.
"She is very plump, and her cheeks are like winter apples. She had at
one time been in my service, but I had reasons to discharge her. I
compliment you upon your taste. After kissing my hands, these,"
holding out those beautiful members of an exquisite anatomy, "you could
go and kiss the cheeks of a serving-wench! Monsieur, I come from a
proud and noble race. A man can not, after having kissed my hands,
press his lips to the cheeks of a Catharine and return again to me. I
wrote that letter to lead you a dance such as you would not soon
forget. And see! you did not trouble yourself to start to find me.
And a Catharine! Faugh! Her hands are large and red, her eyes are
bold; when she is thirty she will be fat and perhaps dispensing cheap
wine in a low cabaret.
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