SEQUEL TO A DIVORCE
CERTAINLY, although he had been engaged in the most extraordinary, most unlikely, most extravagant, and funniest cases,
and had won legal games without a trump in his hand -- although he had worked out the obscure law of divorce, as if it
had been a Californian gold mine, Maître1 Garrulier, the celebrated, the only Garrulier, could not check a movement of
surprise, nor a disheartening shake of the head, nor a smile, when the Countess de Baudémont explained her affairs to him
for the first time.
[1] Title given to advocates in France.
He had just opened his correspondence, and his slender hands, on which he bestowed the greatest attention, buried
themselves in a heap of female letters, and one might have thought oneself in the confessional of a fashionable preacher, so
impregnated was the atmosphere with delicate perfumes.
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Immediately -- even before she had said a word -- with the sharp glance of a practised man of the world, that look which
made beautiful Madame de Serpenoise say: ``He strips your heart bare!the lawyer had classed her in the third category.
Those who suffer came into his first category, those who love, into the second, and those who are bored, into the third -- and
she belonged to the latter.
She was a pretty windmill, whose sails turned and flew round, and fretted the blue sky with a delicious shiver of joy, as it
were, and had the brain of a bird, in which four correct and healthy ideas cannot exist side by side, and in which all
dreams and every kind of folly are engulfed, like a great kaleidoscope.
Incapable of hurting a fly, emotional, charitable, with a feeling of tenderness for the street girl who sells bunches of
violets for a penny, for a cab horse which a driver is ill-using, for a melancholy pauper's funeral, when the body, without
friends or relations to follow it, is being conveyed to the common grave, doing anything that might afford five minutes'
amusement, not caring if she made men miserable for the rest of their days, and taking pleasure in kindling passions which
consumed men's whole being, looking upon life as too short to be anything else than one uninterrupted round of gaiety and
enjoyment, she thought that people might find plenty of time for being serious and reasonable in the evening of life, when
they are at the bottom of the hill, and their looking-glasses reveal a wrinkled face, surrounded with white hair.
A thorough-bred Parisian, whom one would follow to the end of the world, like a poodle; a woman
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whom one adores with the head, the heart, and the senses until one is nearly driven mad, as soon as one has inhaled the
delicate perfume that emanates from her dress and hair, or touched her skin, and heard her laugh; a woman for whom one
would fight a duel and risk life without a thought; for whom a man would remove mountains, and sell his soul to the
devil several times over, if the devil were still in the habit of frequenting the places of bad repute on this earth.
She had perhaps come to see this Garrulier, whom she had so often heard mentioned at five o'clock teas, so as to be able to
describe him to her female friends subsequently in droll phrases, imitating his gestures and the unctuous inflections of his
voice, in order, perhaps, to experience some new sensation, or, perhaps, for the sake of dressing like a woman who was
going to try for a divorce; and, certainly, the whole effect was perfect. She wore a splendid cloak embroidered with jet -which gave an almost serious effect to her golden hair, to her small slightly turned-up nose, with its quivering nostrils, and
to her large eyes, full of enigma and fun -- over a dark stuff dress, which was fastened at the neck by a sapphire and a
diamond pin.
The barrister did not interrupt her, but allowed her to get excited and to chatter; to enumerate her causes for complaint
against poor Count de Baudémont, who certainly had no suspicion of his wife's escapade, and who would have been very
much surprised if anyone had told him of it at that moment, when he was taking his fencing lesson at the club.
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When she had quite finished, he said coolly, as if he were throwing a pail of water on some burning straw:
``But, Madame, there is not the slightest pretext for a divorce in anything that you have told me here. The judges would
ask me whether I took the Law Courts for a theater, and intended to make fun of them.And seeing how disheartened she was, -- that she looked like a child whose favorite toy had been broken, that she was so
pretty that he would have liked to kiss her hands in his devotion, and as she seemed to be witty, and very amusing, and as,
moreover, he had no objection to such visits being prolonged, when papers had to be looked over, while sitting close
together, -- Maître Garrulier appeared to be considering. Taking his chin in his hand, he said:
``However, I will think it over; there is sure to be some dark spot that can be made out worse. Write to me, and come and
see me again.In the course of her visits, that black spot had increased so much and Madame de Baudémont had followed her lawyer's
advice so punctually, and had played on the various strings so skillfully that a few months later, after a lawsuit, which is still
spoken of in the Courts of Justice, and during the course of which the President had to take off his spectacles, and to use his
pocket-handkerchief noisily, the divorce was pronounced in favor of the Countess Marie Anne Nicole Bournet de
Baudémont, née de Tanchart de Peothus.
The Count, who was nonplussed at such an adventure turning out so seriously, first of all flew into
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a terrible rage, rushed off to the lawyer's office and threatened to cut off his knavish ears for him. But when his access of
fury was over, and he thought of it, he shrugged his shoulders and said:
``All the better for her, if it amuses her!Then he bought Baron Silberstein's yacht, and with some friends, got up a cruise to Ceylon and India.
Marie Anne began by triumphing, and felt as happy as a schoolgirl going home for the holidays; she committed every
possible folly, and soon, tired, satiated, and disgusted, began to yawn, cried, and found out that she had sacrificed her
happiness, like a millionaire who has gone mad and has cast his banknotes and shares into the river, and that she was
nothing more than a disabled waif and stray. Consequently, she now married again, as the solitude of her home made her
morose from morning till night; and then, besides, she found a woman requires a mansion when she goes into society, to
race meetings, or to the theater.
And so, while she became a marchioness, and pronounced her second ``Yes,before a very few friends, at the office of
the mayor of the English urban district, malicious people in the Faubourg were making fun of the whole affair, and
affirming this and that, whether rightly or wrongly, and comparing the present husband to the former one, even declaring
that he had partially been the cause of the former divorce. Meanwhile Monsieur de Baudémont was wandering over the
four quarters of the globe trying to overcome his homesickness, and to deaden his longing for love, which had taken
possession of his heart and of his body, like a slow poison.
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He traveled through the most out-of-the-way places, and the most lovely countries, and spent months and months at sea,
and plunged into every kind of dissipation and debauchery. But neither the supple forms nor the luxurious gestures of the
bayaderes, nor the large passive eyes of the Creoles, nor flirtations with English girls with hair the color of new cider, nor
nights of waking dreams, when he saw new constellations in the sky, nor dangers during which a man thinks it is all over
with him, and mutters a few words of prayer in spite of himself, when the waves are high, and the sky black, nothing was
able to make him forget that little Parisian woman who smelled so sweet that she might have been taken for a bouquet of
rare flowers; who was so coaxing, so curious, so funny; who never had the same caprice, the same smile, or the same look
twice, and who, at bottom, was worth more than many others, either saints or sinners.
He thought of her constantly, during long hours of sleeplessness. He carried her portrait about with him in the breast
pocket of his pea-...
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