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I was fighting her as hard as I could when suddenly she
stopped before a young, aristocratic-looking lady, very
well, even elegantly dressed, with movements full of
softness and grace.
The lady, whom she introduced as Baroness X, said
a few words to me which the noise of the crowd rendered
all but inaudible. I stammered a reply, annoyed at
having been caught in a trap set for me by a wily little
schemer. For I felt certain the meeting had been
premeditated.
A few seconds more and the Baroness had gone, but
not without having personally repeated the invitation
which my companion had already brought me a little
earlier in the afternoon.
The girlish appearance and baby face of the Baroness,
who must have been at least twenty-five years of age,
surprised me. She looked like a schoolgirl; her little face
was framed by roguish curls, golden as a cornfield on
which the sun is shining; she had the shoulders of a
princess and a supple, willowy figure; the way in which
she bowed her head expressed at the same time candour,
respect and superiority.
And this delicious, girlish mother had read my play
without hurt or injury? Was it possible?
She had married a captain of the Guards, was the
mother of a little girl of three, and took a passionate
interest in the theatre, without, however, having the
slightest prospect of ever being able to enter the
profession herself; a sacrifice demanded from her by the rank
and position not only of her husband, but also of her
father-in-law, who had recently received the appointment
of a gentleman-in-waiting.
This was the position of affairs when my love-dream
melted away. A steamer was bearing my lady-love into
the presence of her mummer. He would vindicate his
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