She had just finished a beautiful dark lily, which contrasted strangely with its neighbors, when a servant entered.
"Madame," said he, "there is a person here inquiring for Monsieur le Baron de Bergenheim." "Is Monsieur de Bergenheim not at home ?" asked Mademoiselle de Corandeuil.
"Monsieur has gone to ride with Mademoiselle Aline." "Who is this person ?" "It is a gentleman; but I did not ask his name." "Let him enter." Clemence arose at the servant's first words and threw her work upon a chair, making a movement as if to leave the room; but after a moment's reflection, she resumed her seat and her work, apparently indifferent as to who might enter.
"Monsieur de Marillac," announced the lackey, as he opened the door a second time.
Madame de Bergenheim darted a rapid glance at the individual who presented himself, and then breathed freely again.
After setting to rights his coiffure 'a la Perinet', the artist entered the room, throwing back his shoulders.

Tightly buttoned up in his travelling redingote, and balancing with ease a small gray hat, he bowed respectfully to the two ladies and then assumed a pose a la Van Dyke.
Constance was so frightened at the sight of this imposing figure that, instead of jumping at the newcomer's legs, as was her custom, she sheltered herself under her mistress's chair, uttering low growls; at first glance the latter shared, if not the terror, at least the aversion of her dog.

Among her numerous antipathies, Mademoiselle de Corandeuil detested a beard.

This was a common sentiment with all old ladies, who barely tolerated moustaches: "Gentlemen did not wear them in 1780," they would say.
Marillac's eyes turned involuntarily toward the portraits, and other picturesque details of a room which was worthy the attention of a connoisseur; but he felt that the moment was not opportune for indulging in artistic contemplation, and that he must leave the dead for the living.
"Ladies," said he, "I ought, first of all, to ask your pardon for thus intruding without having had the honor of an introduction.

I hoped to find here Monsieur de Bergenheim, with whom I am on very intimate terms.
I was told that he was at the chateau." "My husband's friends do not need to be presented at his house," said Clemence; "Monsieur de Bergenheim probably will return soon." And with a gracious gesture she motioned the visitor to a seat.
"Your name is not unknown to me," said Mademoiselle de Corandeuil in her turn, having succeeded in calming Constance's agitation.