Agreeable as it was to Undine that an appeal to her discretion should be
based on the ground of her youth and good-looks, she was dismayed to find
herself cut off from the very circle she had meant them to establish her in.
Before she had become Raymond's wife there had been a moment of sharp tension in
her relations with the Princess Estradina and the old Duchess. They had done
their best to prevent her marrying their cousin, and had gone so far as openly
to accuse her of being the cause of a breach between themselves and his parents.
But Ralph Marvell's death had brought about a sudden change in her situation.
She was now no longer a divorced woman struggling to obtain ecclesiastical
sanction for her remarriage, but a widow whose conspicuous beauty and
independent situation made her the object of lawful aspirations. The first
person to seize on this distinction and make the most of it was her old enemy
the Marquise de Trezac. The latter, who had been loudly charged by the house of
Chelles with furthering her beautiful compatriot's designs, had instantly seen a
chance of vindicating herself by taking the widowed Mrs. Marvell under her wing
and favouring the attentions of other suitors. These were not lacking, and the
expected result had followed. Raymond de Chelles, more than ever infatuated as
attainment became less certain, had claimed a definite promise from Undine, and
his family, discouraged by his persistent bachelorhood, and their failure to fix
his attention on any of the amiable maidens obviously designed to continue the
race, had ended by withdrawing their opposition and discovering in Mrs. Marvell
the moral and financial merits necessary to justify their change of front.
"A good match? If she isn't, I should like to know what the Chelles call
one!" Madame de Trezac went about indefatigably proclaiming. "Related to the
best people in New York--well, by marriage, that is; and her husband left much
more money than was expected. It goes to the boy, of course; but as the boy is
with his mother she naturally enjoys the income. And her father's a rich
man--much richer than is generally known; I mean what WE call rich in America,
you understand!"
Madame de Trezac had lately discovered that the proper attitude for the
American married abroad was that of a militant patriotism; and she flaunted
Undine Marvell in the face of the Faubourg like a particularly showy specimen of
her national banner. The success of the experiment emboldened her to throw off
the most sacred observances of her past. She took up Madame Adelschein, she
entertained the James J. Rollivers, she resuscitated Creole dishes, she
patronized negro melodists, she abandoned her weekly teas for impromptu
afternoon dances, and the prim drawing-room in which dowagers had droned echoed
with a cosmopolitan hubbub.
Even when the period of tension was over, and Undine had been officially
received into the family of her betrothed, Madame de Trezac did not at once
surrender. She laughingly professed to have had enough of the proprieties, and
declared herself bored by the social rites she had hitherto so piously
performed. "You'll always find a corner of home here, dearest, when you get
tired of their ceremonies and solemnities," she said as she embraced the bride
after the wedding breakfast; and Undine hoped that the devoted Nettie would in
fact provide a refuge from the extreme domesticity of her new state. But since
her return to Paris, and her taking up her domicile in the Hotel de Chelles, she
had found Madame de Trezac less and less disposed to abet her in any assertion
of independence.
"My dear, a woman must adopt her husband's nationality whether she wants to
or not. It's the law, and it's the custom besides. If you wanted to amuse
yourself with your Nouveau Luxe friends you oughtn't to have married
Raymond--but of course I say that only in joke. As if any woman would have
hesitated who'd had your chance! Take my advice--keep out of Lili's set just at
first. Later ... well, perhaps Raymond won't be so particular; but meanwhile
you'd make a great mistake to go against his people--" and Madame de Trezac,
with a "Chere Madame," swept forward from her tea-table to receive the first of
the returning dowagers.
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