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CHAPTER I.
VERA SOUBLAIEFF.
CHAPTER II.
THE STUDIO IN THE RUE D'ASSAS.
While Prince Olsdorf had gone from the sight of all who loved him,
and Vera Soublaieff, in despair, but obedient, was devoting herself at
Pampeln to the two poor little forsaken ones intrusted to her care,
Mme. Paul Meyrin found forgetfulness of the past in the love of the
man she had chosen. The memory of her children, parted from her
forever, sometimes wrung her heart; and when her mother chose,
from time to time, to send her any news of them, her eyes would fill
with tears.
We may be sure, knowing her character, that Mme. Podoi never
failed to fill her letters to her daughter with reproaches and insulting
comparisons. As if to humiliate and awaken feelings of jealousy in
her, she never mentioned Vera except in the most flattering terms.
"This young girl is irreproachable," she wrote to her five or six
months after her marriage; "at Pampeln everybody loves and
respects and obeys her. No one dares raise the least doubt of her
virtue, of the purity of her relations with the prince during her stay in
Paris. She is absolute mistress at the château, where your name in a
very short time will not be remembered. Your son Alexander himself
will forget it, and will know only that of the woman who has become
his real mother. As for Tekla, she will probably never speak it.
"I know what is going on in Courland from that excellent Madame
Bernard, your son's governess. The prince authorized her to keep
me informed about the health of the children. You may imagine I
shall not ever go again to Pampeln. I do not want to have to blush
for you.
"It is reported in St. Petersburg that Pierre Olsdorf is in Japan; but
he only writes to Vera Soublaieff. She is the only person who knows
for certain where he is.
"This is what your folly has brought my dream of ambition to. May
God grant that no worse misfortunes are in store for you."
When poor Lise had received one of these letters, in which her
mother was thus pitiless, she kept it from her husband, for he might
have forbidden the correspondence, but she would hurry to Mme.
Daubrel, who wept and did her best to console her. Then she would
return to the Rue d'Assas, and a kiss from Paul would bring her
calmness. The love of the ex-Princess Olsdorf for the man whose
name she now bore was unchanged; she was still passionately
attached to this man, to whom she had yielded so completely from
the first hour.
Nor had Paul Meyrin changed; he was still the lover he had been.
Lise was his adored, intoxicating, and extravagant mistress yet.
Proud of the beauty and the distinguished air of his wife, he took her
everywhere, and received many friends—painters, literary men,
artists of all kinds, all enthusiastic about this noble stranger who, to
marry one of their class, had given up without regret the title of
princess and so high a social position.
Lise, on her part, had neglected nothing that could win the affection
of this impressionable world, of which now she formed a part.
At first visitors came with a feeling of distrust, perhaps, too, in a
critical spirit, for they wondered how this great Russian lady would
bear herself toward them, habituated as she was to homage of
every kind, and ready, perhaps, to think that they must be only too
happy to be received by her; but in the case of each of them a few
moments' conversation with Mme. Meyrin was enough to make them
think her perfectly charming. She was simple, sweet, and anxious for
the comfort of all of them.
Excellent musician as she was, other musicians found in her a nature
able to understand them, and an executant of the first class for the
interpretation of their works. The painters soon cited her as an able
judge, and a critic both fair-dealing and kindly. As such she was
looked upon by the literary men, some of whom got into the habit of
putting their ideas before her, and asking for advice. It was not long
before the studio in the Rue d'Assas became a meeting-place of
much renown. The ex-Princess Olsdorf was happy and proud in
doing the honors there.
This was the life she had pictured to herself with the man she loved,
who, thanks to her, was now becoming well known as an artist. In
the day-time, while Paul worked at some picture, the idea of which
she had inspired, Lise would sit not far from him at her embroidery,
reading or music, until the hour when the usual visitors to the studio
gathered round her to tell her the chit-chat of the Parisian day. In
the evening, if they had nobody to dinner, they would go to the
theater; or they would go out arm in arm for a short walk—only a
little way, that they might the sooner be at home and alone together
again.
Full of good taste and used to luxurious surroundings from her
childhood upward, Mme. Meyrin, having engaged suitable servants,
well trained in their work, had arranged the house in charming style.
Everything in it bespoke the presence of an elegant, intelligent
woman, with a care for the comfort of those about her. She charged
herself with the personal care of the flowers that were always to be
seen in the studio; and Paul was delighted with this room, which
flattered his sense of the beautiful and the voluptuous in a way that
he had not dreamed of before.
The young couple, in a word, were quite happy. All they lacked was
intercourse with their family, for Mme. Frantz nursed her wrath
against her brother-in-law and his wife. She never saw them, and it
was in secret alone, to avoid bickerings, that Mme. Meyrin, the
mother, could steal away sometimes to go and embrace her son.
The respectful and affectionate reception she met with from Lise
quite charmed the good old lady, who puzzled her brain to find a
means of bringing her children together. As yet she had failed.
The exiles of the Rue d'Assas were not without stout champions in
the Rue de Douai. First and foremost there was Mme. Daubrel. She
took every chance to sing the praises of Lise, with whom, as we
have seen, she was more intimate than ever, though she was not a
guest at any of the dinners or "At Homes." Mme. Paul Meyrin had
tried in vain to persuade Marthe to occasionally meet her other
friends. She refused once for all.
"My dear Lise," she said one day, when her friend returned to the
subject, "you know how I am placed. Not wishing to give the
shadow of a pretext for malicious chatter, I am forced to deny myself
the pleasure of seeing you when you have visitors. You are merry
here, you laugh and are happy. My heart sympathizes with your joys,
but they are forbidden me. After my misfortune, I said: 'Having been
guilty of a sin, I swear, now going back to my mother's roof, to
expiate the past by an exemplary life. In America, far from me, I
have a son, whom God will, perhaps, let me see again some day;
and I wish to become worthy of him.' For five years I have had no
friends but the Meyrins; I have never been inside a theater, nor
made a new friend in that time, except you. Your affection is so
sweet to me, and gives me such delight, that sometimes I reproach
myself about it as a happiness which I ought not to indulge in. Don't
press me, then, I beg of you. Besides, I think I love you more and
better when we are alone."
The answer of Marthe had touched and at the same time painfully
moved Mme. Paul Meyrin in reminding her that she too had children
in another land, who bore a name not hers, whom she was forever
parted from, and whom even the death of the father would not give
back to her, whom she might not nurse if they were sick, and whose
hands would not close her eyes as they stood weeping by her pillow
at the hour of eternal parting.
The unhappy mother could then almost have cursed the divorce that
had estranged her from those she loved; but she had been careful
not to return with Mme. Daubrel to this subject, which was so full of
pain for both of them.
Happily at about this time Lise found that she was about to again
become a mother. It was a supreme consolation to her. Her husband
seemed not less delighted, and the fact made her regret still more
that the efforts were vain of Marthe and all who helped her steadily
to bring about a reconciliation with Mme. Frantz.
The good-hearted Mme. Daubrel was not left to plead alone in the
Rue de Douai Paul's cause and his wife's. There was also Mme.
Meyrin, the mother, who would have liked to kiss her son every day,
and who felt herself drawn by ties of affection to his wife. Then little
Nadeje, who remembered well the caresses and presents of the
Princess Olsdorf, asked in her simplicity how it was that she did not
see this beautiful lady any more now that they were aunt and niece.
Lastly, there was a third person, whom our readers have caught only
a glimpse of at present, the actor Dumesnil.
The old player had known the Meyrins intimately for a long time. For
several years he had given lessons in elocution to the young girls
whom Mme. Frantz taught singing; and in the artistic matinées in
the Rue de Douai he was occasionally engaged to recite a speech
from the classical dramas, which the good-natured audience, as
commonly happens at such gatherings, would warmly applaud.
These were the most successful appearances now of the former
lover of Mme. Podoi, as the tragic drama was all but banished from
the Odéon.
This was the friendship with the Meyrins which had warranted
Dumesnil's presence at Lise's marriage.
Informed, as we have seen, by Mme. Podoi herself, when she was
still the Countess Barineff, of her daughter's marriage with Prince
Olsdorf, the good-hearted actor had heard nothing more of Lise
while she remained in Russia; he was barely told, and almost as a
favor, of the birth of her son Alexander, though he was his grandson;
but when she came to Paris he learned the fact from the
newspapers, which had had so much to say about her; and we may
be sure that when he knew the Meyrins were visited by her he took
the earliest chance to meet her there, his daughter, whom he had
not seen for twenty years.
In the Rue de Douai, Dumesnil was at first scarcely remarked by the
young woman; but, while quite discreet in regard to the relationship
between them, he was able in the end to interest her in himself, and
it was not long before Lise began to really like, as if he were one of
the family into which she was about to enter, this old man who,
though a little ridiculous at times perhaps, was gentle, polite, well-
bred, and of good manners, and had been one of her mother's
earliest associates on the stage. For one day the Princess Olsdorf,
who at the Meyrins' wished to have her title and rank forgotten, had
asked Dumesnil if he was not at the Odéon at the time when Mme.
Froment was playing there, and the good man had replied, trying
not to betray his emotion:
"Yes, Madame la Princess, I knew Madame Madeleine Froment, an
actress as clever as she was distinguished. For two years we played
together in classical pieces, and at that time, if you will forgive me
for preserving the memory of it, I often kissed you and gave you a
ride on my knee. I can assure you you were the prettiest and most
adorable little thing ever seen."
At this detail of her baby-life Lise smiled, and held out her hand to
Dumesnil; she did not ask him, however, who was M. Froment.
Instinctively, or through modesty, she thought it prudent to make no
inquiry into the past, though, indeed, she was very far from
suspecting the truth. Nevertheless, from this time forth a sincere
friendship sprung up between the princess and the old actor.
We can easily understand the interest with which Madeleine
Froment's former lover had followed the stages of Lise's divorce, the
joy he had felt in seeing her become Paul Meyrin's wife—it seemed
as if in marrying the artist his daughter were brought nearer to
himself—and his efforts to put an end to the misunderstanding
between Madame Frantz and her sister-in-law.
He did his utmost in company with Madame Daubrel to bring about a
peace between the two households. He felt there was nothing for it
but that the two young women must become friends. Then he would