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Chapter 8

           Hiseyeswerebloodshot,andheworealittlequeuetiedwithblackribbon.HewastheMarquis’sfather-in-law,theoldDukedeLaverdiere,onceonatimefavouriteoftheCountd’Artois,inthedaysoftheVaudreuilhunting-partiesattheMarquisdeConflans’,andhadbeen,itwassaid,theloverofQueenMarieAntoinette,betweenMonsieurdeCoignyandMonsieurdeLauzun.Hehadlivedalifeofnoisydebauch,fullofduels,bets,elopements;hehadsquanderedhisfortuneandfrightenedallhisfamily.Aservantbehindhischairnamedaloudtohiminhisearthedishesthathepointedtostammering,andconstantlyEmma’seyesturnedinvoluntarilytothisoldmanwithhanginglips,astosomethingextraordinary.Hehadlivedatcourtandsleptinthebedofqueens!Icedchampagnewaspouredout.Emmashiveredalloverasshefeltitcoldinhermouth.Shehadneverseenpomegranatesnortastedpineapples.Thepowderedsugarevenseemedtoherwhiterandfinerthanelsewhere.

           Theladiesafterwardswenttotheirroomstopreparefortheball.

           Emmamadehertoiletwiththefastidiouscareofanactressonherdebut.Shedidherhairaccordingtothedirectionsofthehairdresser,andputonthebaregedressspreadoutuponthebed.

           Charles’strousersweretightacrossthebelly.

           "Mytrouser-strapswillberatherawkwardfordancing,"hesaid.

           "Dancing?"repeatedEmma.

           "Yes!"

           "Why,youmustbemad!Theywouldmakefunofyou;keepyourplace.Besides,itismorebecomingforadoctor,"sheadded.

           Charleswassilent.

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