by Guy de Maupassant
THE TWO YOUNG WOMEN had the appearance
of being buried in a bed of flowers. They were alone in an immense
landau filled with bouquets like a giant basket. Upon the seat before
them were two small hampers full of Nice violets, and upon the bearskin
which covered their knees was a heap of roses, gillyflowers,
marguerites, tuberoses and orange flowers, bound together with silk
ribbons, which seemed to crush the two delicate bodies, only allowing to
appear above the spread-out, perfumed bed the shoulders, arms and a
little of their bodices, one of which was blue and the other lilac.
The coachman's whip bore a sheath of anemones; the horses' heads were
decorated with wallflowers; the spokes of the wheels were clothed in
mignonette, and in place of lanterns, there were two round, enormous
bouquets, which seemed like the two eyes of this strange, rolling,
The landau went along Antibes Street at a brisk trot, preceded, followed
and accompanied by a crowd of other garlanded carriages full of women
concealed under a billow of violets. For it was the Flower Festival at
They arrived at the Fonciere Boulevard where the battle took place. The
whole length of the immense avenue, a double line of bedecked equipages
was going and coming, like a ribbon without end. They threw flowers from
one to the other. Flowers passed in the air like balls, hit the fair
faces, hovered and fell in the dust where an army of street urchins
A compact crowd, clamorous but orderly' looked on, standing in rows upon
the sidewalks and held in place by policemen on horseback who passed
along, pushing back the curious brutally with their feet, in order that
the villains might not mingle with the rich.
Now the people in the carriages recognized each other, called to each
other and bombarded one another with roses. A chariot full of pretty
young women, clothed in red like devils, attracted and held all eyes.
One gentleman who resembled the portraits of Henry IV, threw repeatedly,
with joyous ardor, a huge bouquet retained by an elastic. At the threat
of the blow the women lowered their heads and hid their eyes, but the
gracious projectile only described a curve and again returned to its
master, who immediately threw it again to a new face.
The two young women emptied their arsenal with full hands and received a
shower of bouquets; then after an hour of battle, a little wearied at
the last, they ordered the coachman to take the road to the Juan Gulf,
which skirts the sea.
The sun disappeared behind the Esterel, outlining in black upon a
background of fire the lacy silhouette of the stretched-out mountain.
The calm sea was spread out blue and clear as far as the horizon, where
it mingled with the sky and with the squadron anchored in the middle of
the gulf, having the appearance of a troop of monstrous beasts,
unmovable upon the water, apocalyptic animals, humpbacked and clothed in
coats of mail, capped with thin masts like plumes and with eyes that
lighted up when night came on.
The young women, stretched out under the fur robe, looked upon it
languidly. Finally one of them said:
"How delicious these evenings are! Everything seems good. Is it not so,
The other replied: "Yes, it is good. But there is always something,
What is it? For my part, I am completely happy. I have need of nothing."
"Yes? You think so, perhaps. But whatever well-being surrounds our
bodies, we always desire something more--for the heart."
Said the other, smiling: "A little love?"
They were silent, looking straight before them; then the one called
Marguerite said: "Life does not seem supportable to me without that. I
need to be loved, if only by a dog. And we are all so, whatever you may
"No, no, my dear. I prefer not to be loved at all than to be loved by no
one of importance. Do you think, for example, that it would be agreeable
to me to be loved by--by---"
She looked for someone by whom she could possibly be loved, casting her
eyes over the neighboring country. Her eyes, after having made the tour
of the whole horizon, fell upon the two metal buttons shining on the
coachman's back, and she continued, laughing, "By my coachman?"
Mlle Marguerite scarcely smiled as she replied:
"I can assure you it is very amusing to be loved by a domestic. This has
happened to me two or three times. They roll their eyes so queerly that
one is dying to laugh. Naturally, the more one is loved, the more severe
she becomes, since otherwise, one puts herself in the way of being made
ridiculous for some very slight cause, if anyone happened to observe
Mlle Simone listened, her look fixed straight before her; then she
"No, decidedly, the heart of my valet at my feet would not appear to me
sufficient. But tell me how you perceived that you were loved."
"I perceived it in them as I do in other men; they become so stupid!"
"But others do not appear so stupid to me when they are in love."
"Idiots, my dear, incapable of chatting, of answering, of comprehending
"And you? What effect did it have on you to be loved by a domestic? Were
"Moved? No. Flattered? Yes, a little. One is always flattered by the
love of a man, whoever he may be."
"Oh, now, Margot!"
"Yes, my dear. Wait! I will tell you a singular adventure that happened
to me. You will see what curious things take place among us in such
"It was four years ago in the autumn, when I found myself without a
maid. I had tried five or six, one after the other, all of them
incompetent, and almost despaired of finding one, when I read in the
advertisements of a newspaper of a young girl knowing how to sew,
embroider and dress hair, who was seeking a place and could furnish the
best of references. She could also speak English.
"I wrote to the address given, and the next day the person in question
presented herself. She was rather tall, thin, a little pale, with a very
timid air. She had beautiful black eyes, a charming color, and she
pleased me at once. I asked for her references; she gave me one written
in English, because she had come, she said, from the house of Lady
Ryswell, where she had been for ten years.
"The certificate attested that the girl was returning to France of her
own will and that she had nothing to reproach her for during her long
service with her, except a little of the French coquettishness.
"The modest turn of the English phrase made me smile a little, and I
engaged the maid immediately. She came to my house the same day; she
called herself Rose.
"At the end of a month I adored her. She was a treasure, a pearl,
"She could dress my hair with exquisite taste; she could flute the lace
of a cap better than the best of the professionals, and she could make
frocks. I was amazed at her ability. Never had I been so well served.
"She dressed me rapidly with an astonishing lightness of hand. I never
felt her fingers upon my skin, and nothing is more disagreeable to me
than contact with a maid's hand. I immediately got into excessively idle
habits, so pleasant was it to let her dress me from head to foot, from
chemise to gloves--this tall, timid girl, always blushing a little and
never speaking. After my bath she would rub me and massage me while I
slept a little while on my divan; indeed, I came to look upon her more
as a friend in poorer circumstances than a servant.
"One morning the concierge, with some show of mystery, said he wished to
speak to me. I was surprised but let him enter. He was an old soldier,
once orderly for my husband.
"He appeared to hesitate at what he was going to say. Finally he said
stammeringly: 'Madame, the police captain for this district is
"I asked: 'What does he want?'
"'He wants to search the house.'
"Certainly the police are necessary, but I do detest them. I never can
make it seem a noble profession. And I answered, irritated as well as
"'Why search here? For what purpose? There has been no burglary?'
"'He thinks that a criminal is concealed somewhere here.'
"I began to be a little afraid and ordered the police captain to be
brought that I might have some explanation. He was a man rather well
brought up and decorated with the Legion of Honor. He excused himself,
asked my pardon. then asserted that I had among my servants a convict!
"I was thunderstruck and answered that I could vouch for every one of
them and that I would make a review of them for his satisfaction.
"'There is Peter Courtin, an old soldier.'
"It was not he.
"'The coachman, Francis Pingau, a peasant, son of my father's farmer.'
"It was not he.
"'A stableboy, also from Champagne and also a son of peasants I had
known, and no more except the footman, whom you have seen.'
"It was not any of them.
"'Then, sir, you see that you have been deceived.'
"'Pardon me, madame, but I am sure I am not deceived. As he has not at
all the appearance of a criminal, will you have the goodness to have all
your servants appear here before you and me, all of them?'
"I hesitated at first, then I yielded, summoning all my people, men and
"He looked at them all for an instant, then declared:
"'This is not all.'
"'Your pardon, sir,' I replied; 'this is all, except my own maid who
could not possibly be confounded with a convict.'
"He asked: 'Could I see her too?'
"I rang and Rose appeared immediately. Scarcely had she entered when he
gave a signal, and two men, whom I had not seen, concealed behind the
door, threw themselves upon her, seized her hands and bound them with
"I uttered a cry of fury and was going to try and defend her. The
captain stopped me:
"'This girl, madame, is a man who calls himself John Nicholas Lecapet,
condemned to death in 1879 for assassination preceded by violation. His
sentence was changed to life imprisonment. He escaped four months ago.
We have been on the search for him ever since.'
"I was dismayed, struck dumb. I could not believe it. The policeman
"'I can only give you one proof. His right arm is tattooed.'
"His sleeve was rolled up. It was true. The policeman added, certainly
in bad taste:
"'Doubtless you will be satisfied without the other proofs.'
"And he led away my maid!
"Well, if you will believe it, the feeling which was uppermost in me was
that of anger at having been played with in this way, deceived and made
ridiculous; it was not shame at having been dressed, undressed, handled
and touched by this man, but--a--profound humiliation--the humiliation
of a woman. Do you understand?"
"No, not exactly."
"Let us see. Think a minute. He had been condemned--for violation, this
young man--and that--that humiliated me--there! Now do you understand?"
And Mlle Simone did not reply. She looked straight before her, with her
eyes singularly fixed upon the two shining buttons of the livery and
with that sphinx's smile that women have sometimes.