In all weather he wore boots, blue coat and trousers, and a white waistcoat,--the style of dress exacted by his wife.His linen was remarkable for its fineness and purity, owing to the fact that Severine obliged him to change it daily.Such care for his person, seldom taken in the provinces, contributed to make him considered in Arcis very much as a man of elegance is considered in Paris.
Externally this worthy seller of cotton hose seemed to be a personage;for his wife had sense enough never to utter a word which could put the public of Arcis on the scent of her disappointment and the utter nullity of her husband, who, thanks to his smiles, his handsome dress, and his manners, passed for a man of importance.People said that Severine was so jealous of him that she prevented him from going out in the evening, while in point of fact Phileas was bathing the roses and lilies of his skin in happy slumber.
Beauvisage, who lived according to his tastes, pampered by his wife, well served by his two servants, cajoled by his daughter, called himself the happiest man in Arcis, and really was so.The feeling of Severine for this nullity of a man never went beyond the protecting pity of a mother for her child.She disguised the harshness of the words she was frequently obliged to say to him by a joking manner.No household was ever more tranquil; and the aversion Phileas felt for society, where he went to sleep, and where he could not play cards (being incapable of learning a game), had made Severine sole mistress of her evenings.
Cecile's entrance now put an end to her father's embarrassment, and he cried out heartily:--"Hey! how fine we are!"
Madame Beauvisage turned round abruptly and cast a look upon her daughter which made the girl blush.
"Cecile, who told you to dress yourself in that way?" she demanded.
"Are we not going to-night to Madame Marion's? I dressed myself now to see if my new gown fitted me.""Cecile! Cecile!" exclaimed Severine, "why do you try to deceive your mother? It is not right; and I am not pleased with you--you are hiding something from me.""What has she done?" asked Beauvisage, delighted to see his daughter so prettily dressed.
"What has she done? I shall tell her," said Madame Beauvisage, shaking her finger at her only child.
Cecile flung herself on her mother's neck, kissing and coaxing her, which is a means by which only daughters get their own way.
Cecile Beauvisage, a girl of nineteen, had put on a gown of gray silk trimmed with gimp and tassels of a deeper shade of gray, making the front of the gown look like a pelisse.The corsage, ornamented with buttons and caps to the sleeves, ended in a point in front, and was laced up behind like a corset.This species of corset defined the back, the hips, and the bust perfectly.The skirt, trimmed with three rows of fringe, fell in charming folds, showing by its cut and its make the hand of a Parisian dressmaker.A pretty fichu edged with lace covered her shoulders; around her throat was a pink silk neckerchief, charmingly tied, and on her head was a straw hat ornamented with one moss rose.Her hands were covered with black silk mittens, and her feet were in bronze kid boots.This gala air, which gave her somewhat the appearance of the pictures in a fashion-book, delighted her father.
Cecile was well made, of medium height, and perfectly well-proportioned.She had braided her chestnut hair, according to the fashion of 1839, in two thick plaits which followed the line of the face and were fastened by their ends to the back of her head.Her face, a fine oval, and beaming with health, was remarkable for an aristocratic air which she certainly did not derive from either her father or her mother.Her eyes, of a light brown, were totally devoid of that gentle, calm, and almost timid expression natural to the eyes of young girls.Lively, animated, and always well in health, Cecile spoiled, by a sort of bourgeois matter-of-factness, and the manners of a petted child, all that her person presented of romantic charm.