some
significant signs, one could perceive that Mdlle. de Cardoville had
sought in the fine airs some relief from sad and serious thoughts. Near
an open piano, was a harp, placed before a music-stand. A little further,
on a table covered with boxes of oil and water-color, were several
brilliant sketches. Most of them represented Asiatic scenes, lighted by
the fires of an oriental sun. Faithful to her fancy of dressing herself
at home in a picturesque style, Mademoiselle de Cardoville resembled that
day one of those proud portraits of Velasquez, with stern and noble
aspect. Her gown was of black moire, with wide swelling petticoat, long
waist, and sleeve slashed with rose-colored satin, fastened together with
jet bugles. A very stiff, Spanish ruff reached almost to her chin, and
was secured round her neck by a broad rose-colored ribbon. This frill,
slightly heaving, sloped down as far as the graceful swell of the
rose-colored stomacher, laced with strings of jet beads, and terminating
in a point at the waist. It is impossible to express how well this black
garment, with its ample and shining folds, relieved with rose-color and
brilliant jet, skin, harmonized with the shining whiteness of Adrienne's
and the golden flood of her beautiful hair, whose long, silky ringlets
descended to her bosom.

The young lady was in a half-recumbent posture, with her elbow resting on
a couch covered with green silk. The back of this piece of furniture,
which was pretty high towards the fireplace, sloped down insensibly
towards the foot. A sort of light, semicircular trellis-work, in gilded
bronze, raised about five feet from the ground, covered with flowering
plants (the admirable passiflores quadrangulatoe, planted in a deep ebony
box, from the centre of which rose the trellis-work), surrounded this
couch with a sort of screen of foliage enamelled with large flowers,
green without, purple within, and as brilliant as those flowers of
porcelain, which we receive from Saxony. A sweet, faint perfume, like a
faint mixture of jasmine with violet, rose from the cup of these
admirable passiflores. Strange enough, a large quantity of new books
(Adrienne having bought them since the last two or three days) and quite
fresh-cut, were scattered around her on the couch, and on a little table;
whilst other larger volumes, amongst which were several atlases full of
engravings, were piled on the sumptuous fur, which formed the carpet
beneath the divan. S