The prejudices of society
must, of course, be considered. But nonsense! society has no
prejudices nowadays when millionaires are concerned, and asks no
questions respecting their parents. Society only requires
passports of the indigent. Besides, no matter what Madame
d'Argeles might have done, she was none the less a Chalusse, the
descendant of one of the most aristocratic families in France.
Such were Wilkie's meditations while he was engaged in dressing
himself with more than usual care. He had been quite shocked by
the suggestion that Madame d'Argeles might try to deny him, and he
wished to appear before her in the most advantageous light. His
toilette was consequently a lengthy operation. However, shortly
after twelve o'clock he was ready. He cast a last admiring glance
at himself in the mirror, twirled his mustaches, and departed on
his mission. He even went on foot, which was a concession to what
he considered M. de Coralth's absurd ideas. The aspect of the
Hotel d'Argeles, in the Rue de Berry, impressed him favorably,
but, at the same time, it somewhat disturbed his superb assurance.
"Everything is very stylish here," he muttered.
A couple of servants--the concierge and Job--were standing at the
door engaged in conversation. M. Wilkie approached them, and in
his most imposing manner, but not without a slight tremble in his
voice, requested to see Madame d'Argeles.
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