Mademoiselle Celestine is a person whose points of
beauty are so numerous that, in order to describe her, it would be
necessary to translate the thirty verses which we are told form an
inscription in the seraglio of the Grand Turk and contain each of them
an excellent description of one of the thirty beauties of women.
"You show a great deal of vanity in keeping near you such an
accomplished creature," said a lady to the mistress of the house.
"Ah! my dear, some day perhaps you will find yourself jealous of me in
possessing Celestine."
"She must be endowed with very rare qualities, I suppose? She perhaps
dresses you well?"
"Oh, no, very badly!"
"She sews well?"
"She never touches her needle."
"She is faithful?"
"She is one of those whose fidelity costs more than the most cunning
dishonesty."
"You astonish me, my dear; she is then your foster-sister?"
"Not at all; she is positively good for nothing, but she is more
useful to me than any other member of my household. If she remains
with me ten years, I have promised her twenty thousand francs. It will
be money well earned, and I shall not forget to give it!" said the
young woman, nodding her head with a meaning gesture.
At last the questioner of Madame V----y understood.
When a woman has no friend of her own sex intimate enough to assist
her in proving false to marital love, her maid is a last resource
which seldom fails in bringing about the desired result.
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