The Ball at Sceaux by Honoré de Balzac, translated by Clara Bell

This is one of Balzac’s shorter stories, again about the perils of marriage in a time of political uncertainty.   A old Royalist, le Comte de Fontaine, has been loyal to the (somewhat ungrateful) crown, and has been unsuccessful in having his claims for restitution accepted by the king.  Fontaine has a large family, and the cost of maintaining them in accordance with aristocratic standards exceeds his income.  He spent a small fortune supporting the crown during its various vicissitudes, and so had no alternative but to abandon some of his principles when marrying off his daughters.  His sons had achieved preferment under Louis VIII, but Fontaine chose to marry his daughters to wealth rather than title because there were four of them, too many to manage the ‘dots’ (dowries).  His decision to let his daughters marry outside the aristocracy was partly to please the king, who was in the business of making his aristocrats understand that the world had changed, and partly because Fontaine needs to be able to provide for his wife after his death:

So the Comte bestowed

his eldest daughter on a Receiver-General, possessed, indeed, of some old hereditary estates, but whose name was not preceded by the little word to which the throne owed so many partisans, and his second to a magistrate too lately Baronified to obscure the fact that his father had sold firewood. This noteworthy change in the ideas of a noble on the verge of his sixtieth year— an age when men rarely renounce their convictions— was due not merely to his unfortunate residence in the modern Babylon, where, sooner or later, country folks all get their corners rubbed down; the Comte de Fontaine’s new political conscience was also a result of the King’s advice and friendship.

But his last daughter Emilie is problematic.  She is too young to remember the privations of the years before the throne was restored, and aided and abetted by her foolish mother, she is spoilt and selfish, haughty and capricious. 

She had been educated with a care which her sisters had not enjoyed; painted pretty well, spoke Italian and English, and played the piano brilliantly; her voice, trained by the best masters, had a ring in it which made her singing irresistibly charming. Clever, and intimate with every branch of literature, she might have made folks believe that, as Mascarille says, people of quality come into the world knowing everything. She could argue fluently on Italian or Flemish painting, on the Middle Ages or the Renaissance; pronounced at haphazard on books new or old, and could expose the defects of a work with a cruelly graceful wit. The simplest thing she said was accepted by an admiring crowd as a fetfah of the Sultan by the Turks. She thus dazzled shallow persons; as to deeper minds, her natural tact enabled her to discern them, and for them she put forth so much fascination that, under cover of her charms, she escaped their scrutiny. This enchanting veneer covered a careless heart; the opinion— common to many young girls— that no one else dwelt in a sphere so lofty as to be able to understand the merits of her soul; and a pride based no less on her birth than on her beauty. In the absence of the overwhelming sentiment which, sooner or later, works havoc in a woman’s heart, she spent her young ardour in an immoderate love of distinctions, and expressed the deepest contempt for persons of inferior birth. Supremely impertinent to all newly-created nobility, she made every effort to get her parents recognized as equals by the most illustrious families of the Saint-Germain quarter.

These sentiments had not escaped the observing eye of Monsieur de Fontaine, who more than once, when his two elder girls were married, had smarted under Emilie’s sarcasm.

Yes, it takes him a while, but eventually her father realises that her upbringing has made Emilie what she is.

Things get worse when, after her brothers marry too,  this domestic tyrant is feted by her own small court, (though female rivalries sometimes erupt into revolt).  By the time Charles X comes to the throne, Emilie has rudely rejected too many suitors on spurious grounds, and so the Comte has to redouble his efforts to get her to court and find a husband.  After all, she is twenty-two and should have been married off three years ago. But she is as incorrigible as before and so he tells her that he will make no further efforts because she embarrasses him: her expectation that she will marry a peer is not reasonable under the circumstances.  He gives up: she is free to do her own thing. 

Well! Lo and behold at the very next ball, who should she see but a very desirable young man.  With the help of her uncle the Comte de Kergarouet, she finds out his name and the  courtships progresses, but the young man is evasive about his position in life.  When she finds out that he is not a peer because he gave up all his advantages in order to benefit his older brother, she dumps him.  Just plain Maximilien Longueville isn’t good enough for her, and, hurt, he leaves her to go to Italy with his sister Clara. 

By now there’s not much left for her in the marriage market, so she marries the old Comte de Kergarouet.  Having made such a song and dance about how only a peer will do for her, she would rather marry an old man with a title than a young man who loves her.

Within a couple of years, she has reason to regret her folly:

Two years after her marriage, in one of the old drawing-rooms in the Faubourg Saint-Germain, where she was admired for her character, worthy of the old school, Emilie heard the Vicomte de Longueville announced. In the corner of the room where she was sitting, playing piquet with the Bishop of Persepolis, her agitation was not observed; she turned her head and saw her former lover come in, in all the freshness of youth. His father’s death, and then that of his brother, killed by the severe climate of Saint-Petersburg, had placed on Maximilien’s head the hereditary plumes of the French peer’s hat. His fortune matched his learning and his merits; only the day before his youthful and fervid eloquence had dazzled the Assembly. At this moment he stood before the Countess, free, and graced with all the advantages she had formerly required of her ideal. Every mother with a daughter to marry made amiable advances to a man gifted with the virtues which they attributed to him, as they admired his attractive person; but Emilie knew, better than any one, that the Vicomte de Longueville had the steadfast nature in which a wise woman sees a guarantee of happiness. She looked at the admiral who, to use his favourite expression, seemed likely to hold his course for a long time yet, and cursed the follies of her youth.

But the old Comte has to die sometime, eh?

Summary by Lisa Hill, 5/1/14

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About Catherine de’ Medici: The Two Dreams by Honoré de Balzac

Sur Catherine de Médicis: Les Deux Rêves
About Catherine de’ Medici: The Two Dreams

We’ve come to the end of Balzac’s Catherine de’ Medici with this intriguing short section.

Two hundred years have passed. It is 1786, during the last years of the reign of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette. There is a soiree at the home of Bodard de Saint-James, treasurer of the French Navy. Continue reading

The Executioner by Honoré de Balzac

El Verdugo
The Executioner

The story is set during the time of the French army’s occupation of Spain under Napoleon and begins with an idyllic moonlit scene in the castle gardens of the coastal town of Menda. Here the local French commandant, Victor Marchand, stands lost in thought, meditating on the beautiful Clara, the daughter of the local grandee. However, thoughts of romance are dissipated as he becomes uneasily aware that something is not quite right in the town and that, indeed, a fleet of ships is bearing down on the coast through the gloom! Continue reading

The Elixir of Life by Honoré de Balzac

L’Élixir de longue Vie
The Elixir of Life

This is one of Balzac’s strange little stories dated Paris, October, 1830. In ‘To the Reader’ he tells us he heard the subject of the story, or the Study as he calls it, from a friend, and later thinks the story was from a collection of Hoffmann (E. T. A. Hoffman, a famous musician, dramatist and horror story writer of Balzac’s time). Balzac urges us to believe he did not deliberately plagiarize the story. He also discourses on the natural human trait of waiting to profit by someone’s death and perhaps hurrying that process along. Continue reading

A Study of Woman by Honoré de Balzac

Étude de femme
A Study of  Woman

This is another amusing little bagatelle of a story. On one hand, there is the ultra-responsible ultraist the Marquise de Listomere, who goes to confession and communion regularly as she waits for her dullard of a husband to move up in the ranks under Louis XVIII.

On the other, there is our old friend, Eugene de Rastignac, who toys with the idea of toying with the upright Marquise when he meets her at a party. Continue reading

Domestic Peace by Honoré de Balzac

La Paix du Ménage
Domestic Peace
Also translated as The Peace of the Home

Balzac dedicated this short story to his sister’s daughter, Valentine Surville. Valentine was quite attractive, and Balzac was concerned she not let her attractiveness ruin her outlook on life. This story takes place in 1809 at the height of Napoleon’s glory – in Balzac’s words, at the apogee of its splendor. Continue reading

At the Sign of the Cat and Racket by Honoré de Balzac

La Maison du Chat-qui-Pelote
Also translated as The House of the Tennis-playing Cat
Also translated as Fame and Sorrow

The story begins in a Paris street, where a young man is standing outside an old house, on which is painted a picture of a cat playing tennis. He is elegantly dressed, in contrast to the dilapidated appearance of the house. Ignoring the teasing of three apprentices, he waits, though rather impatiently, until a beautiful girl comes to the window. Continue reading

The Ball at Sceaux by Honoré de Balzac

Le Bal de Sceaux
The Ball at Sceaux

Balzac begins by describing the career of the Comte de Fontaine, a renowned Vendéean who has sacrificed much of his wealth by resisting the French Revolution and refusing a commission from Napoleon. When Louis XVIII is restored, he at first is repulsed, but after Napoleon breaks loose from Elba, he decides to accompany Louis and wins the gratitude of the monarch. Louis provides for the Comte’s sons and also finds husbands for his two eldest daughters.

Alas, the youngest daughter Emilie is a bit of a problem. She is spoiled, impetuous, and headstrong. Continue reading