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When I first met the Duchess and Duchess at Mrs. de Villebalisis's house, I did not find their old aristocratic characteristics, just as I did not find any difference between her and her colleagues when I first watched Beima's performance, and Beima's characteristics were more obvious than those of the upper class. The features are much more obvious because they become clearer and clearer as the audience's attention becomes more realistic and easier to understand. But even though there is little difference between the upper classes (so that when an honest writer like Saint Bove tries to delicately depict the salons of Mrs. de Joveland, Regamee and Mrs. De Bouay, we feel that they are almost the same, they are the same. The author's study concluded that Sharon's life was meaningless, which was unexpected by the author. However, according to the principle that I changed my view on Beima, since the Gelmonts had become insignificant to me now, their unique style was no longer evaporated by my imagination, I could put the fog in. Beads are collected, though they are too light to weigh.

Saint Bouf (1804-1869), French literary critic and writer. Early advocated the tendency of Romanticism in literature and emphasized the study of writers'life experience and psychological state in the direction of literary criticism. The main works of literary criticism include Portraits of Literators and Portraits of Contemporary Persons.

The Duchess did not talk to me about her husband at Mrs. de Villebalisis's party that day. Besides, the news of their divorce had spread all over the city, so I wondered if the Duchess would attend his wife's dinner. But I soon became clear, for I saw Mr. de Gelmont slip into the waiting room, join the servants standing there, peep at my arrival, prepare to meet me at the door and take off my coat for me personally. Servants may be puzzled to see that the Duke's attitude towards me is quite different from that of the old days, because they have always treated me almost as a carpenter's child. In other words, they may have a better attitude towards me than their master, but they will never believe that I can be received at the Duke's house. robinson crusoe

"Mrs. de Gelmont will be very honored," the Duke said to me in a convincing tone. "Allow me to take off your coat. (He believes that speaking the common language shows both his easygoing temper and his humor.) My wife is afraid that you will change your mind, although you said you would come today. From morning on, we began to say,'Look, he won't come. I should say to you that Mrs. de Gelmont is more accurate than I am. You are not an easy person to make friends with. I thought you would miss the appointment.

It is said that the Duke is a very bad, even very rude husband, so when he calls his wife "Mrs. de Gelmont", people will thank him as much as they appreciate the rare kindness of the bad man, because the title makes people feel that he seems to have opened the wings of protection to the Duchess, as she is. One body, inseparable. Duke Gelmont grabbed my hand affectionately and was ready to lead me to the living room. Some everyday expressions, which come from the peasant's mouth, will refresh one's ears, as long as they reflect the remnants of a local tradition or the traces of a historical event, even if the speaker may not know the tradition and the event; likewise, Mr. de Gelmont's polite manner --- to me throughout the evening --. It's like a custom that has lasted for hundreds of years, especially a custom left over from the seventeenth century, which fascinates me. People in the old age seem very far away from us. We always think that the ideas they express are superficial and dare not think that they have profound thoughts; when we find that a hero in Homer's epic has similar feelings with us, we find that Hannibal used feint tactics to lure the enemy to attack the flanks in the Battle of Canae, and then suddenly surround the enemy, we will eat heavily. To our surprise, we seem to think of the poet and the general as animals in the zoo, quite different from us. Even in some dignitaries of Louis XIV's court, we would be surprised to find that when we read the letters they wrote to a person who was inferior to them and had no use for them, they were very modest in their words, which suddenly revealed to us the dignity of these dignitaries. A set of beliefs in their hearts, they never speak out their beliefs openly, but they are dominated by them. They especially believe that out of courtesy, they must pretend to be emotional and play the role of courtesy meticulously.

This imaginary view, which is far away from us in the past, may help us understand why some writers, even great writers, find extraordinary beauty in the works of poets who are so mediocre and mysterious as Zedoary. If we are surprised to see that ancient lyric poets have modern ideas, we will be full of praise when we find a clever idea in a poem which is considered to be an ancient Gaelic language. When a talented translator translates an ancient poet's works, if only a few passages of poems published by a contemporary writer are added, they are not very faithful to the original works, but they are interesting, which can make the poet immediately possess a refreshing charm and thus be passed on for centuries. If the book is published as the original work of the translator, it can only be regarded as a mediocre work; if it is published as a translation, it may become a masterpiece. The past will not be fleeting, but will remain in place. A few months after the beginning of a war, laws passed calmly still work on it. Fifteen years after a crime is not clear, judges can still find materials to clarify it. Similarly, centuries later, a scholar who studies geographical names and inhabitants'customs in a remote area can still find a scholar who lived long before Christianity. The legend of Herodotus's time has become incomprehensible and even forgotten, but as a more dense, more ancient and more stable odor, it exists now, in the name of a rock or in a religious ceremony. There is also a kind of legend in Mr. de Gelmont's manners and speeches. The legend which is not mentioned above has a long history and is the smell of court life. In a few moments, when I meet him again in the living room (because I didn't go right away), I will smell the legend again, just like an old smell.

I Xiangxiang is a poet in Scottish legend. It is said that he lived in the third century. His poems were handed down orally and were imitated and worshipped by later generations.

(2) Gaelic is the language of the inhabitants of northern Scotland. Zedoary's epic was translated from Gaelic into English.

(3) Herodotus (c. 484-425), an ancient Greek historian. History is known as the father of history in Western historiography. History mainly records the war between Greece and Persia. It also describes the history, geography and customs of Greece, Persia, Egypt and Western Asia.

As I left the lobby, I said to Mr. de Gelmont that I would like to see his collection of Elstier paintings. I'd like to help you. So Mr. Elstier is your friend, Rowe? I'm sorry, but I didn't know you were so interested in him. Because I know him a little, he is very likable, in our father's words, he is an honest man. I don't know you like him, otherwise I can invite him to come here for dinner. He'll be delighted to have your company tonight." When he tried so hard to carry forward the tradition of the old system, he seldom had the flavor of the old system, but when he did not have this desire, he became the embodiment of the old system. He asked me if I wanted him to accompany me to see the paintings, and then he showed me the way. Every time he passed a door, he politely gave way to me. When he had to walk in front of me in order to show me the way, he said, "I'm sorry." The play was probably owned by the Garments before we could feast our eyes. Many people have performed for other guests (since St. Simon told him that one of the ancestors of the Garments had meticulously extended his landlord friendship to him in order to perform his useless duties as a gentleman). I said to the Duke that I would be very happy if I could stay alone in front of Elstel's painting, so he withdrew with interest and said to me as he left that I would only go to the living room to find him.

The old system refers to the dynasty before the French Revolution of 1789.

When I was talking to Elstier, I totally forgot the time for dinner; just like at Balbeck Beach, I was once again presented with a world of incomparable color, a world that was only a projection of the artist's unique views and had nothing to do with what he said. The places hanging on the wall are in perfect harmony with each other, like brilliant images projected by slides. In the present situation, slides are like the head of a painter. When we just know the painter, we don't know him very well. In other words, when we just see the head of a slide, the coloured glass has not been installed. Wait, we can't imagine the wonder of slides. Several paintings may seem ridiculous to the upper class, but in my opinion they are more interesting than others, because they enable us to produce illusions again and show us that it is impossible to recognize what they are without reasoning. When we were driving, I don't know how many times we found a bright street a few metres ahead, but it was actually just a shiny wall, which made us hallucinate the street! ____________ In that case, is it not logical to use images that are totally different from the usual ones in the instantaneous illusion to represent an object - not in symbolism, but in sincerity to return to the first impression? In fact, the appearance and size of objects are irrelevant to the names we remember when we recognize them. Elstier tried to get rational knowledge from perceptual knowledge, often trying to figure out the clutter of impressions we call "illusions".

Some upper-class people are very disgusted with these "ugly works", and they are surprised to see that Elstier admires such painters as Chardin and Berono as they do. Little did he know that Elsteir had worked hard for his own benefit, as Chardin and Berono did, in the face of reality (of course, he showed particular interest in certain studies). So when he stopped writing for himself, he appreciated that they had the same intentions as him, and that some details of his works seemed to be by them. Draw it ahead of time. Nevertheless, upper-class people would never imagine that the idea of time that would make them like Chardin's paintings could at least be added to Elstier's works. However, those who are older may say to themselves that as time goes on, they are getting closer to the end of life. They have already seen that there is an insurmountable relationship between what they consider to be Angle's masterpiece and a never-ending masterpiece, such as Manet's Olympia. The distance has narrowed, and the two paintings now look like twin sisters to them. However, we will not take advantage of these lessons, because we are not good at generalizing the special to the general, always think that we are facing an unprecedented experience.

(1) Chardin (1699-1779), French painter. Good at custom painting and still life painting.

(2) Berono (1715-1783), a French painter, is good at portrait painting.

Angle (1780-1867), a French painter, is especially good at portrait painting. A representative of the classical school of painting.

Manet (1832-1883), a French painter, renovated his techniques on the basis of European painting tradition, which led to discrimination among academics. Olympia is his masterpiece.

There are two pictures of the same man, more realistic than the others, using an old method, I saw the heart fluttering. In one picture, he stayed in his living room in a tuxedo. In another, he showed a folk Carnival by the river. He wore a jacket and a hat, apparently superfluous at the carnival. This latter picture shows that he is not only a model commonly used by Elstel, but also a friend or a patron. Elstel likes to let him appear in his paintings, just as Cappaccio liked to put some of Venice's dignitaries which are similar to each other in his paintings, and Beethoven liked it. Happy to write the name of his beloved Grand Duke Rodolfo on the front page of his beloved works. This River Carnival picture has an enchanting charm. The rivers, women's skirts, sails, skirts and sails reflected innumerable reflections in the water, which were displayed in succession in this picture cut by Elstier from a pleasant, beautiful afternoon. In the skirt of a woman who dances in sweat and breathes and stops for a moment to have a rest, she can feel the brilliant and fascinating charm as well as the sail of a boat moored in the river, on the water of the dock, on a wooden boat, in the leaves and in the sky. I saw a painting in Balbeck that the hospital under the blue sky could compete with the church for beauty, and I could hear the hospital singing. (At that time, Elstier was more daring than Elstier, who was fascinated by the elegance of medieval art and the theorist Elstier): "There is no Gothic style, nor does there exist any Gothic style." The masterpiece, the plain hospital and the splendid front door of the church have the same value; and now, I seem to hear the song of "Carnival by the Waterside" singing: "This woman is plain, ordinary, amateur painter walks here, perhaps disdaining her, trying to show her from nature in front of him." The woman is also beautiful. Her skirt and sail are bathed in the same brilliance. It can not be said that some things are less precious than others. Ordinary skirts and beautiful sails have two mirrors with the same reflection. The whole value of things exists in the painter's eyes. However, the painter is good at fixing the passing time on this glorious moment forever: the woman jumps all over with fever, stops to rest, the tree is surrounded by shadows and shadows, and the sailboats seem to glide on a layer of golden paint. However, it is because of this moment that we feel the gravity of thousands of gold. This absolutely static picture gives the impression of fleeting. It makes people feel that women are going home, sailing boats are going to disappear, shadows are going to move, night is coming, people feel that joy is coming to an end, life is going to disappear, these are by. The moments that one after another shine and unfold at the same time never return. I also see in several mythical watercolor paintings that instantaneous has another distinct feature. These paintings are Elstel's early works and are also used to decorate the living room. The "advanced" people in the upper classes will catch up with the fashion and hang several such paintings, but that's all. Of course, these aspects are not Elstier's masterpieces, but the theme is very real, which makes them avoid being insipid. For example, the goddess of literature and art painted human beings like fossils, but in mythological times, it is not difficult to see them walking along a mountain road in twilight, in twos and threes. Sometimes, a poet with a certain feature in zoologist's eyes (expressed as asexuality) walks with a goddess of literature and art, just like different kinds of creations in nature, but they live in harmony and interact with each other. In one of the watercolor paintings, I saw a poet exhausted by a long mountain walk. He met a horseman on the road. He was exhausted. The horseman moved his heart and let him ride on his back and take him back. There are also a few watercolor paintings showing endless scenery (mythological scenes and heroes occupy a very small position, as if to disappear from the picture). They are vividly painted, whether in the mountains or in the sea. They are vividly painted with falseness and truth, together with the skewness of the setting sun and the instantaneous disappearance of the shadows and shadows. True, it's not just about the hour, or even the minute. In this way, the artist not only makes the symbols of mythology instantaneous, but also gives the symbols a sense of historical reality, which is described and narrated in a definite past.

(1) Cappaccio (1460-1525), Italian painter, the most famous narrative painter of the Venetian School.

(2) Half-man, half-horse monsters in Greek mythology live in deep mountains.

As I watched Elstier's paintings, there was a tinkle of the doorbell from time to time, which shook me gently and led me into a dream. But the bell has been silent for a while, and silence finally awakens me from my dream (slower than the bell, of course), just as the silence after Landall's performance awakens Baldolo from his sleep. I was afraid that I would be forgotten. I was afraid that the dinner party had begun, so I hurried to the living room. At the door of Elstier's painting collection, I found a servant waiting for me. The servant could not say whether he was old or had white powder on his head. He looked like a Spanish minister, but he was respectful to me as if I were a king. I could feel from his manner that he could wait for me for an hour, but I thought that I had delayed everyone's dinner, especially when I promised that Saint Luke would arrive at Mr. de Charles's house at eleven o'clock.

Landall is a sentimental figure in Italian comedy. He plays the guitar at the window of a beautiful woman. French comedian Bomasher (1732-1799) in his work "The Barber of Seville", let his heroine, Count Alemavira, claim to be Randall, in order to lure the heroine Rosena.

(2) Baldolo is the character in Seville's Barber, an authoritarian, foolish and tiresome old man who, as the protector of Miss Rosina, attempts to marry her by coercion and deception. Baldolo became a typical protector of jealousy, suspicion, cunning and greed.

The Spanish minister took me to the living room (on the way, I met the porter who was persecuted by the porter, and I asked him how his fiancee was doing recently. He looked very happy and said to me that tomorrow was their day to go out and spend the whole day together. He praised the Duchess all the time for her kindness). I fear that Duke de Gelmont will be unhappy. Who knows he greeted me into the living room with a big smile, which was obviously part of his pleasure pretended to be polite, but also sincere, because I had been delayed so long, he was hungry, and then he realized that the room was full of guests and he had been impatient. Indeed, I knew later that everyone had waited for me for three and a quarter of an hour. Duke Gelmont probably thought that since everyone was hungry, a further two minutes would not make the problem worse; since he had postponed his meal so long out of courtesy, it would be more polite and considerate for me to put it back a little bit, to believe that I was not late and that everyone hadn't waited for me. So, as if I had an hour to go before dinner, and had to wait for several guests, he asked me what I thought of Elstel's paintings. But as soon as he finished, he and the Duchess stepped in step, without losing a minute, without showing that he was hungry to introduce me to his guests. It was only at this time that I noticed a change in my surroundings, as if I were a Brazilian Fall, suddenly brought into the midst of a lady. Before that, I had been living with my mother, Gombre and Paris, accustomed to experience, except for a period of internship in Mrs. Swan's salon. The protection and vigilance of disgruntled bourgeois women, who have always regarded me as a child. But in Mrs. Gelmont's salon, the bare-chested ladies (whose jade muscles emerged from both sides of the Mimosa stem or beneath the broad petals of roses) stared at me with admiration for a long time, as if they had not dared to come up and embrace me simply because of their shyness. Nevertheless, many of them are impeccable in their style of life, I mean many, not all, because the most decent ladies do not hate frivolous women as much as my mother does. Misconduct will be opposed by Jade Bingqing's girlfriend, but in Gelmont's social circle, although everyone has seen it, it does not regard it as a matter of fact, the most important thing is to maintain the relationship that has lasted so far. Everyone pretended not to know that the hostess had married a man who wanted her, hoping that the salon would remain intact.

Brazilian Fall is the protagonist of the German poet and composer Wagner's opera Brazilian Fall. Pure Brazilian Fall was lured by the wizard's daughter, but he finally defeated the wizard and his daughter and became king.

The Duke seemed unconstrained with other guests (he had no need to learn or teach them anything for a long time), but he was very restrained in front of me (he knew nothing about my strengths, which gave me a kind of respect for the bourgeois minister that the great nobleman of Louis XIV might have for me). Therefore, the Duke was very restrained in front of me. He apparently believed that I did not recognize his guests, at least not to me (if not to his guests); I was afraid of humiliating him, always thinking about how to make a good impression on his guests, but he only cared about whether his guests could make a good impression on me.

Besides, there was a very complicated dramatic episode at the beginning: I had just stepped into the living room, and before I could greet the Duchess of Gelmont, the Duke, as if to give an unexpected pleasure, brought me to a short lady, as if to say to her, "This is your friend, you see, me." He was dragged to you. However, before the Duke pushed me to the lady, she flashed her big black and gentle eyes, and frequently sent me cunning smiles as if we were smiling at an old acquaintance who might not recognize us. I'm in this situation right now, and I can't remember who she is, so as I moved on, I turned my head elsewhere to avoid reacting to her smile. I didn't get out of the woods until the Duke introduced me to her. In the meantime, the lady continued to keep her smile in an unstable balance. She seemed eager to get rid of this embarrassing situation and wanted to hear me say, "Ah! Madam, I think so! How happy she would be if she knew we were seeing each other again!" I can't wait to know her name, just as she was anxious to see me greet her like an acquaintance, so that her indefinite extended smile can be stopped. But Duke de Gelmont did not do a very good job * (at least I think so). He seemed to have only introduced my name. I still had no idea of the strange woman I should have known, and she had no idea of introducing herself. Although I was in the dark, she seemed to know very well why she wanted to introduce herself to me. Like intimacy. Because when I came to her, instead of extending her hand to me, she grabbed my hand and talked to me intimately, as if I knew all the wonderful things she remembered. She said to me that Albert - probably his son, I think - would be sorry not to come. I looked for Albert among my old classmates. I only found Bullock, but the woman in front of me could not be Mrs. Bullock, because she had been dead for many years. I tried to guess what she imagined I shared with her, but nothing came of it. I could hardly see anything in those big, gentle, smiling, translucent black-jade eyes, just as I couldn't see the scenery behind the black glass windows, even the sun shining. She asked me if my father was too tired, if I would like to go to the theatre with Albert one day, if my health was better, because I was dizzy, confused and incoherent when I answered, only the words "I'm not feeling well tonight" were more clear, and she listened thoughtfully. My parents'other friends have never done this to me, so I'm not used to it. Finally, the Duke's words helped me solve the mystery: "She thinks you are cute." He whispered in my ear that my ears trembled, as if they were not new to me. Mrs. de Villebarisis said the same thing to us, my grandmother and I. That was when we met the Princess of Luxembourg. I opened my eyes to the fact that, although the lady in front of me had nothing in common with Mrs. de Luxembourg, according to the language used by the Duke who served her as a knight, I guessed that she was a fool, a kind of person, his Highness. She didn't know my family or me at all, but she was of noble descent and had the greatest wealth in the world (because she was the daughter of Prince Palma and married a cousin who was also a prince). She was grateful to the Creator and wanted to prove to her peers that no matter how poor or humble they were, she would never discriminate against them. To tell you the truth, I should have guessed her identity from the smile on her face. I saw the princess of Luxembourg buy some black bread for my grandmother on the beach, just like a stag in Bloni Zoo. But I was only introduced to a Highness for the second time, so it is understandable that I do not know the general characteristics of the treatment of great men. Besides, they didn't bother to remind me not to believe too much in their affable manner. Take Mrs. Gelmont for example. On the day of the opera house, she waved to me cordially, but the next day, when I greeted her in the street, she looked angry, just as some people gave someone a golden Louis and thought it was reasonable to say that it was over, so it could be done once and for all. Mr. De Charles is even more capricious. Nevertheless, as readers will see later, I also know some of the other types of Your Highnesses and Your Majesty, who regard themselves as queens and have very different speaking habits from their counterparts, but are similar to the queens in Saddou's plays.

(1) Saddou (1831-1908), a French dramatist, wrote some plays reflecting bourgeois life at the beginning, but later devoted himself to historical themes instead of pursuing authenticity.

Mr. de Gelmont introduced me to this lady in such a hurry because no one unknown to his Highness was allowed at the party. As long as a new guest appeared, he had to introduce him to his Highness without delay. Saint Lou was in such a hurry to introduce himself to my grandmother. Moreover, due to the legacy of court life, i.e. the need for social etiquette (court life is not a superficial article, but it becomes important and profound from the surface to the inside, instead of the surface), the Duke and Duchess regard the use of the third person in their conversation with Princess Palma as unchangeable and more benevolent, compassionate, and profound. Compassion and justice are more fundamental responsibilities, but they often don't care about Mercy and justice, at least one of them.

I haven't been to Parma in my life (this is the place I've been longing for for a long time, and I've wanted to go there since Easter). I know that Princess Parma has the most beautiful palace in this world-class city. She lives in this magnificent palace, living in seclusion and isolation. Immersed in the dense and wonderful atmosphere of her surname, as suffocating as the windless summer night over the square of a small Italian town, everything should give out the same breath of her surname. Therefore, knowing Princess Palma is like not moving her body. And a part of the body has already arrived in Parma, and suddenly replaced the Parma that my brain tried to imagine with a real Parma; it's like traveling to Giorgione, which is like an algebraic problem to me, and knowing Princess Parma is the first equation to solve it. But even though I have been like a spice maker for a long time to make a whole block of fat inhaling essence, the name of the princess of Parma has inhale the fragrance of countless violet flowers. However, when I saw the princess of Parma who was always convinced that I could at least compare with Mrs. San Savery Na, the second calculus also took place. Here we go. To tell you the truth, it took several months to complete the calculation. A new chemical mixing method was used to remove the violet essential oil and Stendhal fragrance from the princess's name. Instead, it was replaced by a black-eyed, small lady who never forgot to do good and tried to pretend to be kind. This kind manner is so humble that one can see at a glance that she is very proud in her bones. In addition, she is very similar to other ladies and seldom has the colour of Stendhal. Like Parma Street in Paris, for example, in Europe, the street is more similar to the neighboring street than to the name of Parma, rather than to the Bama Monastery where Fabris has left the rest of her life. It's reminiscent of the central hall of Saint Lazar Station.

Parma is a city in central Italy. It was founded in 183 B.C. and became a principality under Austrian control in the early nineteenth century. It later became part of Italy. Parma's violets are world-famous.

(2) The city of Giorgione is the city of Parma. Giorgione (1477-1510) was a Venetian painter of the Italian Renaissance, a pioneer of easel painting and a Lyric poet.

Mrs. Sancervillina is the heroine and aunt of the hero Fabris in the novel Bama Monastery written by Stendhal, a famous French writer in the nineteenth century. She is a beauty with strong personality, clear love and hate, and daring to act.

(4) Stendhal-style fragrance refers to Stendhal's description of Bama City, that is, Parma City, in Bama Monastery. Bama is the place where the story of the novel takes place.

Fabris is the hero in the novel Bama Monastery.

There are two reasons for her hospitality. First of all, thanks to the education of the princess, this is the basic reason. Her mother was not only related by marriage to all the kingdoms in Europe, but - in contrast to the Palma Kingdom - richer than any Regent princess. Since her childhood, her mother has instilled in her the Protestant admonition that she should be arrogant and humble. Now, every line on her face, the curve of her shoulders and the movement of her arms are repeating her mother's warning: "Remember that even if God had made you born on the steps of the throne, you would be nobler and richer than others" (Thank God! And don't despise the poor who are inferior to you. On the contrary, we should sympathize with the weak. Your ancestors have been Prince Clevere and Prince Floyd since 647; God's mercy has given you almost all the shares in the Suez Canal, and in addition, it has doubled your investment in the Dutch Kingdom Company than in Edmund de Rothschild. Your family has been established by genealogists since 63 A.D. and both of your aunts are queens. Therefore, when you speak, don't make people feel that you are showing off your privileges. It's not that your privileges are unreliable (no one can change the long history of your lineage, and people always need oil), but that there's no need to tell people that your origin is nobler than anyone else and that you have more investment than anyone else, because it's the public. It's well known. You should be willing to help the poor. You have to offer everything you can to all those who are inferior to you (thanks to the gracious God for giving you superiority over them). Don't lose your status. That is to say, you can give them money and even let nurses take care of them, but never invite them to your party. It's not good for them. But it will reduce your prestige and the effect of your good deeds." Therefore, even in times of inability to do good, Princess Palma wanted to show, through the external features of silent language, that she did not think she was more noble than the people around her, to be more precise. She is like a well-educated superior to everyone. She treats her subordinates with courtesy and kindness. She always wants to help others. She moved her chair. To make room for me, and to help me with gloves, to do for me what proud bourgeois ladies disdain to do, what empresses are willing to do, or what old-time servants do out of instinct and professional habits.

The Kingdom of the Netherlands is a powerful oil group, all known as the Kingdom of the Netherlands Petroleum Export Company, founded in 1890.

Rothschild is a German Jewish banking family. Edmund de Rothschild is president of the Bank of France.

The other reason Princess Palma expressed her affection to me was individuality, but it was by no means her mysterious preference for me. However, at that time, I had no time to think deeply about the second reason. Because the Duke seemed eager to finish the introduction, and had already dragged me to another lady. When I heard her name, I said to her that her castle was near Barbeck, where I had passed. Ah, if only you could come in and have a look at it that time! She told me that her voice was low, as if to make herself more modest, but her tone was sincere, which made her feel sorry for missing an extraordinary opportunity. Then she looked at me pleasantly and said to me, "I hope there will be another chance in the future. I have to tell you that my Aunt Brongas's castle may interest you more. It was built by Munsa and is a pearl of our province." She told me that not only was she willing to show me her castle herself, but her Aunt Brongas would be overjoyed to receive me at her house. Obviously, the lady thought it necessary for the Lord to make irresponsible polite remarks in order to keep the good tradition of hospitality alive, especially in an era when the land was slowly turning into the hands of bankers who did not know how to live. In addition, like all the people in her class, she tried to say some of the most pleasing words to the other party, which led to the illusion that she was really great, that writing letters to others would make others happy, that visiting the door would make the host feel honored, and that people were eager to know him. In fact, this kind of desire to please the other side and make the other side know their great ways can sometimes be seen among the bourgeoisie. Even if not - what a pity! In the most reliable friends of bourgeois origin, at least among the most lovely companions, this gentle and courteous behaviour can compensate for one's own shortcomings. However, in any case, this is an isolated phenomenon in the bourgeoisie. On the contrary, among the vast majority of aristocrats, this characteristic is no longer an individual phenomenon: aristocratic education has fostered it, believing that the great idea of aristocracy - that aristocrats are invincible under the sun, not afraid of inferiority and inferiority, knowing that treating others gently and courteously can make some people happy, and therefore tirelessly - has maintained it, and it has become. For the attributes of a class. Even though some people's personal shortcomings are incompatible with this characteristic and cannot be left in their hearts, their vocabulary and gestures will unconsciously carry its traces.

Munsa (1646-1708), French architect.

"This is a very good woman," Mr. de Gelmont told me about Princess Palma. "She has a lady's demeanour more than anyone else."

When Mr. Duke introduced me to the ladies, a man kept paying tribute to me. This man is Count Hannibal de Braudet-Gonsavi. He arrived very late and had no time to learn about the guests. When I entered the living room, he saw that I was not a member of the Duchess circle. If I could come in, I must have extraordinary qualifications. So he put his single glasses under his eyebrows and thought that they would not only make him see me, but also help him to see who I was. He knows that Mrs. de Gelmont, as a real lady, has precious land, the so-called salon. That is to say, she sometimes introduces to her circle a celebrity who has made her mark by inventing a medicine or a masterpiece. The Duchess had no scruple in inviting Mr. Dedaye to her reception for the King and Queen of England, which is still fresh in the memory of the people of St. Germain. The thoughtful ladies were very interested in approaching this amazing genius, so when they weren't invited, they had a bad taste in their hearts. Mrs. de Gouvernail did not say that Mr. Ribo II was also at the reception, but it was a fabrication. She said this in order to convince people that Oliana wanted her husband to be an ambassador. More sensational is that Mr. de Gelmont, with a kind of courtesy comparable to Marshal Saxony's, visited the actor's lounge of the French Comedy Theatre and pleaded with Miss Rehingbe to recite poems to the King of England at his house. Miss Rehingbe did accept the invitation, which is unprecedented in social history. Mr. De Braude remembered that the Duchess had done so many unexpected things (he himself fully agreed, because he himself was not only an ornament of the salon, but also in the same way as the Duchess of Galmont --- but he was a man --- to support a salon), and wondered who I was. I feel it is necessary to explore. Suddenly, Mr. Victor's name flashed through his mind, but he thought that I was too young to be an organist. Besides, Mr. Victor was not well-known and could not be "received". He thought I was more like the new Commissioner of the Swedish Embassy, who had been talked to; he was going to ask me about Oscar II, who had been warmly treated by the king many times; but when the Duke introduced my name to him, he found it unheard of and decided that I was a famous man. Look, or he won't see me here. Oliana does all this stupidity and is good at attracting celebrities to her salon skillfully. Of course, only one percent. Otherwise, her position in the social circles will fall dramatically. Therefore, Mr. De Braude licked his lips contentedly, sniffed his nostrils with delicious smell, and his appetite was stimulated because he believed that dinner would be plentiful today. Moreover, because of my presence, the party would be interesting. Tomorrow, he would eat at the Duke of Chartres. During the meal, there was a fascinating conversation. He had not yet figured out who I was - the inventor of the anti-cancer serum that had just been tested, or the playwright who had just rehearsed the opening play that would soon be staged in the French Theatre - he was a big intellectual, a fan of Travel Notes, and he began to pay tribute to me and to do it all the time. The unannounced gesture, through a single glasses, frequently smiled at me. In doing so, he may have mistakenly assumed that if he could convince a talented man that his thoughts were as important as his origin, Count Breoday Gonsavi would be respected by this outstanding person; or perhaps just to show that he was satisfied, but he had difficulties in expressing himself and did not know it. What language should I speak to? In a word, he drifted to a strange place with a raft and met a "native" who was curious to observe the customs of the local people and kept making friendly gestures to them. He did not forget to shout like them and exchange colored glass ornaments with ostrich eggs and spices in the hope of reaping benefits. 。 I tried my best not to disappoint him. Then I shook hands with Duke Chartrello. I met him once at Mrs. de Villebarisis's house. He told me that Mrs. de Villebarisis was an old slipper. Duke Chartrello is a typical Gelmont with golden hair, hooked nose and ugly acne on his face, all of which have been shown in the portraits of the family left to us in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. But I no longer love the Duchess, so a young man who looks like her is not attractive to me. I saw an artist's signature on the crook of Duke Chartrello's nose. I may have studied the artist for a long time, but now I'm not interested in him. I also said hello to Prince Fulvax. Unfortunately, I encountered a German handshake, and my fingers were almost pinched flat when they were pulled out, as if they were clamped by a vise. When Prince Fulvax shook hands with me, he had Prince Fafenheim's mockery on his face, or a kind smile. Prince Fafenheim is a friend of Mr. de Nobwa. Because of the eccentricity of nicknames in this social circle, people call him Prince Feng. He always signs his name "Prince Feng" himself, or when he writes to his close friends, he simply signs his name "Feng". Sometimes this abbreviation is easy to understand, because the prince's name is very long and consists of several names. But it's hard to understand why Elizabeth is sometimes replaced by Lily and White, just as gold can be heard everywhere in another circle. It has been explained that some people, who are usually idle and frivolous, often use "dove" instead of "Montesquieu" in order not to waste time. However, they use Nandy instead of Fernandi to address one of their cousins, which does not show how much time can be saved. Besides, don't think that the Gelmonts always use repetitive syllables to name people. Countess Montberu and Countess Ferrud were sisters of the same nationality and were very fat, but they were called "little girls" and "little babies." They were not angry at all, and they were not amused at all, because they were always called them that way. Mrs. de Gelmont liked Mrs. de Montberu very much. If Mrs. de Montberu was seriously ill, she would ask the patient's sister with tears in her eyes, "I heard that'little girl'was in bad condition." For Mrs. De Lackland, whose hair was separated from the middle and her ears were covered by her sideburns, she was never called a hungry ghost. Sometimes, only one a is added to the husband's name or name as a title for his wife. The meanest, despicable and ruthless person in St. Germain is called Raphael, and his ruthless companion, like him, has never signed only Raphael. The above list is just a few simple examples of innumerable rules, and several of them can be explained if there is an opportunity in the future.

(1) De Das (1848-1912), a French painter, mostly focused on the battlefield.

(2) Ribo (1842-1923), French statesman. Successive Foreign Ministers, Premier of Zheng Government, Minister of Finance and other posts.

(3) Saxony (1696-1750), Marshal of France; with extraordinary military genius, but his private life often caused sensation.

(4) Miss Lai Xingbei (1853-1924), a famous French actress, created various types of girl images.

Victor (1844-1937), French organist and composer; he created the organ symphony.

Oscar II (1829-1907) was King of Sweden.

Next, I asked the Duke to introduce me to Prince Aggregate." Why don't you know this famous Grey-Grey? Mr. de Gelmont shouted, and then introduced my name to Mr. Aggregate. Franois often talked about Aggregate, so it seemed to me like a transparent glassware. I saw an ancient city beneath it. On the violet sea, the golden sun slanted thousands of lights on the rosy square castle; I have no doubt that this miracle passed by. Prince Agriedjean, who was briefly staying in Paris, was the de facto ruler of the ancient city, a Sicilian who was also bathed in golden * sunshine and glittered with ancient * luster. But, alas! The man introduced to me by the Duke was a vulgar rascal. He stood on one heel pretending to be free and easy, and turned to me to say hello. I felt that he had nothing to do with his name, just as he had nothing to do with one of his works of art. There was no reflection of this work on him, and he probably never looked at it. Prince Aggregate was not at all princely, nor was he at all graceful. I could not help thinking that since his name was so far apart from himself and had nothing to do with his appearance, he must have had the power to take away all the poetry he might have had, like others, and to pretend to be his own wonder. It's in the wonderful syllable. If so, the operation was thorough, for there was no more charm in this relative of the Garments. Therefore, he is the only, but also the most unlike, Prince Aggregate in the world. Moreover, he was proud of himself as Prince Aggregate, but just as a banker was proud of his large stake in a mine, it did not matter whether the mine matched its beautiful name (e.g. Avanch Mine or Sunflower Mine) or simply called No. 1 Mine. However, when the introduction came to an end (it took a lot of ink to narrate, in fact, only a minute or two from the time I entered the living room), Mrs. de Gelmont said to me in an almost imploring tone, "I think you must be tired of introducing one by one like Bazan, and we want you to know our friends." Friends, but we don't want to be tired of you, because we want you to come often. "At this time, the Duke made a clumsy and cautious gesture of waving dinner, which he had been trying to do for about an hour, when I appreciated Elsteir's works.

There is one thing to mention here. One of the guests did not arrive, Mr. de Grouch. His wife (born in the Gelmont family) came alone first. He went hunting during the day and said he would come here directly after hunting. Mr. De Grouchy was born in a famous family, but his ancestry was not high enough for noble fans. His grandfather served in the First Empire and was wrongly accused of causing Napoleon's defeat for not participating in the Battle of Waterloo at first. Therefore, Prince Gelmont, though not as critical as before, often said to his nieces, "It is unfortunate that poor Mrs. Gelmont, the Viscount of Gelmont and the mother of Mrs. de Grouchy, has never been able to find a good mother-in-law for her daughters." But uncle, didn't the eldest man marry Mr. de Grouch? I don't call this man husband! However, I heard that Uncle Franois proposed to her little daughter, so that they would not all be old girls.

As soon as the order was issued, a squeak was heard, and all the doors of the dining room were opened; a ceremonial Butler bowed deeply in front of Princess Palma, and then reported, "Please take your wife's seat." The tone sounded as if he were saying, "Mrs. is going to die." But this was true. There was no sadness among the guests, for they had begun to walk in pairs, laughing and laughing like the Robinson Hotel in the summer, to their respective seats, then separated, and the servant pushed them up in the back; and Mrs. de Gelmont, the last to leave, came up to me and asked me to take her to dinner. Table. I should be timid, but I am not at all, because she probably sees me standing in the wrong place, like a graceful, agile hunter, turning half a circle around me, so that my arm correctly and correctly on her arm, very naturally brought me into the accurate and elegant rhythm of action. I closed the steps effortlessly, and the Garments did not care about them at all. Just as a real scholar never shows off his knowledge, in his family we are not as afraid as in a mediocre family. Several other doors were opened, and the steaming soup was served out. It was like a supper in a puppet show. When the late young guests arrived, with a gesture from the host, all the organs began to function. Pride and Prejudice

The Duke's gesture of ordering the meal was not majestic and supreme, but cowering. However, the response was as wide, skilled, obedient and spectacular as that of the clocks that had been wound up. The Duke's gesture is not decisive, but I don't think it will affect your performance at all. I think the Duke is so embarrassed and hesitant that I am afraid I will miss him if I see everyone waiting for dinner. I am afraid I will find that everyone has been waiting for a long time. Just as Mrs. de Gelmont saw that I have seen the painting for so long, she will endure endless introductions, for fear that I will feel tired and uncomfortable. Sample. Therefore, it is this common gesture that shows the Duke's true greatness, that he does not value his luxury, on the contrary, he respects an insignificant but glorious guest.

This is not to say that Mr. de Gelmont is unusual in some respects, even without the usual jokes of the millionaires and the arrogance of the upstarts, who are not. But just as an official or a priest can develop his mediocre talents indefinitely by virtue of the power of the French Zheng House and the Catholic Church (just as a wave can be pushed out by the vast sea behind him by countless waves), Mr. de Gelmont is also pushed by another force, the true aristocratic etiquette. Move. Many people are excluded from this etiquette. Mrs. de Campbell or Mr. de Fortheville could not have been received by Mrs. de Gelmont. But once someone is as likely as I am to be accepted by the Gelmont Circle, this etiquette presents him with a more magical treasure than these ancient living rooms and the wonderful furniture (if possible) displayed in the living room - a simple and warm reception.

If Mr. de Gelmont wants to please someone one day, he will skillfully use the opportunity and environment to let that person play the leading role. Of course, if Garment Castle, his "nobility" and "elegance" would take another form. He would hire someone to set up a car and take me for a pre-meal walk with him alone. We will be touched by his courtesy, just as we will be touched by Louis XIV's smiles, amiability and almost humility when we read contemporary memoirs. But you know, neither the Duke nor Louis XIV will make his actions go beyond what the word etiquette contains.

During the reign of Louis XIV, those enthusiastic about aristocracy accused him of neglecting etiquette. Saint-Simon said that he was a little king who did not pay attention to hierarchy as compared with Philip de Valois and Charles V.

(1) Philip de Valois (1294-1350), Philip VI, King of France (1328-1350). Hundred years of war broke out when he was in power.

Charles V (1338-1380), King of France. During his reign, he fought again with Britain and recovered French territory.

But it was this Louis XIV who made up a code of etiquette to show the princes and ambassadors which kings they should shake hands with. Sometimes it is difficult to reach an understanding of etiquette, so that His Highness Prince King, Louis XIV's son, may meet a foreign monarch outside the palace castle, so as not to let anyone talk about the one who walks in front of that one when entering the palace; and when the Rhine candidates meet Prince Chevres, they pretend to be sick in bed and in order to avoid shaking hands with him. He had dinner together and solved the etiquette problem. The Duke always avoided the opportunity to serve His Highness. His Highness listened to the advice of Brother Wang Louis XIV, who liked his brother very much. He made an excuse for his cousin to go upstairs when he got up and forced him to hand him his shirt. In etiquette, we must strictly perform our duties without any ambiguity, but when we encounter grief and emotional matters, we do not say anything about responsibility. Louis XIV's favorite person is His Highness, but just a few hours after his brother-in-law's death, in the words of Duke Montfort, His Highness's "bones are not cold." He hummed the tune in the opera and was surprised to see that Duchess Burgundy could not hide her pain and melancholy. To make the jester determined to resume his entertainment, he ordered the Duke of Burgundy to play cards. However, this contrast can be seen not only in Mr. de Gelmont's social activities, but also in his unconscious language, from what he cares about and the timing: the Gelmonts are no more sad than others, or even they have little real sympathy; however, every day. You can see their names appearing in the social column of the Gauls newspaper for countless funerals, and they think it's disturbing not to put their names on it. Like the mud huts and terraces that travelers may find so similar to each other that Novon_or Sao Paulo_may know, I am in the manner of Mr. de Gelmont, who is at times so tender and moving and at times so cold that he can perform the smallest duties and tear up the most sacred agreements. I saw that Louis XIV's court life was peculiar to the transcendental practice of treating emotional and moral insecurity as a purely formal issue. More than two centuries passed, but the tradition remained intact.

The Rhine candidates were the father-in-law of Louis XIV's brother Philip.

(2) The Duke of Shepherds (1646-1712), son-in-law of Louis XIV's finance minister, Colbert, was thoughtful and respected.

His Highness here refers to Philip, Louis XIV's brother, who is titled Duke of Orleans. After Louis XIV came to power, Philip was called "His Highness". His second wife, Charlotte Elizabeth, was the daughter of a Rhine candidate.

Duke Montfort is the great-grandson of Duke Chevreus.

Duchess of Burgundy (1685-1712), niece of Louis XIV, married the grandson of Louis XIV, Duke of Burgundy. She loves luxury and entertainment. It's the mother of Louis XV in France.

Duke of Burgundy (1682-1712), grandson of Louis XIV, Prince of France, father of Louis XV, is kind-hearted and humane.

Se Novon (c. 565-473), an ancient Greek philosopher and historian, believed that everything came out of water and earth and opposed the idea of God as human.

(1) Saint Paul (1 John 15-62), an apostle of Christianity, is the author of Acts and Epistles.

Another reason why Princess Palma expressed affection to me was more special. She is a first-mover and thinks that everything in the Duchess of Galmont's family, whether material or human, is more elegant than her own. In fact, she was the same at other people's homes; she praised the most common dishes, the most common flowers, and not only that, she asked her host to agree that she would send a cook the next day to learn cooking, or a gardener's foreman to see the variety of flowers. Both of them have very high salaries. They have their own horses and chariots. Especially they think that they are skilled and unrivalled. They feel that it is disgraceful to go to other people's homes to learn a dish cooking method they disdain or a cultivation method of carnation, which is beautiful and cannot be cultivated with them in Princess Mansion for a long time. Varieties are comparable in terms of color and colour, not as beautiful as their "gorgeous" and not as large as their size. But even though her amazement at something insignificant in other people's homes was made up to show that she was not arrogant for her noble status and great wealth, because arrogance was forbidden by her ancestors, concealed by her mother, and intolerable by God. However, she sincerely regards the living room of Duchess Galmont as a holy place, and has strange discoveries and endless fun every step of the way. Generally speaking (but far from explaining Princess Parma's state of mind), the Garments are distinctly different from other members of aristocratic society: they are more noble and extraordinary. At first glance, they give me the opposite impression. I think they are plain, just like all other men and women. The reason why I do this is because I see names in them first, just as I have formed preconceptions by reverberating on the names of Balbeck, Florence and Parma. In my imagination, the women in this salon are all Saxon figurines, but in fact, they are more like most women in the world. But, like Balbeck and Florence, the Galmont family will disappoint our imagination at first, because they and their fellow women are not. In the same way, their names are far from each other, but then we can see their distinctive characteristics, albeit slightly. They have a special appearance, pink skin and sometimes purple skin. Even men * Gelmont, without exception, have soft, beautiful, almost shiny blonde hair, a bunch of lichen wallflower, and cat fur (corresponding to this golden hair is a flash of wisdom). Light, because when it comes to the skin color and hair of the Gelmont family, we have to talk about the spirit of the Gelmont family, which is similar to the spirit of the Motmar family. They had an aristocratic quality that had become more pure before Louis XIV came to power, and was recognized by all for their publicity. All this, appearance, color of skin and hair * and noble qualities make the Garments stand out even in an aristocratic society of extremely precious materials. They are distributed in this society, but they can be identified at a glance. Like the veins, the golden yellow texture marks jade and onyx, or rather, their sparkling hair forms a wave of waves, and a lock of hair is like a tortuous line running along the sides of the foam agate.

(1) The Mothmar family is a branch of the Rosshua family, named after the village of Mothmar in the French province of Upper Vienna.

The members of the Gelmont family - at least those who are truly Gelmonts - not only have perfect skin, beautiful hair and clear eyes, but also have their unique postures when they stand, walk, greet, shake hands and raise their eyes before shaking hands. Therefore, they are clear to the rest of the upper class. The distinction is as distinct as that of a social person as that of a farmer in work clothes. Despite their kindness, people still wonder: they walk as swiftly as swallows spread their wings and nod as gracefully as roses. When they see us walking, greeting and going out, they have no right (though they cover up well) to think that we are not the same kind of people as them. They are big. Are you the pride of the earth? Later, I realized that the Garments did think I was not like them, but I aroused their admiration because I had some advantages that I didn't even know about myself, but they publicly thought they were the only important ones. However, some time later, I felt that only half of their publicly expressed beliefs were sincere, and in them, contempt or surprise coexisted with admiration and admiration. The inherent physical flexibility of the Gelmont family * has two manifestations: one is dynamic. Their bodies move all the time. For example, when a man * Gelmont salutes a woman, his figure is the product of a series of asymmetric and neurocompensatory * movements that maintain an unstable balance, with one leg dragging along, perhaps deliberately, or because he often falls during hunting, in order to keep this leg up with the other leg, he Let the trunk slightly deflect, let a shoulder slightly raise, and balance with the deflection of the trunk. When saluting, put a single glasses on the eyes, make the eyebrows above the eyes rise, let the hair fall on the forehead. Another kind of flexibility, similar to the shape of the wind, waves or tracks permanently reserved by the shell boat, can be said to form a unique static and dynamic style. The nose bends inward in hook shape, the upper eyes are fierce, the lower lips are two thin, if female, from these two thin lips is hoarse voice. As soon as you see their hawk nose, you will recall the absurd origins of the 16th century genealogists who studied ancient Greek culture and lived a parasitic life for their families with good intentions. Of course, the family has a long history, but it is not the product of a fairy born from a divine bird, as genealogists say.

The Gelmont family is not only distinctive in appearance, but also special in thought. Although members of the Gelmont family live in a pure and pure "upper class" aristocratic society, they pretend to pay no attention to the aristocracy. There was only one person except Prince Hillbe. He is the husband of "Mary Hillbe" and his ideas are old-fashioned. When he goes out with his wife in a car, he always lets his wife sit on his left side, because although she comes from a royal family, she is not as noble as his descent. However, he is the exception. As long as he is not present, his family always treats him as a joke and talks about his latest anecdotes with relish. The Duchess of Gelmont was born in the Gelmont family. To be honest, to some extent, she has become a little different from her family and more likable than them. She advocated putting spiritual life above everything else and supporting the Socialist Party politically, which made some people wonder where the patron saint who ensured her noble life was hiding in her palace. The patron saint was never visible, but she must have been hiding in the waiting room, in the living room and in the dressing room, reminding the slaves not to forget to call the woman who did not believe in the title "Duchess" and to remind the woman who only loved reading and paid no attention to public opinion to leave for her brother at eight o'clock. Daughter-in-law goes to dinner and wears a shirt with bare breasts and shoulders.

It is the patron saint of the family who tells Mrs. de Gelmont that having millions of dollars like hers is necessary for a first-class Duchess to read fewer interesting books and attend tedious tea parties, dinners and parties, which are as annoying as rain, but essential. Mrs. de Gelmont accepted it grumblingly and ironically, but did not dwell on why. However, this unexpected phenomenon did not make her uncomfortable when the dietary director called the woman who only believed in spirituality but did not believe in titles "Duchess". She never wanted to ask him to just call her "Mrs." Some people, out of kindness, might think that Mrs. de Gelmont was absent-minded and heard only the word "Mrs." but did not hear the additions. But if she pretended to be deaf, she would not be dumb. Whenever she had to ask her husband to do anything, she always said to the Director of Food: "You remind Mr. Duke..."

In addition, the patron saint of the family has other things to do, such as making morality speak. Of course, in the Gelmont family, some people are particularly intelligent, while others are particularly noble. Usually, a wise person is not necessarily noble, and a noble person is not necessarily wise. But even if they had fabricated papers and cheated at cards, or they were the most popular of all, they were willing to absorb all new and correct ideas, and when they talked about morality, they were more resourceful than good-mannered Galmont. Take Mrs. de Vilbaricis for example. When the patron saint wanted to talk about morality through the old lady's mouth, she spoke more beautifully than anyone else. In similar situations, for example, when members of the Galmont family talk about a maid, we find that their tone of conversation is almost as old and simple as that adopted by the Marquis, and that, because they are more attractive, they seem more noble and touching: "I think her nature is good." She's an unusual girl. She must be a decent daughter. She certainly won't go astray. At this point, the patron saint becomes intonated. Sometimes, however, he becomes a wording, a facial expression. The Duchess had the same manner as her grandfather, who was Marshal. It was an unconscious twitch, very similar to the twitch of Serpent, the patron god of the Balkan family in Carthage. When I used to walk in the morning, several times before I recognized Mrs. de Gelmont, I felt that she was peeping at me in a small-milk-grocery store, and I was distracted by the look on her face. The patron saint also intervened in a situation that was important not only to the Galmont family, but also to their rival, the Gufu Vassier family. The Guevasier family, like the Garments, is of aristocratic origin, but it is totally different from them. (Prince Garments must talk about origin and aristocracy, as if that was the only important thing. When the Garments explained the prince's prejudice, they even said that it was passed on to him by his grandmother.) Not only did the Gufuvassiers not attach as much importance to intelligence as the Garments, but they also had very different views on it. In the eyes of the Garments (even an idiot), the so-called cleverness is the poisonous tongue of the snake, the bitterness, the exportation hurts people, that is, to be able to compare with you in painting, music and architecture, that is, to speak English. The Gufu Vassiers'view of intelligence is even worse. As long as they are not in their circle, those who are smart are considered to be "likely to kill their parents". They think that cleverness is a pronoun such as "Prince-His Highness". These smart people, even if they are not known, will forcibly break into the most respected salon. The Gufu Vassiers knew that they would regret receiving these "guys" in the end. They are skeptical of any opinion expressed by smart people outside the upper class. One time, someone said, "Swan is younger than Palamedes." Mrs. de Galadon immediately retorted, "It must be what he told you. If that's the case, please believe that it's because it's profitable." Even more incredible, when it was said that the Gelmont House had received two elegant foreign women to let the elderly go ahead, Mrs. de Galadon asked, "Can you see that she is older?" She asked, not that such women do not really see age, but that they do not have identity and education, no tradition, but look younger or not, just like a kitten in the same basket, only veterinarians can distinguish them. In addition, the Gufuwahiers were narrow-minded and fraudulent. Therefore, in a sense, they have maintained the integrity of the nobility better than the Garments. The Garments (in their eyes, except for the Royal Family and several large families, such as the Lini Family and the Latremeier Family, all of which were of no value) were arrogant about the old aristocrats living around their castles precisely because they did not value them as much as the Guevasier Family. Family rank, think that family rank is secondary, the same, they think that a person, even if not a family background, it does not matter. Some women are not very high in their homeland, but they are beautiful, wealthy, married a very important husband, loved by the duchesses, they are beautiful and elegant imports for Paris, which seldom knows about their "parents". Sometimes - though not many times - they were met by some of the hostesses of the Galmont family through Princess Palma or by virtue of their own charm, but this action aroused great indignation from the Gufu Vassier family. When they visit their cousins'house between five and six o'clock, they will be furious and attack endlessly when they see that some of the guests present have descendants of people their parents disdained to associate with when they were in Pelsch. For example, the fascinating G... As soon as the countess stepped into Galmont House, Mrs. de Villepin looked angry as if to recite:

If there's one left, it must be me.

The Balgar family was a powerful family in the ancient Carthaginian kingdom, especially in the three wars between Rome and Carthage in the third and second centuries B.C.

(2) Pelsch is the name of the old area in northern France. It was once the Duke of Pelsch in ancient times and was incorporated into the Kingdom of France in 1525.

However, the countess did not understand the poem at all. Mrs. de Villepin, who was born in the Guevasier family, left G almost every Monday. The Countess swallowed the crispy cream bar a few paces away, but it was of no avail. Mrs. de Villepin admits privately that she can hardly imagine how her cousins, Gelmont, would receive a woman who was not even a second-rate figure in Chardonnay. My cousin doesn't have to be so difficult to get along with. It's a fool to the upper classes, "concluded Mrs. de Villepin with a different expression. It was a look of despair with a smile and mockery, as if playing a riddle-guessing game and writing another poem on it:

Thank the gods! Let my misfortune surpass my hope.

Naturally, the countess could not understand the poem.

(1) Chardonnay is a French region; on the edge of Perch.

And --- I'll talk about the future ahead of time --- Mrs. de Villepin "persevered" (with the same rhyme as "hope" in the second poem) in her arrogance at G... Madame is not absolutely useless. G... Seeing Mrs. de Villepin's persistent arrogance at her, Mrs. de Villepin assumed (purely unfounded imagination) that Mrs. de Villepin enjoyed high prestige. When her daughter, the most beautiful and wealthiest lady at today's dance, reached the age of cabinet, people were surprised to see that she had refused all the dukes'requests. Marriage. Because G... The lady remembered the humiliation she had suffered every week on Grenell Street because of her second-class status in Chardonnay, and was determined to marry her daughter to a son of the Virgin family.

The Garments and the Gufu Vassiers have only one thing in common. They are good at keeping distance from people - but in different ways. The Gelmonts did not express distance in the same way. However, for example, all the Garments, I mean, are genuine. When someone introduces you to them, you will see that they all have to perform a kind of etiquette. It seems that it's a great thing to reach out to you. It's a knighthood ceremony for you. When a Gelmont - even if he is only twenty years old, he is already following in the footsteps of his predecessors - hears the introduction of your name, he will show an unreasonable attitude, looking you up and down with the usually blue * cold eyes, as if to penetrate into your heart as sharp as a steel knife. Moreover, this is exactly what the Gelmonts think they should do. They are all confident that they are first-class psychologists. In addition, they believe that this careful scrutiny will make the resulting handshake more cordial, because it is carefully considered. It's all going on at a distance from you. It's a little bit too close to each other, but it's a little too big for a handshake. It's as frustrating and cold as a fight. So when this Gelmont looks at the last chambers of your soul and reputation like lightning, he thinks you're qualified to socialize with him from now on. When they meet, they reach out to you. At this moment, the hand at the end of the stretched arm seems to be showing you a foil to fight with you. In short, it's so far away from this Gelmont right now. When he nods, it's hard to see whether he's talking to you or to himself. Hand greetings. Some Gelmonts exaggerate this etiquette every time they see you. Because they lack sense of proportionality, or it is impossible not to repeat it. Now that they have fulfilled the powers conferred by the Family Patron God at the first meeting, they have conducted a psychological investigation on you beforehand, and the results of the investigation should be fresh in memory, so there is no need to repeat them. Therefore, if they insist on penetrating their sharp eyes into your heart before shaking hands with you in the second meeting, it can only be interpreted as unconscious behavior, or that they want to have the ability to use their eyes to deter you. The Gufo'esier family had a very different appearance from the Garments. They tried to grasp this way of looking at salutes, but in vain, they had to either keep their bodies in a proud rigid position or hurry to pretend that they didn't care. But some of the best women * Galmont's lady manners seem to have been borrowed from the Gufu Vassier family. Indeed, when someone introduces you to one of them, this Ms. Gelmont salutes you by bringing her head and upper body closer to you, roughly at a 45 degree angle, while her lower body (which is very tall) remains motionless until the waist acts as a spindle. But as soon as she throws her upper body at you, she snaps it back and lets it fall back almost forty-five degrees from the vertical line. The successive backwards offset the concessions you felt she had made to you, and the territory you thought you had won was not even gained at all, unlike the original position you could hold in a fight. This kind of closeness is offset by restoring distance (originally created by the Gufu Vassiers to show that the closeness expressed by the first movement is only temporarily pretended), which is also evident in letters addressed to you by Gai's and Gu's women, at least in letters you wrote to them in the early days when you knew them. If you compare a letter to a human body, then this "body" will contain words that seem to be used only when writing to a friend, but if you think you can boast that you are a friend of that lady's, it's absolutely futile, because she wrote "sir" at the beginning of the letter and "complimentary salute" at the end. This cold opening and closing words can change the meaning of the whole letter, so the most beautiful words (if it's your letter of condolence) can be used in the middle to describe her grief over the loss of her sisters, the intimate relationship between them and the beautiful scenery of the resort, which she got from her lovely children and grandchildren. Comfort. All of these can be compared with letters in some books, but intimate words do not create an atmosphere of intimacy between the recipient and the writer, as if the letter had been addressed to you by Pliny Jr. or Mrs. Simiana.

(1) Pliny Jr. (61-113), an ancient Roman writer, has ten volumes of Epistles and more than 300 articles.

(2) Mrs. Simiana (1674-1737); the granddaughter of the French woman writer Mrs. Sevigny; wrote many interesting letters.

Indeed, some of Ms. Gelmont's first letters use the terms "my dear friend" and "my friend" to address you, not always the most modest Ms. Gelmont, and some of the "flirtatious" Ms. Gelmont, who has been intimate with the monarchs of other countries, also use these terms: they are arrogant and believe in everything they give. They want to buy people's hearts and develop the habit of satisfying others'desires as much as possible. As long as there was a grandmother in Louis XIII, a young Gelmont could call her "Aunt Adam" when he spoke of Marquis Gelmont. Therefore, there were numerous members of the Gelmont family, which made these common etiquettes, such as introductions, colorful and colorful. Every more noble branch has its own set of etiquette, which is passed down from generation to generation like a secret recipe or a special jam recipe. As we have seen, when Saint Lou hears the introduction of your name, he seems to unconsciously extend his hand to you without looking at you or saluting you. A poor civilian is introduced to a person in St. Lucia for a special reason - and this is rare - and when he sees that Mr. (or Mrs. Galmont) intentionally pretends to be unconscious and greets him very stiffly, he or she racks his brains to know what he (or she) is not doing to him. Full. When he hears that he (or she) thinks it necessary to write a letter to tell the introducer that he (or she) likes him very much and hopes to see him again, he will be startled. If Saint Lucia's mechanical handshake is unusual, then Marquis Fiebwa's complex and fast jump (which Mr. Charles thought was ridiculous) and Prince Gelmont's slow and rhythmic pace are unusual. However, it is impossible to describe in detail the rich and varied music of the Gelmont family here, because the ballet troupe is too large.

Get down to business. As mentioned earlier, the Gufuwahier family was very dissatisfied with the Duchess of Gelmont. As long as Mrs. Gelmont remained unmarried and remained in her literary boudoir, the Gufu Vassiers could sympathize with her and console themselves by saying that she had no property at that time. But unfortunately, there is always a unique substance that rises black smoke to hide the wealth of the Gufu Vassier family. Therefore, no amount of their wealth can attract people's attention. A wealthy Miss Guevasier married a millionaire, but the young couple did not have their own apartment in Paris. They stayed at their parents'home every time. The rest of the time they lived in a pure but disgraceful society in the provinces. When the debt-ridden Saint-Lou dazzled the people of East Sierra with his luxurious carriages and horses, a wealthy Mr. Guevasier never rode a tram there. On the contrary (and that's what happened many years ago), Miss de Gelmont (Oriana), who had little property, was amazing at her clothes. If all the women of the Gufo Sier family were added up in their clothes, it would not be as good as Miss de Gelmont alone. Praise a lot. Even the sensation caused by her conversation played a propaganda role in her dress and dressing. How dare she say to the Grand Duke of Russia, "Hello! Sir, it is said that you want to send someone to assassinate Tolstoy?" She said this at a dinner party. None of the Gufu Vassiers were invited, and they knew little about Tolstoy. Judging by the example of the Duchess of Galadon (the mother-in-law of Princess Galadon, who was still young at that time) who enjoyed the legacy of her deceased husband, the Guevasian family also knew little about Greek writers: the Duchess of Galadon did not see Oliana at her house once in five years, when she was asked When Leona did not come, she answered, "It is said that she recited Aristotle's poems in the social world (she wanted to say Aristophanes). I can't stand it in my house."

It is not difficult to imagine that Miss de Gelmont's "attack" on the Grand Duke of Russia on Tolstoy's question, even though it made the Gufu Vassiers angry, it made the Guermonts amazed. Not only that, they will be amazed by all the things that are closely or not closely related to them. Countess Agenguel, who enjoys the legacy of her deceased husband and her maiden name Senapor, is a gifted woman. Although she has a snobbish son, she is welcomed by almost everyone. When she narrates Miss de Gelmont's words in front of the literati, she says, "Oliana de Gelmont is smart and versatile, and she paints them." Watercolor paintings are comparable to famous painters, and their poems are equal to those of rare poets. As you know, she is of noble origin, and her grandmother is Miss Montbanzier. She is the eighteenth generation of Oliana de Gelmont. She has never had a marriage that is harmful to her family. She is the purest and oldest lineage in France. The pseudointellectuals, half-suspended intellectuals, who were entertained by Mrs. de Aguengur, would never have the chance to see Oliana de Gelmont. They imagined her to be superior and more extraordinary than Princess Badruhr-Bral. When they heard that a lady of such noble origin praised Tolstoy like that, they did not. Only felt willing to sacrifice her life, and felt that their love for Tolstoy and their desire to resist the Czar had created a new force. At a time when liberalism may have weakened in them and their doubts about the power of these ideas may have arisen, Miss Gelmont, a very noble and authoritative young girl with hair covering her forehead (the Gufusiers would never let it cover their forehead), gave them her meaning. Unexpected help. There are many good or bad things in reality, which are more valued because they are approved by some influential people. For example, the Gufu Vassiers have a set of ceremonies for greeting people in the street, which are very ugly and not enthusiastic, but as you know it is an elegant way of saluting, they abandon smiles and sincerity and try their best to imitate such cold gymnastic movements. Generally speaking, however, the Garments, especially Oliana, do not stick to etiquette. They are more familiar with this set of etiquette than anyone else, but when they see you from the carriage, they will not hesitate to wave to you cordially. If in the living room, they let the Gufu Vassiers do the pretentious set of etiquette beside them, and they make their blue eyes smile after their own glamorous curtsy. That is to extend your hand to you kindly. Thanks to these Garments, the so-called elegant etiquette, which has always been empty and dull, suddenly adds something that everyone likes to see and hear, but tries to discard as much as possible, a sincere, heartfelt welcome and greeting. Similarly, some people are naturally fond of inferior music and mediocre but smooth and pleasant melodies, but they also inhibit their hobbies because of the existence of symphonies. However, as soon as they had suppressed their instinctive hobbies, they had just fallen in love with the colourful and dazzling symphony of Charles Strauss, and then they saw the musician, Obey, playing pop music with tolerance, and they thought that their hobbies had unexpectedly found an excuse in this supreme authority. Reasons (this time the name is unreasonable), can not help but be overjoyed, happy in appearance, while listening to Salome beautifully, while grateful to Strauss, because when listening to Diamond on the Crown, they can never show their hobbies. Reason and Emotion

Strauss (1864-1949), German composer and conductor.

(2) Obey (1782-1871), a French composer, wrote about 50 operas.

Salome is Strauss'opera, which is based on the Bible.

(4) Diamonds on the Crown is Strauss'symphony.

True or false, Miss de Gelmont's "rebuke" of the Grand Duke of Russia has been well known, and the city is full of storms. In any case, it provides an opportunity to discuss Oliana's Over-elegant dress at that dinner. However, although luxury does not depend on wealth, it depends on profligacy (for that reason, those ancient Vassiers who accumulate gold and jade can not afford to be luxurious), profligacy, if backed by wealth, can last for a long time and can do as one pleases. However, since Oliana and Mrs. de Villebalisis have always publicly advocated the insignificance of nobility, they believe that it is ridiculous to remember status and wealth does not bring happiness. Only wisdom, talent and character are of the utmost importance. According to these principles accepted by Oliana from the Marquis, Gufusier's family People can expect her to marry a man who does not belong to the upper class, that is, an actor, a recidivist, a beggar or a non-believer, and that she will eventually become the woman they call a degenerate. Their hope is achievable, because Mrs. Verbalisis is experiencing a social crisis at the moment (none of the extraordinary and outstanding people I met at her house had returned to her at that time), and she is deeply resentful, hated, even when she was abandoned by the upper class society. When she talked about her nephew Prince Gelmont, whom she often visited, she was also cynical about his obsession with his origin. However, when it comes to finding a husband for Oliana, the principles publicly preached by her aunt and niece cease to play a leading role and give way to the mysterious "patron saint of the family". In Gombre Church (where each member of the family lost his personality and name, all called Galmont, whose identity was marked by the crimson * G on the huge black * curtain and the duke's crown above G), the patron saint of the family correctly guided the learned and critical Jesuit. Mrs. Tude Verbarisis, who chose for Oliana the richest and noblest spouse in the world, Prince Lohm, the eldest son of the Duke of Galmont, in St. Germain, is like Mrs. de Verbarisis and Oliana who never talked about property certificates and genealogy, nor literature. Like character, as if the Marquis had been dead for a few days and had been put in a coffin. On the day of her marriage, Mrs. de Villebarisis saw the princes and nobles she had always scorned coming to congratulate her. In order to laugh at them, she also invited several bourgeoisie people close to her. Prince Lom sent them business cards, but the next year she cut the rope off with them. What the Guevasians could not tolerate was that soon after Prince Lom got married, she talked about her social norms of wisdom and talent above all else. By the way, when Saint Lucia and Rachel lived together, had frequent contacts with Rachel's friends, and were intent on marrying Rachel, he maintained a view that, no matter how horrified it was in the family, was partly a lie, but that was the ingredient of a lie compared with the ideas advocated by the Ladies of the Galmonts. It's much lighter. They advocated intelligence over everything, believed that human equality could not be doubted, but eventually married a Duke with huge property, even if they believed in the opposite principle. Saint Lucia acted in accordance with his own theory, but was considered to have gone astray. Of course, from a moral point of view, Rachel is really unsatisfactory. But if she's a duchess, or has millions of property, even if she's not very moral. Mrs. de Marsant may be in favor of the marriage.