Marianne and the Privateer

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It was the evening of the first of July and an unending line of carriages stretched all down the rue Mont Blanc and overflowed into the adjoining streets, invading even the courtyard of the big private houses whose double gates had been thrown open to provide more room and to relieve the pressure a little. It was clear, early as it was, that the ball being given by the Austrian ambassador, Prince Schwarzenburg, was a success. The Emperor himself was to be present and, what was more to the point, so was the Empress, in whose honour the party was being held, so that the twelve hundred guests felt themselves highly privileged persons while a good two or three thousand of the uninvited sat at home brooding on this unfeeling neglect.

One after another, at foot-pace, the carriages turned into the short avenue of poplars leading to the colonnaded entrance to the embassy, lit up for the occasion by great cressets of antique design flaring cheerfully in the darkness. The house, which had once belonged to Madame de Montesson, the morganatic wife of the Duc d'Orléans, was not over large and could not compare for splendour with its opulent neighbour, the Russian embassy, housed by Napoleon in the luxurious Hôtel Thélusson which he had purchased from Murat at the cost of a million francs and the Elysée Palace, but it was exquisitely decorated and possessed extensive grounds in which there was even a miniature farm, as well as a Temple of Apollo.

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