she suffered endlessly.
feeling herself born for every delicacy and luxury
she suffered from the poorness of her house from its mean walls worn chairs and ugly curtain
all these thing, of which other women of her class would not even have been awear , tormented and insulted her. the sight of the little breton girl who came to do the work in her little house aroused heartbroken regret and hopeless dreams in her mind.
she imagined silent antechambers, heavy with oriental tapestries , lit by torched in lofty bronze socket, with two tall footmen in knee-breeches sleeping in large arm-chairs, overcome by the heavy warmth of the stove.
she imagined vast saloons hung with antique silk exquisite piece of furniture supporting priceless ornaments and small charming perfumed room created just for little parties of intimate friends men who were famous and sough after whose homage roused every other women's envious longing