She perfectly represented the idea conveyed by the word /mignonne/,for she was one of those pliant little women who allow themselves to be taken up,petted,set down,and taken up again like a kitten.Her small feet,as I heard them on the gravel,made a light sound essentially their own,that harmonized with the rustle of her dress,producing a feminine music which stamped itself on the heart,and remained distinct from the footfall of a thousand other women.Her gait bore all the quarterings of her race with so much pride,that,in the street,the least respectful working man would have made way for her.Gay and tender,haughty and imposing,it was impossible to understand her,excepting as gifted with these apparently incompatible qualities,which,nevertheless,had left her still a child.But it was a child who might be as strong as an angel;and,like the angel,once hurt in her nature,she would be implacable.
"Coldness on that face must no doubt be death to those on whom her eyes had smiled,for whom her set lips had parted,for those whose soul had drunk in the melody of that voice,lending to her words the poetry of song by its peculiar intonation.Inhaling the perfume of violets that accompanied her,I understood how the memory of this wife had arrested the Count on the threshold of debauchery,and how impossible it would be ever to forget a creature who really was a flower to the touch,a flower to the eye,a flower of fragrance,a heavenly flower to the soul.Honorine inspired devotion,chivalrous devotion,regardless of reward.A man on seeing her must say to himself:
"'Think,and I will divine your thought;speak,and I will obey.If my life,sacrificed in torments,can procure you one day's happiness,take my life,I will smile like a martyr at the stake,for I shall offer that day to God,as a token to which a father responds on recognizing a gift to his child.'Many women study their expression,and succeed in producing effects similar to those which would have struck you at first sight of the Countess;only,in her,it was all the outcome of a delightful nature,that inimitable nature went at once to the heart.If I tell you all this,it is because her soul,her thoughts,the exquisiteness of her heart,are all we are concerned with,and you would have blamed me if I had not sketched them for you.