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Once, and only once,\r\nhad a dim suspicion passed through Pierre's mind, that Mrs. Tartan was a\r\nlady thimble-rigger, and slyly rolled the pea.\r\n\r\nIn their less mature acquaintance, he was breakfasting with Lucy and\r\nher mother in the city, and the first cup of coffee had been poured out\r\nby Mrs. Tartan, when she declared she smelt matches burning somewhere in\r\nthe house, and she must see them extinguished. So banning all pursuit,\r\nshe rose to seek for the burning matches, leaving the pair alone to\r\ninterchange the civilities of the coffee; and finally sent word to them,\r\nfrom above stairs, that the matches, or something else, had given her a\r\nheadache, and begged Lucy to send her up some toast and tea, for she\r\nwould breakfast in her own chamber that morning.\r\n\r\nUpon this, Pierre looked from Lucy to his boots, and as he lifted his\r\neyes again, saw Anacreon on the sofa on one side of him, and Moore's\r\nMelodies on the other, and some honey on the table, and a bit of white\r\nsatin on the floor, and a sort of bride's veil on the chandelier.\r\n\r\nNever mind though--thought Pierre, fixing his gaze on Lucy--I'm entirely\r\nwilling to be caught, when the bait is set in Paradise, and the bait is\r\nsuch an angel. Again he glanced at Lucy, and saw a look of infinite\r\nsubdued vexation, and some unwonted pallor on her cheek. Then willingly\r\nhe would have kissed the delicious bait, that so gently hated to be\r\ntasted in the trap. But glancing round again, and seeing that the music,\r\nwhich Mrs. Tartan, under the pretense of putting in order, had been\r\nadjusting upon the piano; seeing that this music was now in a vertical\r\npile against the wall, with--\"_Love was once a little boy_,\" for the\r\noutermost and only visible sheet; and thinking this to be a remarkable\r\ncoincidence under the circumstances; Pierre could not refrain from a\r\nhumorous smile, though it was a very gentle one, and immediately\r\nrepented of, especially as Lucy seeing and interpreting it, immediately\r\narose, with an unaccountable, indignant, angelical, adorable, and\r\nall-persuasive \"Mr. Glendinning?\" utterly confounded in him the\r\nslightest germ of suspicion as to Lucy's collusion in her mother's\r\nimagined artifices.\r\n\r\nIndeed, Mrs. Tartan's having any thing whatever to do, or hint, or\r\nfinesse in this matter of the loves of Pierre and Lucy, was nothing less\r\nthan immensely gratuitous and sacrilegious. Would Mrs. Tartan doctor\r\nlilies when they blow? Would Mrs. Tartan set about match-making between\r\nthe steel and magnet? Preposterous Mrs. Tartan! But this whole world is\r\na preposterous one, with many preposterous people in it; chief among\r\nwhom was Mrs. Tartan, match-maker to the nation.\r\n\r\nThis conduct of Mrs. Tartan, was the more absurd, seeing that she could\r\nnot but know that Mrs. Glendinning desired the thing. And was not Lucy\r\nwealthy?--going to be, that is, very wealthy when her mother died;--(sad\r\nthought that for Mrs. Tartan)--and was not her husband's family of the\r\nbest; and had not Lucy's father been a bosom friend of Pierre's father?\r\nAnd though Lucy might be matched to some one man, where among women was\r\nthe match for Lucy? Exceedingly preposterous Mrs. Tartan! But when a\r\nlady like Mrs. Tartan has nothing positive and useful to do, then she\r\nwill do just such preposterous things as Mrs. Tartan did.\r\n\r\nWell, time went on; and Pierre loved Lucy, and Lucy, Pierre; till at\r\nlast the two young naval gentlemen, her brothers, happened to arrive in\r\nMrs. Tartan's drawing-room, from their first cruise--a three years' one\r\nup the Mediterranean. They rather stared at Pierre, finding him on the\r\nsofa, and Lucy not very remote.\r\n\r\n\"Pray, be seated, gentlemen,\" said Pierre. \"Plenty of room.\"\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 5"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AKJA92KSTE99H9XZH97QX","peer_type":"subsection","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AMZ1XJQTK68J91W79WTP8","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AMZ1TQJMCW9DPN6S810NR","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:54.333Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:02.692Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}