whom she wrote a letter, calling afterwards at her
house. Her name was not rightly reported by the
peasant woman who opened the door, and Margaret,
waiting for admittance, heard at first the discouraging
words, “Madame says she docs not know you." She
stopped to send a message regarding the letter she had
written, and as she spoke, Madame Sand opened the
door and stood looking at Her for a moment.
“Our eyes met. I shall never forget her look at that moment. The doorway made a frame for her figure. She is large, but well formed. She was dressed in a robe of dark violet silk, with a black mantle on her shoulders, her beautiful hair dressed with the greatest taste, her whole appearance and attitude, in its simple, and lady-like dignity, presenting an almost ludicrous contrast to the vulgar caricature idea of George Sand. Her face is very little like the portraits, but much finer. The upper part of the forehead and eyes are beautiful, the lower strong and masculine, expressive of a hardy temperament and strong passions, but not in the least coarse, the complexion olive, and the air of the whole head Spanish." This striking apparition was further commended in Margaret's eyes by "the expression of goodness, nobleness, and power" that characterised the countenance of the great French-woman.
Madame Sand said, “C'est vous," and offered her hand to Margaret, who, taking it, answered, "Il me fait du bien de vous voir" ("It does me good to see you"). They went into the study. Madame Sand spoke of Margaret's letter as charmante, and the two ladies then talked on for hours, as # they had always known each other, Madame Sand had at that moment a work in the press, and was hurried
