Maurice Marceau reached the gated entrance to the Duc de Roche’s chateau. They were greeted by servants holding torches to help lead the guests to the main entrance.
Marguerite looked so happy as she held his arm. She was enthralled by all the grandeur.
No one recognized Maurice as he was seldom seen in public. They waited in line until their names were asked and written down by a servant before formerly announcing their presence and proceeding inside. Maurice noticed that there were women present and Marguerite at least would not be bored. He caught the eye of his brother-in-law, the Duc d’ Laurenc’s with his mistress while waiting for their names to be announced.
“Le Duc d’ Laurenc and Madame Charlotte,” announced the servant.
“Le Deputé Marchand and Madame Marchand,” announced the servant.
“Le Marquis de Maupaussant and Madame Reneé,” announced the servant.
“Monsieur Maurice Marceau and Madame Marguerite,” announced the servant.
The entire room fell into a hushed silence upon hearing the name. Maurice and Marguerite were greeted by an entire line of co-hosts and immediately caught the attention of all present. His name was famous yet his face was seldom seen in public. His handsome face and physique stunned all in attendance. So very few of the wealthy in France held such money and good looks in combination and with such magnetism. Maurice carried himself well and beheld those in attendance in absolute awe. He was a fine one. And to the few who knew him, Maurice was never known to bring a woman with him to the few social events he chose to attend as he always arrived alone. This was a first in many many years.