“The Devil In Paris”, Chapter Four

This is the last chapter of this short story. The other three chapters are posted within the last two weeks on this blog if anyone wants to read the story in total.  It will be published this summer, in a slightly longer (and perhaps more erotic version) in a book of my short stories.  I haven’t made up my mind how many, but my editor and good friend, Bill Penrose, is so gracious to advise me on these issues. 

I am hoping to be gone from this blog a little while while I delve into more research and the finishing up of “Tin Hinan”.

Thank you to all the readers of this story and the blog.  It is one of my favorite stories.

Lady Nyo



John Garrett was standing behind Mlle. kneading her temples when Madame Gormosy entered the room.

“Ah!– Oh no! What have you done to Mlle’s hair, John?  All the work and effort of my hairdresser! Ah well, it can’t be helped now.”

Then, with a further appraising glance: “ Would you like me to leave?”

Madame’s voice cut into the silence and Mlle. Luciern jumped from her chair.  She had almost fallen asleep, Garrett’s hands soothing her nerves. But she was young and obeyed orders, her face showing her distress.

“Oh Madame!  Forgive me!  My head was pounding and I thought I would be sick with the headache.  Monsieur Garrett has saved me from my pain.  Please, I beg you, I am very sorry about the hair. ”

Madame cocked her head at Garrett and raised her eyebrows. He just smiled and closed his eyes like an owl.   He did this many times with Madame.  It was his way of signaling he would not answer her questions.  He could be as stubborn as Madame was persistent.

“Well, Mlle.,” she said with a sniff,  “if you are recovered, perhaps we can salvage this morning with a lesson.”  She would put aside her annoyance and continued with Mlle’s instruction, but gave Garrett a withering glance first.

“Perhaps we can start with “The Art of Seduction”.  Do not laugh M. Garrett! Do not dare laugh. These are important lessons I impart to Mlle. Her future happiness rests upon honing what she has been given naturally.  We must polish the apple some more until she can attract the fruitful nibbles. ”

Garrett almost groaned aloud.  Louise was stuck in this apple cart

Madame sat down across from Mlle. who had hurriedly twisted her hair into a chignon.

“Attendez-moi!  Seduction by a man is his act of attaining the affections of a woman, of becoming deeply enamored, and applauding her for her generosity and attention.”

Garrett moved to the window where he could look out at the street below and listen to Madame.  When he heard her definition of seduction, he almost guffawed.  Ah, Madame, he thought.  You meant  to say that the great art of seduction is that of gaining a woman’s affections under pretense of being enamored, when you really despise the woman for her vanity and weakness in playing your game.  But of course, your pigeon will know no better.

Again, whether there was an unseen current between thoughts, or Garrett actually did  laugh at Madame’s words, she whipped her head around to look at him, her mouth tight against her teeth.

“Ah, Mlle.”, Madame continued.  “Seduction is a little game between a man and a woman which leads to great results.  Do not be discouraged by what the moralists think or say.  Seduction is the engine that drives amours.  Amour leads to marriage and then to happiness in the future.”

Mlle. Luciern nodded her head, seeming to attend carefully to what Madame was saying.  She appeared to be a diligent student.

“Now, consider the fan.  A woman can make a great conversation of love with just the flick of a fan. Regardezmoi.

Garrett watched Madame pick up a white silk fan from a little table by her chair and open it, holding it just beneath her eyes. Isolated by the fan’s whiteness, her eyes glittered like diamonds.  Mlle. Luciern’s own eyes widened at the effect.

“When you put the fan’s handle to your lips, you are saying “Kiss me.”  When you twirl the fan in the left hand, you signal: “We are being watched.”  Fan held over the left ear means: “I wish to get rid of you.  Allez!”  Fanning yourself slowly, ever so slowly means, “I am married.”  Fanning quickly, “I am engaged.”  Hiding the eyes behind a fully opened fan, like so, means “I love you.” Now, Mlle., you show me what you have learned from my efforts.”

Mlle. Luciern took the fan from Madame’s hand and did as she was told.  She hesitated on a number of turns, but Garrett thought that was to be expected.

Eh bien! Now, we will extend the lesson.  With the flick of the fan like so—“  Madame started another lesson of the fan, when she noticed large tears collecting in the eyes of Mlle. Luciern. Suddenly Mlle. burst out crying and threw herself dramatically onto the floor, clutching the skirts of Madame Gormosy.

“What in Hell’s name—“.  Madame forgot her manners and looked with surprise at the young woman now sobbing into the fabric of Madame’s dress.

“Oh, Madame ,  I can no longer deceive you!  I am already engaged, though my maman does not know of this.  She suspects something but she would die a thousand deaths if she knew all!”

Madame Gormosy stood up suddenly and moved from the clutches of the young woman as she would at a grabbing beggar.  She looked down, a cold sneer on her face.

“Ah. So, my time and efforts are to be wasted on you? Well, who is he, this great beau of yours?  Is he a groom? Your maman’s steward?  Who, girl, out with it.  Do not defy me!”

Mlle. Luciern stayed on her knees,  face streaming with  tears, hands clasped in supplication before her.

“Madame, my maman did not deceive you.  It was I who deceived you.  My dear maman thought it was over for I steeled my heart and hid my emotions behind my books.  I was determined to give him up, my Etain, but it is too late.  I am expecting a child!”

Madame’s breath sounded like a rasp in her throat,  Her face appeared blackened with rage.

“You little devil! You little whore!  You come here, instill yourself into my tender affections and deceive me? Where is your honor? Where is your breeding?  You are no better than a gutterslut!  You mother will know what you are, why am I wasting words upon you? Out of my house, you whore, you little—“

Madame raised her hand and was about to descend with it across the face of the stricken, pale Mlle. Luciern, but Garrett  crossed the room at the first words of Madame.  He had seen her temper first hand and knew her for what she was.  He grabbed Madame’s hand and held it firmly so she could not strike the young woman on the floor before her.  Madame whirled around, her face distorted with her anger and she hissed like a snake.  At that very moment, she did appear like a viper, with her cold, glittery eyes, and suddenly her tongue snaked out of her mouth, a forked tongue like a snake!  He had seen many tricks of Madame before, but this was a new one.  Later, when he had time to reflect, he realized that it was not a trick, but very much a part of the nature of Madame.  After all, he thought, the serpent figured in the story of Lust, and Madame Gormosy was, after all, the Demon of Lust.

Whether it was because of her passion or because of her tight corset, Mlle. Luciern’s eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted away.  It was a mercy for then Mlle. would not witness what happened next.

John Garrett kept a hard grip upon Madame’s arm, raised up in the air, and Madame continued to hiss at him. He knew devils could use greater or lesser magic against each other, and what next to do Garrett was not clear.  But he knew enough to put distance between them, and dropping her arm, stepped fast behind a sofa.

“You have lost, Louise, she is of no benefit to you now.  Let the girl go with your blessing.  Play the generous Madame and let her return to her mother and her fate.”

“You!”  Madame’s voice came back to her. She no longer hissed like a snake. But Garrett observed there was no cessation in her rage.

“You would stay my arm?  You, who is not even a proper Devil?  The Archduke Abigor only knows what you are, yet you would counter my behavior to this little slut?  Do you know what I can do to you?  I could turn you to cinders right now along with your little friend here.”

“But you won’t dare, Louise, because of what Abigor will do to you.  Do you want to try his humor?  Do you want to find out what Abigor will do to you and all you know?  Is this little woman before you, now senseless, worth the risk that you take?  And, knowing Abigor’s affection for me, you know what fate you will have.  There will be no fire in Hell hot enough to punish you.  Abigor will cook up his own punishment.  Don’t chance it, Louise.  Think about your beloved camel.”

Garrett knew Louise Gormosy on a better day might have thought of her camel, but today she was in an inconsolable rage. She couldn’t stand that Fate had  frustrated all her fun.

It just wasn’t fair.

But Madame Gormosy could not contain her anger, for it was consuming her before Garrett’s eyes.  Her face began to darken, and she began to stamp her foot on the floor.  Within seconds she was jumping up and down, and suddenly she was on fire!  Before Garrett could move, she was nothing more than a cinder herself, and black ash floated down to the floor, to collect in a puddle of soot.

Tant pis, thought Garrett.  She will be back.  She always came back.

A fortnight later…..

Garrett heard gossip  Mlle. Luciern was sent home to her mother with a considerable fortune.  He heard from an impeccable source (another devil) this was to appease the mother but also to allow Mlle and her beloved to start life together.

The money went a long way to sooth Madame Luciern’s passions over the impending bastard, but what could she do?  Etain d’Aubringe did not have a fortune, but he did have an old name, and with the money given by Madame Gormosy, Madame Luciern had her satisfaction.  Her daughter was married, supplied with a fortune and Madame had the prospects of a grandson, even if born on the wrong side of the quilt.


That spring, a strange sight was seen in the fashionable boulevards of Paris.  A woman, heavily veiled, with a golden girdle surrounding her waist and a crescent moon headdress, was seen leaving Paris on a large , snow-white camel.  Behind her walked her household, a collection of dark-skinned little men and women, who left sooty footsteps behind them  on the cobblestones.  Paris had never seen such a parade, and this one passed in utter silence.

Except for the camel.  She complained loudly with groans and spat upon all she could reach.  But those who saw her– the camel, not the veiled rider– would long remember the intelligence that gleamed from those eyes.

The End.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2012

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2 Responses to ““The Devil In Paris”, Chapter Four”

  1. leahJlynn Says:

    This for me is going be a great day off reading , thanks I’am soooo, looking forward to it.


  2. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, leahJlynn. I hope you like the story. I am very particular to it, as it comes (well, the characters do) from my second novel….a mishmash of writing (“Devil’s Revenge”) that someday I will rewrite. It is a very ambitious novel, and one that was really too ambitious for me to write!

    Let me know how you feel about the story line and the characters. I am thinking seriously of publishing this new book with it leading…as in “The Devil In Paris” and Other Short Stories”….

    I hadn’t really considered publishing my short stories, but then in reading Faulkner and some other novelists….who thought poetry TOO HARD, so they fell to novels….LOL!….I realized I had a number of them, (8?) and could put together a book with some rewrite.

    Thank you again for reading and for your interest in “The Devil in Paris”. I notice by my WordPress.com stats (that lovely little world map) that I have readers of this story in France and Europe…and that makes me happy!

    Lady Nyo


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