I admit I had a totally different impression of Marie Walewska than the woman I found in this book. Where did my preconceived notion come from? A movie, I suspect. The Marie I found here spent a lot of time agonizing about losing her virtue to Napoleon, in the interest of saving her country. Would anyone appreciate the sacrifice she was making, or would she be forever branded as a ruined woman? In a way, this is ironic, considering her first exposure to him, when she foolishly threw herself at his carriage in an attempt to impress him with Poland’s hope that he would deliver them from the Russians.
The emperor’s attention came back to her. “You are very beautiful, Mademoiselle.”
Marie drew in a deep breath. There was no time to correct him, only moments to relay her message. And yet—the speech she had prepared for months flew out of her head. Her moment was slipping away. She swallowed hard, sensing defeat.
Napoleon turned away.
However, in moments he was lifting a small wreath of white winter roses through the window, toward her. “Take it,” he said, his penetrating eyes, deep-set under dark brows and a broad forehead, holding her motionless. “Take it,” he repeated, dropping it into her hands. “I have a dozen more beside me.” He rewarded her with another wide smile before calling to the postilion: “Aller!”
Her humiliation was complete, especially since she was no longer a Mademoiselle, having been obliged to marry a man old enough to be her grandfather. His wealth saved her family from penury, but she was miserable. Napoleon, however, remembered that first meeting and insisted on seeing her again under more intimate circumstances. At first, she was like a frightened rabbit, but everyone kept encouraging her to give in to his amorous advances. She held out for a long time… almost too long! But in the end, she fell under Napoleon’s spell. And he fell under hers, though he was absent way more than he was present and she spent a lot of time waiting. And waiting. And when she was ordered to come to Paris—or wherever he was at the moment—she was hidden away. What a life! Not nearly as glamorous as I expected. A very interesting book, if a little frustrating!