Hortense has long been shrouded in mystery and critical contempt, in part because so little is known about her.
In 1903, he married Hortense Mitchell, the daughter of a Chicago banker.
A certain attenuated memory of the faithless Hortense made him wince even yet.
Josephine engaged a cottage at Aix for herself and Hortense.
Moreover, the young empress, although dejected and grave, was by no means so sorrowful and miserable as Hortense expected.
While Josephine was weeping over her divorce at Malmaison, Hortense was seeking one for herself.
The little box of incense lay at the back of the drawer where Hortense had expected to find it.
