the two brothers-第68节
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by the following letter; which Joseph wrote to him a moment after
their mother had breathed her last sigh:
Monster! my poor mother has died of the shock your letter caused
her。 Wear mourning; but pretend illness; I will not suffer her
assassin to stand at my side before her coffin。
Joseph B。
The painter; who no longer had the heart to paint; though his bitter
grief sorely needed the mechanical distraction which labor is wont to
give; was surrounded by friends who agreed with one another never to
leave him entirely alone。 Thus it happened that Bixiou; who loved
Joseph as much as a satirist can love any one; was sitting in the
atelier with a group of other friends about two weeks after Agathe's
funeral。 The servant entered with a letter; brought by an old woman;
she said; who was waiting below for the answer。
Monsieur;To you; whom I scarcely dare to call my brother; I am
forced to address myself; if only on account of the name I bear。
Joseph turned the page and read the signature。 The name 〃Comtesse
Flore de Brambourg〃 made him shudder。 He foresaw some new atrocity on
the part of his brother。
〃That brigand;〃 he cried; 〃is the devil's own。 And he calls himself a
man of honor! And he wears a lot of crosses on his breast! And he
struts about at court instead of being bastinadoed! And the scoundrel
is called Monsieur le Comte!〃
〃There are many like him;〃 said Bixiou。
〃After all;〃 said Joseph; 〃the Rabouilleuse deserves her fate;
whatever it is。 She is not worth pitying; she'd have had my neck wrung
like a chicken's without so much as saying; 'He's innocent。'〃
Joseph flung away the letter; but Bixiou caught it in the air; and
read it aloud; as follows:
Is it decent that the Comtesse Bridau de Brambourg should die in a
hospital; no matter what may have been her faults? If such is to
be my fate; if such is your determination and that of monsieur le
comte; so be it; but if so; will you; who are the friend of Doctor
Bianchon; ask him for a permit to let me enter a hospital?
The person who carries this letter has been eleven consecutive
days to the hotel de Brambourg; rue de Clichy; without getting any
help from my husband。 The poverty in which I now am prevents my
employing a lawyer to make a legal demand for what is due to me;
that I may die with decency。 Nothing can save me; I know that。 In
case you are unwilling to see your unhappy sister…in…law; send me;
at least; the money to end my days。 Your brother desires my death;
he has always desired it。 He warned me that he knew three ways of
killing a woman; but I had not the sense to foresee the one he has
employed。
In case you will consent to relieve me; and judge for yourself the
misery in which I now am; I live in the rue du Houssay; at the
corner of the rue Chantereine; on the fifth floor。 If I cannot pay
my rent to…morrow I shall be put outand then; where can I go?
May I call myself;
Your sister…in…law;
Comtesse Flore de Brambourg。
〃What a pit of infamy!〃 cried Joseph; 〃there is something under it
all。〃
〃Let us send for the woman who brought the letter; we may get the
preface of the story;〃 said Bixiou。
The woman presently appeared; looking; as Bixiou observed; like
perambulating rags。 She was; in fact; a mass of old gowns; one on top
of another; fringed with mud on account of the weather; the whole
mounted on two thick legs with heavy feet which were ill…covered by
ragged stockings and shoes from whose cracks the water oozed upon the
floor。 Above the mound of rags rose a head like those that Charlet has
given to his scavenger…women; caparisoned with a filthy bandanna
handkerchief slit in the folds。
〃What is your name?〃 said Joseph; while Bixiou sketched her; leaning
on an umbrella belonging to the year II。 of the Republic。
〃Madame Gruget; at your service。 I've seen better days; my young
gentleman;〃 she said to Bixiou; whose laugh affronted her。 〃If my poor
girl hadn't had the ill…luck to love some one too much; you wouldn't
see me what I am。 She drowned herself in the river; my poor Ida;
saving your presence! I've had the folly to nurse up a quaterne; and
that's why; at seventy…seven years of age; I'm obliged to take care of
sick folks for ten sous a day; and go〃
〃without clothes?〃 said Bixiou。 〃My grandmother nursed up a trey;
but she dressed herself properly。〃
〃Out of my ten sous I have to pay for a lodging〃
〃What's the matter with the lady you are nursing?〃
〃In the first place; she hasn't got any money; and then she has a
disease that scares the doctors。 She owes me for sixty days' nursing;
that's why I keep on nursing her。 The husband; who is a count;she is
really a countess;will no doubt pay me when she is dead; and so I've
lent her all I had。 And now I haven't anything; all I did have has
gone to the pawn…brokers。 She owes me forty…seven francs and twelve
sous; beside thirty francs for the nursing。 She wants to kill herself
with charcoal。 I tell her it ain't right; and; indeed; I've had to get
the concierge to look after her while I'm gone; or she's likely to
jump out of the window。〃
〃But what's the matter with her?〃 said Joseph。
〃Ah! monsieur; the doctor from the Sisters' hospital came; but as to
the disease;〃 said Madame Gruget; assuming a modest air; 〃he told me
she must go to the hospital。 The case is hopeless。〃
〃Let us go and see her;〃 said Bixiou。
〃Here;〃 said Joseph to the woman; 〃take these ten francs。〃
Plunging his hand into the skull and taking out all his remaining
money; the painter called a coach from the rue Mazarin and went to
find Bianchon; who was fortunately at home。 Meantime Bixiou went off
at full speed to the rue de Bussy; after Desroches。 The four friends
reached Flore's retreat in the rue du Houssay an hour later。
〃That Mephistopheles on horseback; named Philippe Bridau;〃 said
Bixiou; as they mounted the staircase; 〃has sailed his boat cleverly
to get rid of his wife。 You know our old friend Lousteau? well;
Philippe paid him a thousand francs a month to keep Madame Bridau in
the society of Florine; Mariette; Tullia; and the Val…Noble。 When
Philippe saw his crab…girl so used to pleasure and dress that she
couldn't do without them; he stopped paying the money; and left her to
get it as she couldit is easy to know how。 By the end of eighteen
months; the brute had forced his wife; stage by stage; lower and
lower; till at last; by the help of a young officer; he gave her a
taste for drinking。 As he went up in the world; his wife went down;
and the countess is now in the mud。 The girl; bred in the country; has
a strong constitution。 I don't know what means Philippe has lately
taken to get rid of her。 I am anxious to study this precious little
drama; for I am determined to avenge Joseph here。 Alas; friends;〃 he
added; in a tone which left his three companions in doubt whether he
was jesting or speaking seriously; 〃give a man over to a vice and
you'll get rid of him。 Didn't Hugo say: 'She loved a ball; and died of
it'? So it is。 My grandmother loved the lottery。 Old Rouget loved a
loose life; and Lolotte killed him。 Madame Bridau; poor woman; loved
Philippe; and perished of it。 Vice! vice! my dear friends; do you want
to know what vice is? It is the Bonneau of death。〃
〃Then you'll die of a joke;〃 said Desroches; laughing。
Above the fourth floor; the young men were forced to climb one of the
steep; straight stairways that are almost ladders; by which the attics
of Parisian houses are often reached。 Though Joseph; who remembered
Flore in all her beauty; expected to see some frightful change; he was
not prepared for the hideous spectacle which now smote his artist's
eye。 In a room with bare; unpapered walls; under the sharp pitch of an
attic roof; on a cot whose scanty mattress was filled; perhaps; with
refuse cotton; a woman lay; green as a body that has been drowned two
days; thin as a consumptive an hour before death。 This putrid skeleton
had a miserable checked handkerchief bound about her head; which had
lost its hair。 The circle round the hollow eyes was red; and the
eyelids were like the pellicle of an egg。 Nothing remained of the
body; once so captivating; but an ignoble; bony structure。 As Flore
caught sight of the visitors; she drew across her breast a bit of
muslin which might have been a fragment of a window…curtain; for it
was edged with rust as from a rod。 The young men saw two chairs; a
broken bureau on which was a tallow…candle stuck into a potato; a few
dishes on the floor; and an earthen fire…pot in a corner of the
chimney; in which there was no fire; this was all the furniture of the
room。 Bixiou noticed the remaining sheets of writing…paper; brought
from some neighboring grocery for the letter which the two women had
doubtless concocted together。 The word 〃