modeste mignon-第33节
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〃A girl worth six millions;〃 he thought to himself; 〃and my eyes were
not able to see that gold shining in the darkness! With such a fortune
I could be peer of France; count; marquis; ambassador。 I've replied to
middle…class women and silly women; and crafty creatures who wanted
autographs; I've tired myself to death with masked…ball intrigues;at
the very moment when God was sending me a soul of price; an angel with
golden wings! Bah! I'll make a poem on it; and perhaps the chance will
come again。 Heavens! the luck of that little La Briere;strutting
about in my lustreplagiarism! I'm the cast and he's to be the
statue; is he? It is the old fable of Bertrand and Raton。 Six
millions; a beauty; a Mignon de La Bastie; an aristocratic divinity
loving poetry and the poet! And I; who showed my muscle as man of the
world; who did those Alcide exercises to silence by moral force the
champion of physical force; that old soldier with a heart; that friend
of this very young girl; whom he'll now go and tell that I have a
heart of iron!I; to play Napoleon when I ought to have been
seraphic! Good heavens! True; I shall have my friend。 Friendship is a
beautiful thing。 I have kept him; but at what a price! Six millions;
that's the cost of it; we can't have many friends if we pay all that
for them。〃
La Briere entered the room as Canalis reached this point in his
meditations。 He was gloom personified。
〃Well; what's the matter?〃 said Canalis。
〃The father exacts that his daughter shall choose between the two
Canalis〃
〃Poor boy!〃 cried the poet; laughing; 〃he's a clever fellow; that
father。〃
〃I have pledged my honor that I will take you to Havre;〃 said La
Briere; piteously。
〃My dear fellow;〃 said Canalis; 〃if it is a question of your honor you
may count on me。 I'll ask for leave of absence for a month。〃
〃Modeste is so beautiful!〃 exclaimed La Briere; in a despairing tone。
〃You will crush me out of sight。 I wondered all along that fate should
be so kind to me; I knew it was all a mistake。〃
〃Bah! we will see about that;〃 said Canalis with inhuman gaiety。
That evening; after dinner; Charles Mignon and Dumay; were flying; by
virtue of three francs to each postilion; from Paris to Havre。 The
father had eased the watch…dog's mind as to Modeste and her love
affairs; the guard was relieved; and Butscha's innocence established。
〃It is all for the best; my old Dumay;〃 said the count; who had been
making certain inquiries of Mongenod respecting Canalis and La Briere。
〃We are going to have two actors for one part!〃 he cried gaily。
Nevertheless; he requested his old comrade to be absolutely silent
about the comedy which was now to be played at the Chalet;a comedy
it might be; but also a gentle punishment; or; if you prefer it; a
lesson given by the father to the daughter。
The two friends kept up a long conversation all the way from Paris to
Havre; which put the colonel in possession of the facts relating to
his family during the past four years; and informing Dumay that
Desplein; the great surgeon; was coming to Havre at the end of the
present month to examine the cataract on Madame Mignon's eyes; and
decide if it were possible to restore her sight。
A few moments before the breakfast…hour at the Chalet; the clacking of
a postilion's whip apprised the family that the two soldiers were
arriving; only a father's joy at returning after long absence could be
heralded with such clatter; and it brought all the women to the garden
gate。 There is many a father and many a childperhaps more fathers
than childrenwho will understand the delights of such an arrival;
and that happy fact shows that literature has no need to depict it。
Perhaps all gentle and tender emotions are beyond the range of
literature。
Not a word that could trouble the peace of the family was uttered on
this joyful day。 Truce was tacitly established between father; mother;
and child as to the so…called mysterious love which had paled
Modeste's cheeks;for this was the first day she had left her bed
since Dumay's departure for Paris。 The colonel; with the charming
delicacy of a true soldier; never left his wife's side nor released
her hand; but he watched Modeste with delight; and was never weary of
noting her refined; elegant; and poetic beauty。 Is it not by such
seeming trifles that we recognize a man of feeling? Modeste; who
feared to interrupt the subdued joy of the husband and wife kept at a
little distance; coming from time to time to kiss her father's
forehead; and when she kissed it overmuch she seemed to mean that she
was kissing it for two;for Bettina and herself。
〃Oh; my darling; I understand you;〃 said the colonel; pressing her
hand as she assailed him with kisses。
〃Hush!〃 whispered the young girl; glancing at her mother。
Dumay's rather sly and pregnant silence made Modeste somewhat uneasy
as to the upshot of his journey to Paris。 She looked at him furtively
every now and then; without being able to get beneath his epidermis。
The colonel; like a prudent father; wanted to study the character of
his only daughter; and above all consult his wife; before entering on
a conference upon which the happiness of the whole family depended。
〃To…morrow; my precious child;〃 he said as they parted for the night;
〃get up early; and we will go and take a walk on the seashore。 We have
to talk about your poems; Mademoiselle de La Bastie。〃
His last words; accompanied by a smile; which reappeared like an echo
on Dumay's lips; were all that gave Modeste any clew to what was
coming; but it was enough to calm her uneasiness and keep her awake
far into the night with her head full of suppositions; this; however;
did not prevent her from being dressed and ready in the morning long
before the colonel。
〃You know all; my kind papa?〃 she said as soon as they were on the
road to the beach。
〃I know all; and a good deal more than you do;〃 he replied。
After that remark father and daughter went some little way in silence。
〃Explain to me; my child; how it happens that a girl whom her mother
idolizes could have taken such an important step as to write to a
stranger without consulting her。〃
〃Oh; papa! because mamma would never have allowed it。〃
〃And do you think; my daughter; that that was proper? Though you have
been educating your mind in this fatal way; how is it that your good
sense and your intellect did not; in default of modesty; step in and
show you that by acting as you did you were throwing yourself at a
man's head。 To think that my daughter; my only remaining child; should
lack pride and delicacy! Oh; Modeste; you made your father pass two
hours in hell when he heard of it; for; after all; your conduct has
been the same as Bettina's without the excuse of a heart's seduction;
you were a coquette in cold blood; and that sort of coquetry is head…
love; the worst vice of French women。〃
〃I; without pride!〃 said Modeste; weeping; 〃but HE has not yet seen
me。〃
〃HE knows your name。〃
〃I did not tell it to him till my eyes had vindicated the
correspondence; lasting three months; during which our souls had
spoken to each other。〃
〃Oh; my dear misguided angel; you have mixed up a species of reason
with a folly that has compromised your own happiness and that of your
family。〃
〃But; after all; papa; happiness is the absolution of my temerity;〃
she said; pouting。
〃Oh! your conduct is temerity; is it?〃
〃A temerity that my mother practised before me;〃 she retorted quickly。
〃Rebellious child! your mother after seeing me at a ball told her
father; who adored her; that she thought she could be happy with me。
Be honest; Modeste; is there any likeness between a love hastily
conceived; I admit; but under the eyes of a father; and your mad
action of writing to a stranger?〃
〃A stranger; papa? say rather one of our greatest poets; whose
character and whose life are exposed to the strongest light of day; to
detraction; to calumny;a man robed in fame; and to whom; my dear
father; I was a mere literary and dramatic personage; one of
Shakespeare's women; until the moment when I wished to know if the man
himself were as beautiful as his soul。〃
〃Good God! my poor child; you are turning marriage into poetry。 But
if; from time immemorial; girls have been cloistered in the bosom of
their families; if God; if social laws put them under the stern yoke
of parental sanction; it is; mark my words; to spare them the
misfortunes that this very poetry which charms and dazzles you; and
which you are therefore unable to judge of; would entail upon them。
Poetry is indeed one of the pleasures of life; but it is not life
itself。〃
〃Papa; that is a suit still pending before the Court of Facts; the
struggle is forever going on between our hearts and the claims of
family。〃
〃Alas for the child that finds her