modeste mignon-第48节
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eyes; and alluring her with a glimpse of court fascinations; to which
she could be introduced by marriage。 Glances were exchanged between
the duke and the two demoiselles d'Herouville; which plainly said;
〃The heiress is ours!〃 and the poet; who detected them; and who had
nothing but his personal splendors to depend on; determined all the
more firmly to obtain some pledge of affection at once。 Modeste; on
the other hand; half…frightened at being thus pushed beyond her
intentions by the d'Herouvilles; walked rather markedly apart with
Melchior; when the company adjourned to the park after dinner。 With
the pardonable curiosity of a young girl; she let him suspect the
calumnies which Helene had poured into her ears; but on Canalis's
exclamation of anger; she begged him to keep silence about them; which
he promised。
〃These stabs of the tongue;〃 he said; 〃are considered fair in the
great world。 They shock your upright nature; but as for me; I laugh at
them; I am even pleased。 These ladies must feel that the duke's
interests are in great peril; when they have recourse to such
warfare。〃
Making the most of the advantage Modeste had thus given him; Canalis
entered upon his defence with such warmth; such eagerness; and with a
passion so exquisitely expressed; as he thanked her for a confidence
in which he could venture to see the dawn of love; that she found
herself suddenly as much compromised with the poet as she feared to be
with the grand equerry。 Canalis; feeling the necessity of prompt
action; declared himself plainly。 He uttered vows and protestations in
which his poetry shone like a moon; invoked for the occasion; and
illuminating his allusions to the beauty of his mistress and the
charms of her evening dress。 This counterfeit enthusiasm; in which the
night; the foliage; the heavens and the earth; and Nature herself
played a part; carried the eager lover beyond all bounds; for he dwelt
on his disinterestedness; and revamped in his own charming style;
Diderot's famous apostrophe to 〃Sophie and fifteen hundred francs!〃
and the well…worn 〃love in a cottage〃 of every lover who knows
perfectly well the length of the father…in…law's purse。
〃Monsieur;〃 said Modeste; after listening with delight to the melody
of this concerto; 〃the freedom granted to me by my parents has allowed
me to listen to you; but it is to them that you must address
yourself。〃
〃But;〃 exclaimed Canalis; 〃tell me that if I obtain their consent; you
will ask nothing better than to obey them。〃
〃I know beforehand;〃 she replied; 〃that my father has certain fancies
which may wound the proper pride of an old family like yours。 He
wishes to have his own title and name borne by his grandsons。〃
〃Ah! dear Modeste; what sacrifices would I not make to commit my life
to the guardian care of an angel like you。〃
〃You will permit me not to decide in a moment the fate of my whole
life;〃 she said; turning to rejoin the demoiselles d'Herouville。
Those noble ladies were just then engaged in flattering the vanity of
little Latournelle; intending to win him over to their interests。
Mademoiselle d'Herouville; to whom we shall in future confine the
family name; to distinguish her from her niece Helene; was giving the
notary to understand that the post of judge of the Supreme Court in
Havre; which Charles X。 would bestow as she desired; was an office
worthy of his legal talent and his well…known probity。 Butscha;
meanwhile; who had been walking about with La Briere; was greatly
alarmed at the progress Canalis was evidently making; and he waylaid
Modeste at the lower step of the portico when the whole party returned
to the house to endure the torments of their inevitable whist。
〃Mademoiselle;〃 he said; in a low whisper; 〃I do hope you don't call
him Melchior。〃
〃I'm very near it; my Black Dwarf;〃 she said; with a smile that might
have made an angel swear。
〃Good God!〃 exclaimed Butscha; letting fall his hands; which struck
the marble steps。
〃Well! and isn't he worth more than that spiteful and gloomy secretary
in whom you take such an interest?〃 she retorted; assuming; at the
mere thought of Ernest; the haughty manner whose secret belongs
exclusively to young girls;as if their virginity lent them wings to
fly to heaven。 〃Pray; would your little La Briere accept me without a
fortune?〃 she said; after a pause。
〃Ask your father;〃 replied Butscha; who walked a few steps from the
house; to get Modeste at a safe distance from the windows。 〃Listen to
me; mademoiselle。 You know that he who speaks to you is ready to give
not only his life but his honor for you; at any moment; and at all
times。 Therefore you may believe in him; you can confide to him that
which you may not; perhaps; be willing to say to your father。 Tell me;
has that sublime Canalis been making you the disinterested offer that
you now fling as a reproach at poor Ernest?〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Do you believe it?〃
〃That question; my manikin;〃 she replied; giving him one of the ten or
a dozen nicknames she had invented for him; 〃strikes me as
undervaluing the strength of my self…love。〃
〃Ah; you are laughing; my dear Mademoiselle Modeste; then there's no
danger: I hope you are only making a fool of him。〃
〃Pray what would you think of me; Monsieur Butscha; if I allowed
myself to make fun of those who do me the honor to wish to marry me?
You ought to know; master Jean; that even if a girl affects to despise
the most despicable attentions; she is flattered by them。〃
〃Then I flatter you?〃 said the young man; looking up at her with a
face that was illuminated like a city for a festival。
〃You?〃 she said; 〃you give me the most precious of all friendships;a
feeling as disinterested as that of a mother for her child。 Compare
yourself to no one; for even my father is obliged to be devoted to
me。〃 She paused。 〃I cannot say that I love you; in the sense which men
give to that word; but what I do give you is eternal and can know no
change。〃
〃Then;〃 said Butscha; stooping to pick up a pebble that he might kiss
the hem of her garment; 〃suffer me to watch over you as a dragon
guards a treasure。 The poet was covering you just now with the lace…
work of his precious phrases; the tinsel of his promises; he chanted
his love on the best strings of his lyre; I know he did。 If; as soon
as this noble lover finds out how small your fortune is; he makes a
sudden change in his behavior; and is cold and embarrassed; will you
still marry him? shall you still esteem him?〃
〃He would be another Francisque Althor;〃 she said; with a gesture of
bitter disgust。
〃Let me have the pleasure of producing that change of scene;〃 said
Butscha。 〃Not only shall it be sudden; but I believe I can change it
back and make your poet as loving as before;nay; it is possible to
make him blow alternately hot and cold upon your heart; just as
gracefully as he has talked on both sides of an argument in one
evening without ever finding it out。〃
〃If you are right;〃 she said; 〃who can be trusted?〃
〃One who truly loves you。〃
〃The little duke?〃
Butscha looked at Modeste。 The pair walked some distance in silence;
the girl was impenetrable and not an eyelash quivered。
〃Mademoiselle; permit me to be the exponent of the thoughts that are
lying at the bottom of your heart like sea…mosses under the waves; and
which you do not choose to gather up。〃
〃Eh!〃 said Modeste; 〃so my intimate friend and counsellor thinks
himself a mirror; does he?〃
〃No; an echo;〃 he answered; with a gesture of sublime humility。 〃The
duke loves you; but he loves you too much。 If I; a dwarf; have
understood the infinite delicacy of your heart; it would be repugnant
to you to be worshipped like a saint in her shrine。 You are eminently
a woman; you neither want a man perpetually at your feet of whom you
are eternally sure; nor a selfish egoist like Canalis; who will always
prefer himself to you。 Why? ah; that I don't know。 But I will make
myself a woman; an old woman; and find out the meaning of the plan
which I have read in your eyes; and which perhaps is in the heart of
every girl。 Nevertheless; in your great soul you feel the need of
worshipping。 When a man is at your knees; you cannot put yourself at
his。 You can't advance in that way; as Voltaire might say。 The little
duke has too many genuflections in his moral being and the poet has
too few;indeed; I might say; none at all。 Ha; I have guessed the
mischief in your smiles when you talk to the grand equerry; and when
he talks to you and you answer him。 You would never be unhappy with
the duke; and everybody will approve your choice; if you do choose
him; but you will never love him。 The ice of egotism; and the burning
heat of ecstasy both produce indifference in the heart of every woman。
It is evident to my mind that no such perpetual worship will give you
the infinite