modeste mignon-第54节
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eight days;〃 retorted Butscha; 〃and HE has got a heart。〃
〃Can he compete; pray; with an office under the Crown? There are but
six; grand almoner; chancellor; grand chamberlain; grand master; high
constable; grand admiral;but they don't appoint high constables any
longer。〃
〃In six months; mademoiselle; the masseswho are made up of wicked
Butschascould send all those grand dignities to the winds。 Besides;
what signifies nobility in these days? There are not a thousand real
noblemen in France。 The d'Herouvilles are descended from a tipstaff in
the time of Robert of Normandy。 You will have to put up with many a
vexation from the old aunt with the furrowed face。 Look here;as you
are so anxious for the title of duchess;you belong to the Comtat;
and the Pope will certainly think as much of you as he does of all
those merchants down there; he'll sell you a duchy with some name
ending in 'ia' or 'agno。' Don't play away your happiness for an office
under the Crown。〃
CHAPTER XXV
A DIPLOMATIC LETTER
The poet's reflections during the night were thoroughly matter…of
fact。 He sincerely saw nothing worse in life than the situation of a
married man without money。 Still trembling at the danger he had been
led into by his vanity; his desire to get the better of the duke; and
his belief in the Mignon millions; he began to ask himself what the
duchess must be thinking of his stay in Havre; aggravated by the fact
that he had not written to her for fourteen days; whereas in Paris
they exchanged four or five letters a week。
〃And that poor woman is working hard to get me appointed commander of
the Legion and ambassador to the Court of Baden!〃 he cried。
Thereupon; with that promptitude of decision which resultsin poets
as well as in speculatorsfrom a lively intuition of the future; he
sat down and composed the following letter:
To Madame la Duchesse de Chaulieu:
My dear Eleonore;You have doubtless been surprised at not
hearing from me; but the stay I am making in this place is not
altogether on account of my health。 I have been trying to do a
good turn to our little friend La Briere。 The poor fellow has
fallen in love with a certain Mademoiselle Modeste de La Bastie; a
rather pale; insignificant; and thread…papery little thing; who;
by the way; has the vice of liking literature; and calls herself a
poet to excuse the caprices and humors of a rather sullen nature。
You know Ernest;he is so easy to catch that I have been afraid
to leave him to himself。 Mademoiselle de La Bastie was inclined to
coquet with your Melchior; and was only too ready to become your
rival; though her arms are thin; and she has no more bust than
most girls; moreover; her hair is as dead and colorless as that of
Madame de Rochefide; and her eyes small; gray; and very
suspicious。 I put a stopperhaps rather brutallyto the
attentions of Mademoiselle Immodeste; but love; such as mine for
you; demanded it。 What care I for all the women on earth;
compared to you; what are they?
The people with whom I pass my time; and who form the circle round
the heiress; are so thoroughly bourgeois that they almost turn my
stomach。 Pity me; imagine! I pass my evenings with notaries;
notaresses; cashiers; provincial money…lendersah! what a change
from my evenings in the rue de Grenelle。 The alleged fortune of
the father; lately returned from China; has brought to Havre that
indefatigable suitor; the grand equerry; hungry after the
millions; which he wants; they say; to drain his marshes。 The king
does not know what a fatal present he made the duke in those waste
lands。 His Grace; who has not yet found out that the lady had only
a small fortune; is jealous of ME; for La Briere is quietly making
progress with his idol under cover of his friend; who serves as a
blind。
Notwithstanding Ernest's romantic ecstasies; I myself; a poet;
think chiefly of the essential thing; and I have been making some
inquiries which darken the prospects of our friend。 If my angel
would like absolution for some of our little sins; she will try to
find out the facts of the case by sending for Mongenod; the
banker; and questioning him; with the dexterity that characterizes
her; as to the father's fortune? Monsieur Mignon; formerly colonel
of cavalry in the Imperial guard; has been for the last seven
years a correspondent of the Mongenods。 It is said that he gives
his daughter a 〃dot〃 of two hundred thousand francs; and before I
make the offer on Ernest's behalf I am anxious to get the rights
of the story。 As soon as the affair is arranged I shall return to
Paris。 I know a way to settle everything to the advantage of our
young lover;simply by the transmission of the father…in…law's
title; and no one; I think; can more readily obtain that favor
than Ernest; both on account of his own services and the influence
which you and I and the duke can exert for him。 With his tastes;
Ernest; who of course will step into my office when I go to Baden;
will be perfectly happy in Paris with twenty…five thousand francs
a year; a permanent place; and a wifeluckless fellow!
Ah; dearest; how I long for the rue de Grenelle! Fifteen days of
absence! when they do not kill love; they revive all the ardor of
its earlier days; and you know; better than I; perhaps; the
reasons that make my love eternal;my bones will love thee in the
grave! Ah! I cannot bear this separation。 If I am forced to stay
here another ten days; I shall make a flying visit of a few hours
to Paris。
Has the duke obtained for me the thing we wanted; and shall you;
my dearest life; be ordered to drink the Baden waters next year?
The billing and cooing of the 〃handsome disconsolate;〃 compared
with the accents of our happy loveso true and changeless for now
ten years!have given me a great contempt for marriage。 I had
never seen the thing so near。 Ah; dearest! what the world calls a
〃false step〃 brings two beings nearer together than the lawdoes
it not?
The concluding idea served as a text for two pages of reminiscences
and aspirations a little too confidential for publication。
The evening before the day on which Canalis put the above epistle into
the post; Butscha; under the name of Jean Jacmin; had received a
letter from his fictitious cousin; Philoxene; and had mailed his
answer; which thus preceded the letter of the poet by about twelve
hours。 Terribly anxious for the last two weeks; and wounded by
Melchior's silence; the duchess herself dictated Philoxene's letter to
her cousin; and the moment she had read the answer; rather too
explicit for her quinquagenary vanity; she sent for the banker and
made close inquiries as to the exact fortune of Monsieur Mignon。
Finding herself betrayed and abandoned for the millions; Eleonore gave
way to a paroxysm of anger; hatred; and cold vindictiveness。 Philoxene
knocked at the door of the sumptuous room; and entering found her
mistress with her eyes full of tears;so unprecedented a phenomenon
in the fifteen years she had waited upon her that the woman stopped
short stupefied。
〃We expiate the happiness of ten years in ten minutes;〃 she heard the
duchess say。
〃A letter from Havre; madame。〃
Eleonore read the poet's prose without noticing the presence of
Philoxene; whose amazement became still greater when she saw the dawn
of fresh serenity on the duchess's face as she read further and
further into the letter。 Hold out a pole no thicker than a walking…
stick to a drowning man; and he will think it a high…road of safety。
The happy Eleonore believed in Canalis's good faith when she had read
through the four pages in which love and business; falsehood and
truth; jostled each other。 She who; a few moments earlier; had sent
for her husband to prevent Melchior's appointment while there was
still time; was now seized with a spirit of generosity that amounted
almost to the sublime。
〃Poor fellow!〃 she thought; 〃he has not had one faithless thought; he
loves me as he did on the first day; he tells me allPhiloxene!〃 she
cried; noticing her maid; who was standing near and pretending to
arrange the toilet…table。
〃Madame la duchesse?〃
〃A mirror; child!〃
Eleonore looked at herself; saw the fine razor…like lines traced on
her brow; which disappeared at a little distance; she sighed; and in
that sigh she felt she bade adieu to love。 A brave thought came into
her mind; a manly thought; outside of all the pettiness of women;a
thought which intoxicates for a moment; and which explains; perhaps;
the clemency of the Semiramis of Russia when she married her young and
beautiful rival to Momonoff。
〃Since he has not been faithless; he shall have the girl and her
millions;〃 she thought;〃provided Mademoiselle Mignon is as ugly as
he says sh