autobiography of a pocket-handkerchief-第12节

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and　learning　that　I　should　probably　be　ready　for　sale　that　very　morning；
under　the　pretence　of　hiring　the　apartment；　she　was　shown　into　my
important　presence。　A　brief　apology　explained　all；　and　Adrienne　civilly
showed　her　little　rooms。

〃When　does　your　lease　end；　mademoiselle？〃　demanded　Desiree；
carelessly。

〃Next　week；　madame。　I　intend　to　remove　to　the　country　with　my
grandmother　the　beginning　of　the　week。〃

〃You　will　do　very　right；　no　one　that　has　the　means　should　stay　in　Paris
after　June。　Dieu！　What　a　beautiful　handkerchief！　Surelysurelythis　is
not　your　work；　mademoiselle？〃

Adrienne　simply　answered　in　the　affirmative；　and　then　the
commissionaire's　admiration　was　redoubled。　Glancing　her　eye　round　the
room；　as　if　to　ascertain　the　probabilities；　the　woman　inquired　if　the
handkerchief　was　ordered。　Adrienne　blushed；　but　shaking　off　the
transient　feeling　of　shame；　she　stated　that　it　was　for　sale。

〃I　know　a　lady　who　would　buy　thisa　marchande　de　mode；　a　friend　of
mine；　who　gives　the　highest　prices　that　are　ever　paid　for　such　articles
for　to　tell　you　the　truth　certain　Russian　princesses　employ　her　in　all　these
little　matters。　Have　you　thought　of　your　price；　mademoiselle？〃

Adrienne's　bloom　had　actually　returned；　with　this　unexpected　gleam　of
hope；　for　the　affair　of　disposing　of　me　had　always　appeared　awful　in　her
imagination。　She　owned　the　truth　frankly；　and　said　that　she　had　not
made　herself　acquainted　with　the　prices　of　such　things；　except　as　she
had　understood　what　affluent　ladies　paid　for　them。

〃Ah！　that　is　a　different　matter；〃　said　Desiree；　coldly。　〃These　ladies　pay
far　more　than　a　thing　is　worth。　Now　you　paid　ten　francs　for　the
handkerchief　itself。〃

〃Twenty…eight；〃　answered　Adrienne；　trembling。

〃Twenty…eight！　mademoiselle；　they　deceived　you　shamefully。　Ten　would
have　been　dear　in　the　present　absence　of　strangers　from　Paris。　No；　call
THAT　ten。　This　lace　would　probably　bring　a　napoleonyes；　I　think　it
might　bring　a　napoleon。〃

Adrienne's　heart　sunk　within　her。　She　had　supposed　it　to　be　worth　at
least　five　times　as　much。

〃That　makes　thirty　francs；〃　continued　Desiree　coldly；　〃and　now　for　the
work。　You　must　have　been　a　fortnight　doing　all　this　pretty　work。〃

〃Two　months；　madame；〃　said　Adrienne；　faintly。

〃Two　months！　Ah！　you　are　not　accustomed　to　this　sort　of　work　and　are
not　adroit；　perhaps。〃

〃I　worked　only　in　the　mornings　and　late　at　night；　but　still　think　I　worked
full　hours。〃

〃Yes；　you　worked　when　sleepy。　Call　it　a　month；　then。　Thirty　days　at　ten
sous　a　day　make　fifteen　francs。　Ten　for　the　handkerchief；　twenty　for　the
lace；　and　fifteen　for　the　work；　make　forty…five　francsparole　d'honneur；
it　does　come　to　a　pretty　price　for　a　handkerchief。　Si；　we　must　ask　forty…
five　francs　for　it；　and　then　we　can　always　abate　the　five　francs；　and　take
two　napoleons。〃

｛parole　d'honneur　=　word　of　honor；　upon　my　word！｝

Adrienne　felt　sick　at　heart。　Want　of　nourishment　had　lessened　her
energies；　and　here　came　a　blow　to　all　her　golden　visions　that　was　near
overcoming　her。　She　knew　that　handkerchiefs　similar　to　this　frequently
sold　for　twenty　napoleons　in　the　shops；　but　she　did　not　know　how　much
the　cupidity　of　trade　extracted　from　the　silly　and　vain　in　the　way　of　sheer
contributions　to　avarice。　It　is　probable　the　unfortunate　young　lady　would
have　lost　her　consciousness；　under　the　weight　of　this　blow；　had　it　not
been　for　the　sound　of　her　grandmother's　feeble　voice　calling　her　to　the
bedside。　This　was　a　summons　that　Adrienne　never　disregarded；　and；　for
the　moment；　she　forgot　her　causes　of　grief。

〃My　poor　Adrienne；〃　whispered　Madame　de　la　Rocheaimard　in　a　tone
of　tenderness　that　her　granddaughter　had　not　heard　for　some　weeks；
〃my　poor　Adrienne；　the　hour　is　near　when　we　must　part〃

〃Grand…mamma！dearest　grand…mamma！〃

〃Nay；　love；　God　wills　it。　I　am　old；　and　I　feel　death　upon　me。　It　is　happy
that　he　comes　so　gently；　and　when　I　am　so　well　prepared　to　meet　him。
The　grave　has　views；　that　no　other　scene　offers；　Adrienne！　Noble　blood
and　ancient　renown　are　as　nothing　compared　to　God's　mercy　and
forgiveness。　Pardon　me　if　I　have　ever　taught　thy　simple　heart　to　dwell　on
vanities；　but　it　was　a　fault　of　the　age。　This　world　is　all　vanity；　and　I　can
now　see　it　when　it　is　too　late。　Do　not　let　MY　fault　be　THY　fault；　child　of
my　love。　Kiss　me；　Adrienne；　pray　for　my　soul　when　all　is　over。〃

〃Yes；　dearest；　dearest　grand…mamma；　thou　know'st　I　will。〃

〃Thou　must　part　with　the　rest　of　the　trousseau　to　make　thyself
comfortable　when　I　am　gone。〃

〃I　will　do　as　thou　wishest；　dearest　grand…mamma。〃

〃Perhaps　it　will　raise　enough　to　purchase　thee　four　or　five　hundred
francs　of　rentes；　on　which　thou　may'st　live　with　frugality。〃

｛rentes　=　annuity；　yearly　income｝

〃Perhaps　it　will；　grand…mamma。〃

〃Thou　wilt　not　sell　the　thimbleTHAT　thou　wilt　keep　to　remember　me。〃

Adrienne　bowed　her　head　and　groaned。　Then　her　grandmother　desired
her　to　send　for　a　priest；　and　her　thoughts　took　another　direction。　It　was
fortunate　they　did；　for　the　spirit　of　the　girl　could　not　have　endured　more。

That　night　Madame　de　la　Rocheaimard　died；　the　wife　of　the　porter；　the
bon　cure；　and　Adrienne　alone　being　present。　Her　last　words　were　a
benediction　on　the　fair　and　gentle　being　who　had　so　faithfully　and
tenderly　nursed　her　in　old　age。　When　all　was　over；　and　the　body　was
laid　out；　Adrienne　asked　to　be　left　alone　with　it。　Living　or　dead；　her
grandmother　could　never　be　an　object　of　dread　to　her；　and　there　were
few　disposed　to　watch。　In　the　course　of　the　night；　Adrienne　even　caught
a　little　sleep；　a　tribute　that　nature　imperiously　demanded　of　her
weakness。

｛bon　cure　=　worthy　parish　priest｝

The　following　day　was　one　of　anguish　and　embarrassment。　The
physician；　who　always　inspects　the　dead　in　France；　came　to　make　his
report。　The　arrangements　were　to　be　ordered　for　the　funeral。
Fortunately；　as　Adrienne　then　thought；　Desiree　appeared　in　the　course
of　the　morning；　as　one　who　came　in　consequence　of　having　been
present　at　so　much　of　the　scene　of　the　preceding　day。　In　her　character
of　a　commissionaire　she　offered　her　services；　and　Adrienne；
unaccustomed　to　act　for　herself　in　such　offices；　was　fain　to　accept　them。
She　received　an　order；　or　rather　an　answer　to　a　suggestion　of　her　own；
and　hurried　off　to　give　the　necessary　directions。　Adrienne　was　now　left
alone　again　with　the　body　of　her　deceased　grandmother。　As　soon　as　the
excitement　ceased；　she　began　to　feel　languid；　and　she　became　sensible
of　her　own　bodily　wants。　Food　of　no　sort　had　passed　her　lips　in　more
than　thirty　hours；　and　her　last　meal　had　been　a　scanty　breakfast　of　dry
bread。　As　the　faintness　of　hunger　came　over　her；　Adrienne　felt　for　her
purse　with　the　intention　of　sending　Nathalie　to　a　neighboring　baker's；
when　the　truth　flashed　upon　her；　in　its　dreadful　reality。　She　had　not　a
liard。　Her　last　sou　had　furnished　the　breakfast　of　the　preceding　day。　A
sickness　like　that　of　death　came　over　her；　when；　casting　her　eyes
around　her　in　despair；　they　fell　on　the　little　table　that　usually　held　the
nourishment　prepared　for　her　grandmother。　A　little　arrowroot；　and　a
light　potage；　that　contained　bread；　still　remained。　Although　it　was　all　that
seemed　to　separate　the　girl　from　death；　she　hesitated　about　using　it。
There　was　an　appearance　of　sacrilege；　in　her　eyes；　in　the　act　of
appropriating　these　things　to　herself。　A　moment's　reflection；　however；
brought　her　to　a　truer　state　of　mind；　and　then　she　felt　it　to　be　a　duty　to
that　dear　parent　herself；　to　renew　her　own　strength；　in　order　to
discharge　her　duty　to　the　dead。　She　ate；　therefore；　though　it　was　with　a
species　of　holy　reverence。　Her　strength　was　renewed；　and　she　was
enabled　to　relieve　her　soul　by　prayer。

｛liard　=　half…farthing；　the　tiniest　of　coins｝

〃Mademoiselle　will　have　the　goodness　to　give　me　ten　francs；〃　said
Desiree；　on　her　return；　〃I　have　ordered　every　thing　that　is　proper；　but
money　is　wanting　to　pay　for　some　little　articles　that　will　soon　come。〃

〃I　have　no　money；　Desireenot　even　a　sou。〃

〃No　money；　mademoiselle？　In　the　name　of　heaven；　how　are　we　to　bury
your　grandmother？〃

〃The　handkerchief〃

Desiree　shook　her　head；　and　saw　that　she　must　countermand　most　of
the　orders。　Still　she　was　human；　and　she　was　a　female。　She　could　not
altogether　desert　one　so　helpless；　in　a　moment　of　such　extreme　distress。
She　reflected　on　the　matter　for　a　minute　or　two；　and　opened　her　mind。

〃This　handkerchief　might　sell　for　forty…five　francs；　mademoiselle；〃　she
said；　〃and　I　will　pay　that　much　for　it　myself；　and　will　charge　nothing　for
my　services　to…day。　Your　dear　grandmother　must　have　Christian　burial；
that　is　certain；　and　poor　enough　will　that　be　which　is　had　for　two
napoleons。　What　say　you；　mademoisellewill　you　accept　the　forty　five
francs；　or　would　you　prefer　seeing　the　marchande　de　mode？〃

〃I　can　see　no　one　now；　Desiree。　Give　me　the　money；　and　do　honor　to
the　remains　of　my　dear；　dear　grandmother。〃

Adrienne　said　this　with　her　hands　resting　on　her　lap　in　quiescent　despair。
Her　eyes　were　hollow　and　vacant；　her　cheeks　bloodless；　her　mind
almost　as　helpless　as　that　of　an　infant。　Desiree　laid　down　two
napoleons；　keeping　the　five　francs　to　pay　for　some　nece