a woman of thirty-第33节
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opped； he said； by the gendarmerie at the gate of Montreuil； a murder had been committed； and the police were in pursuit。 In a moment the General's anger vanished； he said not another word； then； bethinking himself of his own singular position； drily ordered them all off to bed at once； and left them amazed at his readiness to accept their fellow servant's lying excuse。
While these incidents took place in the yard； an apparently trifling occurrence had changed the relative positions of three characters in this story。 The Marquis had scarcely left the room before his wife looked first towards the key on the mantel…shelf； and then at Helene； and； after some wavering； bent towards her daughter and said in a low voice； 〃Helene your father has left the key on the chimney…piece。〃
The girl looked up in surprise and glanced timidly at her mother。 The Marquise's eyes sparkled with curiosity。
〃Well； mamma？〃 she said； and her voice had a troubled ring。
〃I should like to know what is going on upstairs。 If there is anybody up there； he has not stirred yet。 Just go up〃
〃/I/？〃 cried the girl； with something like horror in her tones。
〃Are you afraid？〃
〃No； mamma； but I thought I heard a man's footsteps。〃
〃If I could go myself； I should not have asked you to go； Helene；〃 said her mother with cold dignity。 〃If your father were to come back and did not see me； he would go to look for me perhaps； but he would not notice your absence。〃
〃Madame； if you bid me go； I will go；〃 said Helene； 〃but I shall lose my father's good opinion〃
〃What is this！〃 cried the Marquise in a sarcastic tone。 〃But since you take a thing that was said in joke in earnest； I now /order/ you to go upstairs and see who is in the room above。 Here is the key； child。 When your father told you to say nothing about this thing that happened； he did not forbid you to go up to the room。 Go at onceand learn that a daughter ought never to judge her mother。〃
The last words were spoken with all the severity of a justly offended mother。 The Marquise took the key and handed it to Helene； who rose without a word and left the room。
〃My mother can always easily obtain her pardon；〃 thought the girl； 〃but as for me； my father will never think the same of me again。 Does she mean to rob me of his tenderness？ Does she want to turn me out of his house？〃
These were the thoughts that set her imagination in a sudden ferment； as she went down the dark passage to the mysterious door at the end。 When she stood before it； her mental confusion grew to a fateful pitch。 Feelings hitherto forced down into inner depths crowded up at the summons of these confused thoughts。 Perhaps hitherto she had never believed that a happy life lay before her； but now； in this awful moment； her despair was complete。 She shook convulsively as she set the key in the lock； so great indeed was her agitation； that she stopped for a moment and laid her hand on her heart； as if to still the heavy throbs that sounded in her ears。 Then she opened the door。
The creaking of the hinges sounded doubtless in vain on the murderer's ears。 Acute as were his powers of hearing； he stood as if lost in thought； and so motionless that he might have been glued to the wall against which he leaned。 In the circle of semi…opaque darkness； dimly lit by the bull's…eye lantern； he looked like the shadowy figure of some dead knight； standing for ever in his shadowy mortuary niche in the gloom of some Gothic chapel。 Drops of cold sweat trickled over the broad； sallow forehead。 An incredible fearlessness looked out from every tense feature。 His eyes of fire were fixed and tearless； he seemed to be watching some struggle in the darkness beyond him。 Stormy thoughts passed swiftly across a face whose firm decision spoke of a character of no common order。 His whole person； bearing； and frame bore out the impression of a tameless spirit。 The man looked power and strength personified； he stood facing the darkness as if it were the visible image of his own future。
These physical characteristics had made no impression upon the General； familiar as he was with the powerful faces of the group of giants gathered about Napoleon； speculative curiosity； moreover； as to the why and wherefore of the apparition had completely filled his mind； but Helene； with feminine sensitiveness to surface impressions； was struck by the blended chaos of light and darkness； grandeur and passion； suggesting a likeness between this stranger and Lucifer recovering from his fall。 Suddenly the storm apparent in his face was stilled as if by magic； and the indefinable power to sway which the stranger exercised upon others； and perhaps unconsciously and as by reflex action upon himself； spread its influence about him with the progressive swiftness of a flood。 A torrent of thought rolled away from his brow as his face resumed its ordinary expression。 Perhaps it was the strangeness of this meeting； or perhaps it was the mystery into which she had penetrated； that held the young girl spellbound in the doorway； so that she could look at a face pleasant to behold and full of interest。 For some moments she stood in the magical silence； a trouble had come upon her never known before in her young life。 Perhaps some exclamation broke from Helene； perhaps she moved unconsciously； or it may be that the hunted criminal returned of his own accord from the world of ideas to the material world； and heard some one breathing in the room； however it was； he turned his head towards his host's daughter； and saw dimly in the shadow a noble face and queenly form； which he must have taken for an angel's； so motionless she stood； so vague and like a spirit。
〃Monsieur 。 。 。〃 a trembling voice cried。
The murderer trembled。
〃A woman！〃 he cried under his breath。 〃Is it possible？ Go；〃 he cried； 〃I deny that any one has a right to pity； to absolve； or condemn me。 I must live alone。 Go； my child；〃 he added； with an imperious gesture； 〃I should ill requite the service done me by the master of the house if I were to allow a single creature under his roof to breathe the same air with me。 I must submit to be judged by the laws of the world。〃
The last words were uttered in a lower voice。 Even as he realized with a profound intuition all the manifold misery awakened by that melancholy thought； the glance that he gave Helene had something of the power of the serpent； stirring a whole dormant world in the mind of the strange girl before him。 To her that glance was like a light revealing unknown lands。 She was stricken with strange trouble； helpless； quelled by a magnetic power exerted unconsciously。 Trembling and ashamed； she went out and returned to the salon。 She had scarcely entered the room before her father came back； so that she had not time to say a word to her mother。
The General was wholly absorbed in thought。 He folded his arms； and paced silently to and fro between the windows which looked out upon the street and the second row which gave upon the garden。 His wife lay the sleeping Abel on her knee； and little Moina lay in untroubled slumber in the low chair； like a bird in its nest。 Her older sister stared into the fire； a skein of silk in one hand； a needle in the other。
Deep silence prevailed； broken only by lagging footsteps on the stairs； as one by one the servants crept away to bed； there was an occasional burst of stifled laughter； a last echo of the wedding festivity； or doors were opened as they still talked among themselves； then shut。 A smothered sound came now and again from the bedrooms； a chair fell； the old coachman coughed feebly； then all was silent。
In a little while the dark majesty with which sleeping earth is invested at midnight brought all things under its sway。 No lights shone but the light of the stars。 The frost gripped the ground。 There was not a sound of a voice； nor a living creature stirring。 The crackling of the fire only seemed to make the depth of the silence more fully felt。
The church clock of Montreuil had just struck one； when an almost inaudible sound of a light footstep came from the second flight of stairs。 The Marquis and his daughter； both believing that M。 de Mauny's murderer was a prisoner above； thought that one of the maids had come down； and no one was at all surprised to hear the door open in the ante…chamber。 Quite suddenly the murderer appeared in their midst。 The Marquis himself was sunk in deep musings； the mother and daughter were silent； the one from keen curiosity； the other from sheer astonishment； so that the visitor was almost half…way across the room when he spoke to the General。
〃Sir； the two hours are almost over；〃 he said； in a voice that was strangely calm and musical。
〃/You here/！〃 cried the General。 〃By what means？〃 and he gave wife and daughter a formidable questioning glance。 Helene grew red as fire。
〃You！〃 he went on； in a tone filled with horror。 〃/You/ among us！ A murderer covered with blood！ You are a blot on this picture！ Go； go out！〃 he added in a burst of rage。
At that word 〃murderer；〃 the Marquise cried out； as for Helene； it seemed to mark an epoch in her life； there was not a trace of surprise in her face。 She looked as if she had been waiting for thisfor him。 Those so vast thoughts
