samuel brohl & company-第42节
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the translation； perhaps that was the reason of his coming back to Cormeilles after two days； perhaps； too； it was only a pretext。
Mlle。 Moriaz could not help thinking that his visit was inopportune； that he had chose an unfortunate time for it。 〃If the count finds him still here；〃 thought she； 〃I am not afraid that he will make a scene； but all his pleasure will be spoiled。〃 There was a tinge of coldness in her welcome to M。 Langis； of which he was sensible。
〃I am in the way；〃 he said； making a movement to retire。
She kept him； and altered her tone： 〃You are never in the way； Camille。 Sit there。〃
He seated himself； and talked of the races at Chantilly； that he had attended the day before。
She listened to him； bowed her head in sign of approval； but she heard his voice through a mist that veiled her senses。 She lifted her hand to brush away a wasp that annoyed her by its buzzing。 The lace of her cuff； in falling back； left her wrist exposed。
〃What a curious bracelet you have！〃 said M。 Langis。
〃Have you not seen it before？〃 she replied。 〃It is some time since〃
She interrupted herself； a sudden idea occurring to her。 She looked at her wrist。 This bracelet from which she never was partedthis bracelet that Count Larinski had given to herthis bracelet that he loved because it had belonged to his mother； and that the late Countess Larinski had worn as long as she livedresembled none other； but Mlle。 Moriaz observed that it had a strong resemblance to the Persian bracelet that the Princess Gulof had described to her； and which she had exchanged for Samuel Brohl。 The three gold plates； the grotesque animals； the filigree networknothing was wanting。 She took it from her arm and handed it to M。 Langis； saying to him： 〃There is； it seems； something written on the interior of one of these plates； but you must know the secret to be able to open it。 Can you guess secrets？〃
He carefully examined the bracelet。 〃Two of these plates；〃 said he； 〃are solid； and of heavy gold； the third is hollow； and might serve as a case。 I see a little hinge that is almost invisible； but I seek in vain for the secretI cannot find it。〃
〃Is the hinge strong？〃
〃Not very； and the lid easily could be forced open。〃
〃That is what I want you to do；〃 she rejoined。
〃What are you thinking of？ I would not spoil a trinket that you value。〃
She replied： 〃I have made the acquaintance of a Russian princess who has a mania for physiology and dissection。 I have caught the disease； and I want to begin to dissect。 I am fond of this trinket； but I want to know what is inside。 Do as I tell you；〃 she continued。 〃You will find in the laboratory the necessary instruments。 Go； the key is in the door。〃
He consulted her look； her eye was burning； her voice broken； and she repeated： 〃Gogo！ Do you not understand me？〃
He obeyed； went to the laboratory； taking the bracelet with him。 After five minutes he returned saying： 〃I am very unskilful； I crushed the lid in raising it； but you wished it； and your curiosity will be satisfied。〃
She could； in truth； satisfy her curiosity。 She eagerly seized the bracelet； and on the back of the plate； now left bare； she saw engraved in the gold； characters almost microscopic in size。 Through the greatest attention she succeeded in deciphering them。 She distinguished several dates； marking the year； the month； and the day； when some important event had occurred to the Princess Gulof。 These dates； accompanied by no indication of any kind； formerly sufficed to recall the principal experiments that she had practised on mankind before having discovered Samuel Brohl。 The result had not been very cheerful； for beneath this form of calendar stood a confession of faith； thus expressed； 〃Vanity of vanities； all is vanity！〃 This melancholy declaration was signed； and the signature was perfectly legible。 Mlle。 Moriaz spelled it out readily； although at that moment her sight was dim； and she was convinced that the trinket； which Count Larinski had presented to her as a family relic； had belonged to Anna Petrovna； Princess Gulof。
She grew mortally pale； and lost consciousness； she seemed on the verge of an attack of delirium。 In the agitation of her mind； she imagined that she saw herself at a great distance； at the end of the world； and very small； she was climbing a mountain； on the other side of which there was a man awaiting her。 She questioned herself； 〃Am I； or is this traveller； Mlle。 Moriaz？〃 She closed her eyes； and saw a blank abyss open before her； in which her life was ingulfed； whirled about； like the leaf of a tree in a whirlpool。
M。 Langis drew near her； and； lightly slapping the palms of her hands； said； 〃What is the matter？〃
She roused herself； made an effort to lift her head； and let it sink again。 The trouble that lay in the depths of her heart choked her； she experienced an irresistible need of confiding in some one； and she judged that the man who was talking to her was one of those men to whom a woman can tell her secret； one of those souls to whom she could pour out her shame without blushing。 She began； in a broken voice； a confused； disconnected recital that Camille could scarcely follow。 However； he finally understood； he felt himself divided between an immense pity for her despair； and a fierce lover's joy that tightened his throat and well…nigh strangled him。
The belfry of Cormeilles had recovered its voice； two o'clock rang out on the air。 Antoinette rose and exclaimed： 〃I was to meet him at the pretty little gate that you see from here！ He will have the right to be angry if I keep him waiting。〃
At once she hastened towards the balustered steps that led from the terrace to the orchard。 M。 Langis followed her； seeking to detain her。 〃You need not see him again；〃 said he。 〃I will meet him。 Pray； charge me with your explanations。〃
She repelled him and replied； in a voice of authority： 〃I wish to see him； no one but I can say to him what I have in my heart。 I command you to remain here； I intend that he shall blame no one but me。〃 She added with a curl of the lips meant for a smile： 〃You must remember； I do not believe yet that I have been deceived； I will not believe it until I have read the lie in his eyes。〃
She hastily descended into the orchard； and； during five minutes； her eye fixed on the gate； she waited for Samuel Brohl。 Her impatience counted the seconds； and yet Mlle。 Moriaz could have wished the gate would never open。 There was near by an old apple…tree that she loved； in the old days she had more than once suspended her hammock from one of its arched and drooping branches。 She leaned against the gnarled trunk of the old tree。 It seemed to her that she was not alone； some one protected her。
At last the gate opened and admitted Samuel Brohl； who had a smile on his lips。 His first words were： 〃And your umbrella！ You have forgotten it？〃
She replied： 〃Do you not see that there is no sunshine？〃 And she remained leaning against the apple…tree。
He uplifted his hand to show her the blue sky； he let it fall again。 He looked at Antoinette； and he was afraid。 He guessed immediately that she knew all。 At once he grew audacious。
〃I spent a dull day yesterday；〃 said he。 〃Mme。 de Lorcy invited me to dine with a crazy woman； but the night made up for it。 I saw Engadine in my dreamsthe firs； the Alpine pines； the emerald lakes； and a red hood。〃
〃I； too； dreamed last night。 I dreamed that the bracelet you gave me belonged to the crazy woman of whom you speak； and that she had her name engraved on it。〃
She threw him the bracelet： he picked it up； examined it； turned and returned it in his trembling fingers。 She grew impatient。 〃Look at the place that has been forced open。 Don't you know how to read？〃
He read； and became stupefied。 Who would have believed that this trinket that he had found among his father's old traps had come to him from Princess Gulof？ that it was the price she had paid for Samuel Brohl's ignominy and shame？ Samuel was a fatalist； he felt that his star had set； that Fate had conspired to ruin his hopes； that he was found guilty and condemned。 His heart grew heavy within him。
〃Can you tell me what I ought to think of a certain Samuel Brohl？〃 she asked。
That name； pronounced by her； fell on him like a mass of lead； he never would have believed that there could be so much weight in a human word。 He trembled under the blow； then he struck his brow with his clinched hand and replied：
〃Samuel Brohl is a man as worthy of your pity as he is of mine。 If you knew all that he has suffered； all that he has dared； you could not help deeply pitying him and admiring him。 Listen to me； Samuel Brohl is an unfortunate man〃
〃Or a wretch！〃 she interrupted； in a terrible voice。 She was seized by a fit of nervous laughter； she cried out： 〃Mme。 Brohl！ I will not be called Mme。 Brohl。 Ah！ that poor Countess Larinski！〃
He had a spasm of rage that would have terrified her had she conjectured what agitated him。 He raised his head； crossed his arms on his breast； and said； with a bitter smile：
〃It was not the man that you loved； it was the count。〃
She replied； 〃The man whom I loved never lied。〃
〃Yes； I lied！〃 he cried； gasping for breath。 〃I drank that cup of
