the sorrows of young werther-第25节
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loves me！ Still burns upon my lips the sacred fire they received from thine。 New torrents of delight overwhelm my soul。 Forgive me； oh； forgive！
〃I knew that I was dear to you； I saw it in your first entrancing look； knew it by the first pressure of your hand； but when I was absent from you； when I saw Albert at your side； my doubts and fears returned。
〃Do you remember the flowers you sent me； when； at that crowded assembly； you could neither speak nor extend your hand to me？ Half the night I was on my knees before those flowers； and I regarded them as the pledges of your love； but those impressions grew fainter； and were at length effaced。
〃Everything passes away； but a whole eternity could not extinguish the living flame which was yesterday kindled by your lips； and which now burns within me。 She loves me！ These arms have encircled her waist； these lips have trembled upon hers。 She is mine！ Yes； Charlotte； you are mine for ever！
〃And what do they mean by saying Albert is your husband？ He may be so for this world； and in this world it is a sin to love you； to wish to tear you from his embrace。 Yes； it is a crime； and I suffer the punishment； but I have enjoyed the full delight of my sin。 I have inhaled a balm that has revived my soul。 From this hour you are mine； yes； Charlotte； you are mine！ I go before you。 I go to my Father and to your Father。 I will pour out my sorrows before him； and he will give me comfort till you arrive。 Then will I fly to meet you。 I will claim you； and remain your eternal embrace； in the presence of the Almighty。
〃I do not dream； I do not rave。 Drawing nearer to the grave my perceptions become clearer。 We shall exist； we shall see each other again； we shall behold your mother； I shall behold her； and expose to her my inmost heart。 Your mother your image！〃
About eleven o'clock Werther asked his servant if Albert had returned。 He answered； 〃Yes；〃 for he had seen him pass on horseback： upon which Werther sent him the following note； unsealed：
〃Be so good as to lend me your pistols for a journey。 Adieu。〃
Charlotte had slept little during the past night。 All her apprehensions were realised in a way that she could neither foresee nor avoid。 Her blood was boiling in her veins； and a thousand painful sensations rent her pure heart。 Was it the ardour of Werther's passionate embraces that she felt within her bosom？ Was it anger at his daring？ Was it the sad comparison of her present condition with former days of innocence； tranquillity； and self…confidence？ How could she approach her husband； and confess a scene which she had no reason to conceal； and which she yet felt； nevertheless； unwilling to avow？ They had preserved so long a silence toward each other and should she be the first to break it by so unexpected a discovery？ She feared that the mere statement of Werther's visit would trouble him； and his distress would be heightened by her perfect candour。 She wished that he could see her in her true light； and judge her without prejudice； but was she anxious that he should read her inmost soul？ On the other hand； could she deceive a being to whom all her thoughts had ever been exposed as clearly as crystal； and from whom no sentiment had ever been concealed？ These reflections made her anxious and thoughtful。 Her mind still dwelt on Werther； who was now lost to her； but whom she could not bring herself to resign； and for whom she knew nothing was left but despair if she should be lost to him for ever。
A recollection of that mysterious estrangement which had lately subsisted between herself and Albert； and which she could never thoroughly understand； was now beyond measure painful to her。 Even the prudent and the good have before now hesitated to explain their mutual differences； and have dwelt in silence upon their imaginary grievances； until circumstances have become so entangled； that in that critical juncture； when a calm explanation would have saved all parties； an understanding was impossible。 And thus if domestic confidence had been earlier established between them； if love and kind forbearance had mutually animated and expanded their hearts； it might not； perhaps； even yet have been too late to save our friend。
But we must not forget one remarkable circumstance。 We may observe from the character of Werther's correspondence； that he had never affected to conceal his anxious desire to quit this world。 He had often discussed the subject with Albert； and； between the latter and Charlotte； it had not unfrequently formed a topic of conversation。 Albert was so opposed to the very idea of such an action； that； with a degree of irritation unusual in him； he had more than once given Werther to understand that he doubted the seriousness of his threats； and not only turned them into ridicule； but caused Charlotte to share his feelings of incredulity。 Her heart was thus tranquillised when she felt disposed to view the melancholy subject in a serious point of view； though she never communicated to her husband the apprehensions she sometimes experienced。
Albert； upon his return； was received by Charlotte with ill…concealed embarrassment。 He was himself out of humour； his business was unfinished； and he had just discovered that the neighbouring official with whom he had to deal； was an obstinate and narrow…minded personage。 Many things had occurred to irritate him。
He inquired whether anything had happened during his absence； and Charlotte hastily answered that Werther had been there on the evening previously。 He then inquired for his letters； and was answered that several packages had been left in his study。 He thereon retired； leaving Charlotte alone。
The presence of the being she loved and honoured produced a new impression on her heart。 The recollection of his generosity； kindness； and affection had calmed her agitation： a secret impulse prompted her to follow him； she took her work and went to his study； as was often her custom。 He was busily employed opening and reading his letters。 It seemed as if the contents of some were disagreeable。 She asked some questions： he gave short answers； and sat down to write。
Several hours passed in this manner； and Charlotte's feelings became more and more melancholy。 She felt the extreme difficulty of explaining to her husband； under any circumstances； the weight that lay upon her heart； and her depression became every moment greater； in proportion as she endeavoured to hide her grief； and to conceal her tears。
The arrival of Werther's servant occasioned her the greatest embarrassment。 He gave Albert a note； which the latter coldly handed to his wife； saying； at the same time； 〃Give him the pistols。 I wish him a pleasant journey；〃 he added； turning to the servant。 These words fell upon Charlotte like a thunderstroke： she rose from her seat half…fainting； and unconscious of what she did。 She walked mechanically toward the wall； took down the pistols with a trembling hand； slowly wiped the dust from them； and would have delayed longer； had not Albert hastened her movements by an impatient look。 She then delivered the fatal weapons to the servant； without being able to utter a word。 As soon as he had departed； she folded up her work； and retired at once to her room； her heart overcome with the most fearful forebodings。 She anticipated some dreadful calamity。 She was at one moment on the point of going to her husband； throwing herself at his feet； and acquainting him with all that had happened on the previous evening； that she might acknowledge her fault； and explain her apprehensions； then she saw that such a step would be useless； as she would certainly be unable to induce Albert to visit Werther。 Dinner was served； and a kind friend whom she had persuaded to remain assisted to sustain the conversation； which was carried on by a sort of compulsion； till the events of the morning were forgotten。
When the servant brought the pistols to Werther； the latter received them with transports of delight upon hearing that Charlotte had given them to him with her own hand。 He ate some bread； drank some wine； sent his servant to dinner； and then sat down to write as follows：
〃They have been in your hands you wiped the dust from them。 I kiss them a thousand times you have touched them。 Yes； Heaven favours my design； and you； Charlotte； provide me with the fatal instruments。 It was my desire to receive my death from your hands； and my wish is gratified。 I have made inquiries of my servant。 You trembled when you gave him the pistols； but you bade me no adieu。 Wretched； wretched that I am not one farewell！ How could you shut your heart against me in that hour which makes you mine for ever？ Charlotte； ages cannot efface the impression I feel you cannot hate the man who so passionately loves you！〃
After dinner he called his servant； desired him to finish the packing up； destroyed many papers； and then went out to pay some trifling debts。 He soon returned home； then went out again； notwithstanding the rain； walked for some time in the count's garden； and afterward proceeded farther into the country。 Toward evening he came back once more； and resumed his writing。
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