the four horsemen of the apocalypse-第6节
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first thing that he admired was her rhythmic tread； light and graceful as she passed through the garden seeking another seat。 Her features were not regular but they had a piquant fascinationa true Parisian face。 Everything that had been invented for the embellishment of feminine charm was used about her person with the most exquisite fastidiousness。 She had always lived for herself。 Only a few months before had she abdicated a part of this sweet selfishness； sacrificing reunions； teas； and calls in order to give Desnoyers some of the afternoon hours。
Stylish and painted like a priceless doll； with no loftier ambition than to be a model； interpreting with personal elegance the latest confections of the modistes； she was at last experiencing the same preoccupations and joys as other women； creating for herself an inner life。 The nucleus of this new life； hidden under her former frivolity； was Desnoyers。 Just as she was imagining that she had reorganized her existenceadjusting the satisfactions of worldly elegance to the delights of love in intimate secrecya fulminating catastrophe （the intervention of her husband whose possible appearance she seemed to have overlooked） had disturbed her thoughtless happiness。 She who was accustomed to think herself the centre of the universe； imagining that events ought to revolve around her desires and tastes； had suffered this cruel surprise with more astonishment than grief。
〃And you； how do you think I look？〃 Marguerite queried。
〃I must tell you that the fashion has changed。 The sheath skirt has passed away。 Now it is worn short and with more fullness。〃
Desnoyers had to interest himself in her apparel with the same devotion； mixing his appreciation of the latest freak of the fashion…monger with his eulogies of Marguerite's beauty。
〃Have you thought much about me？〃 she continued。 〃You have not been unfaithful to me a single time？ Not even once？ 。 。 。 Tell me the truth； you know I can always tell when you are lying。〃
〃I have always thought of you；〃 he said putting his hand on his heart； as if he were swearing before a judge。
And he said it roundly； with an accent of truth； since in his infidelitiesnow completely forgottenthe memory of Marguerite had always been present。
〃But let us talk about you！〃 added Julio。 〃What have you been doing all the time？〃
He had brought his chair nearer to hers； and their knees touched。 He took one of her hands； patting it and putting his finger in the glove opening。 Oh； that accursed garden which would not permit greater intimacy and obliged them to speak in a low tone； after three months' absence！ 。 。 。 In spite of his discretion； the man who was reading his paper raised his head and looked irritably at them over his spectacles as though a fly were distracting him with its buzzing。 。 。 。 The very idea of talking love…nonsense in a public garden when all Europe was threatened with calamity！
Repelling the audacious hand； Marguerite spoke tranquilly of her existence during the last months。
〃I have passed my life the best I could； but I have been greatly bored。 You know that I am now living with mama； and mama is a lady of the old regime who does not understand our tastes。 I have been to the theatres with my brother。 I have made many calls on the lawyer in order to learn the progress of my divorce and hurry it along 。 。 。 and nothing else。〃
〃And your husband？〃
〃Don't let's talk about him。 Do you want to？ I pity the poor man！ So good 。 。 。 so correct。 The lawyer assures me that he agrees to everything and will not impose any obstacles。 They tell me that he does not come to Paris； that he lives in his factory。 Our old home is closed。 There are times when I feel remorseful over the way I have treated him。〃
〃And I？〃 queried Julio； withdrawing his hand。
〃You are right；〃 she returned smiling。 〃You are Life。 It is cruel but it is human。 We have to live our lives without taking others into consideration。 It is necessary to be selfish in order to be happy。〃
The two remained silent。 The remembrance of the husband had swept across them like a glacial blast。 Julio was the first to brighten up。
〃And you have not danced in all this time？〃
〃No； how could I？ The very idea； a woman in divorce proceedings！ 。 。 。 I have not been to a single chic party since you went away。 I wanted to preserve a certain decorous mourning fiesta。 How horrible it was！ 。 。 。 It needed you； the Master！〃
They had again clasped hands and were smiling。 Memories of the previous months were passing before their eyes； visions of their life from five to seven in the afternoon； dancing in the hotels of the Champs Elysees where the tango had been inexorably associated with a cup of tea。
She appeared to tear herself away from these recollections； impelled by a tenacious obsession which had slipped from her mind in the first moments of their meeting。
〃Do you know much about what's happening？ Tell me all。 People talk so much。 。 。 。 Do you really believe that there will be war？ Don't you think that it will all end in some kind of settlement？〃
Desnoyers comforted her with his optimism。 He did not believe in the possibility of a war。 That was ridiculous。
〃I say so； too！ Ours is not the epoch of savages。 I have known some Germans； chic and well…educated persons who surely must think exactly as we do。 An old professor who comes to the house was explaining yesterday to mama that wars are no longer possible in these progressive times。 In two months' time； there would scarcely be any men left； in three； the world would find itself without money to continue the struggle。 I do not recall exactly how it was； but he explained it all very clearly； in a manner most delightful to hear。〃
She reflected in silence； trying to co…ordinate her confused recollections； but dismayed by the effort required； added on her own account。
〃Just imagine what war would meanhow horrible！ Society life paralyzed。 No more parties； nor clothes； nor theatres！ Why； it is even possible that they might not design any more fashions！ All the women in mourning。 Can you imagine it？ 。 。 。 And Paris deserted。 。 。 。 How beautiful it seemed as I came to meet you this afternoon！ 。 。 。 No； no； it cannot be！ Next month； you know； we go to Vichy。 Mama needs the waters。 Then to Biarritz。 After that； I shall go to a castle on the Loire。 And besides there are our affairs； my divorce； our marriage which may take place the next year。 。 。 。 And is war to hinder and cut short all this！ No； no； it is not possible。 My brother and others like him are foolish enough to dream of danger from Germany。 I am sure that my husband； too； who is only interested in serious and bothersome matters； is among those who believe that war is imminent and prepare to take part in it。 What nonsense！ Tell me that it is all nonsense。 I need to hear you say it。〃
Tranquilized by the affirmations of her lover； she then changed the trend of the conversation。 The possibility of their approaching marriage brought to mind the object of the voyage which Desnoyers had just made。 There had not been time for them to write to each other during their brief separation。
〃Did you succeed in getting the money？ The joy of seeing you made me forget all about such things。 。 。 。〃
Adopting the air of a business expert； he replied that he had brought back less than he expected； for he had found the country in the throes of one of its periodical panics； but still he had managed to get together about four hundred thousand francs。 In his purse he had a check for that amount。 Later on； they would send him further remittances。 A ranchman in Argentina； a sort of relative； was looking after his affairs。 Marguerite appeared satisfied； and in spite of her frivolity； adopted the air of a serious woman。
〃Money； money！〃 she exclaimed sententiously。 〃And yet there is no happiness without it！ With your four hundred thousand and what I have； we shall be able to get along。 。 。 。 I told you that my husband wishes to give me back my dowry。 He has told my brother so。 But the state of his business； and the increased size of his factory do not permit him to return it as quickly as he would like。 I can't help but feel sorry for the poor man 。 。 。 so honorable and so upright in every way。 If he only were not so commonplace！ 。 。 。〃
Again Marguerite seemed to regret these tardy spontaneous eulogies which were chilling their interview。 So again she changed the trend of her chatter。
〃And your family？ Have you seen them？〃 。 。 。
Desnoyers had been to his father's home before starting for the Chapelle Expiatoire。 A stealthy entrance into the great house on the avenue Victor Hugo； and then up to the first floor like a tradesman。 Then he had slipt into the kitchen like a soldier sweetheart of the maids。 His mother had come there to embrace him； poor Dona Luisa； weeping and kissing him frantically as though she had feared to lose him forever。 Close behind her mother had come Luisita； nicknamed Chichi； who always surveyed him with sympathetic curiosity as if she wished to know better a brother so bad and adorable who had led decent women from the paths of virtue； and committed all kinds of follie
