a second home-第13节
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he Pope was censured at the tribunal of the priest and the young devotee。 To be always in the right is a feeling which absorbs every other in these tyrannous souls。
For some time past a secret struggle had been going on between the ideas of the husband and wife； and the young man was soon weary of a battle to which there could be no end。 What man； what temper； can endure the sight of a hypocritically affectionate face and categorical resistance to his slightest wishes？ What is to be done with a wife who takes advantage of his passion to protect her coldness； who seems determined on being blandly inexorable； prepares herself ecstatically to play the martyr； and looks on her husband as a scourge from God； a means of flagellation that may spare her the fires of purgatory？ What picture can give an idea of these women who make virtue hateful by defying the gentle precepts of that faith which Saint John epitomized in the words； 〃Love one another〃？
If there was a bonnet to be found in a milliner's shop that was condemned to remain in the window； or to be packed off to the colonies； Granville was certain to see it on his wife's head； if a material of bad color or hideous design were to be found； she would select it。 These hapless bigots are heart…breaking in their notions of dress。 Want of taste is a defect inseparable from false pietism。
And so； in the home…life that needs the fullest sympathy； Granville had no true companionship。 He went out alone to parties and the theatres。 Nothing in his house appealed to him。 A huge Crucifix that hung between his bed and Angelique's seemed figurative of his destiny。 Does it not represent a murdered Divinity； a Man…God； done to death in all the prime of life and beauty？ The ivory of that cross was less cold than Angelique crucifying her husband under the plea of virtue。 This it was that lay at the root of their woes； the young wife saw nothing but duty where she should have given love。 Here； one Ash Wednesday； rose the pale and spectral form of Fasting in Lent； of Total Abstinence； commanded in a severe toneand Granville did not deem it advisable to write in his turn to the Pope and take the opinion of the Consistory on the proper way of observing Lent； the Ember days； and the eve of great festivals。
His misfortune was too great！ He could not even complain； for what could he say？ He had a pretty young wife attached to her duties； virtuousnay； a model of all the virtues。 She had a child every year； nursed them herself； and brought them up in the highest principles。 Being charitable； Angelique was promoted to rank as an angel。 The old women who constituted the circle in which she movedfor at that time it was not yet 〃the thing〃 for young women to be religious as a matter of fashionall admired Madame de Granville's piety； and regarded her； not indeed as a virgin； but as a martyr。 They blamed not the wife's scruples； but the barbarous philoprogenitiveness of the husband。
Granville； by insensible degrees； overdone with work； bereft of conjugal consolations； and weary of a world in which he wandered alone； by the time he was two…and…thirty had sunk into the Slough of Despond。 He hated life。 Having too lofty a notion of the responsibilities imposed on him by his position to set the example of a dissipated life； he tried to deaden feeling by hard study； and began a great book on Law。
But he was not allowed to enjoy the monastic peace he had hoped for。 When the celestial Angelique saw him desert worldly society to work at home with such regularity； she tried to convert him。 It had been a real sorrow to her to know that her husband's opinions were not strictly Christian； and she sometimes wept as she reflected that if her husband should die it would be in a state of final impenitence； so that she could not hope to snatch him from the eternal fires of Hell。 Thus Granville was a mark for the mean ideas； the vacuous arguments； the narrow views by which his wifefancying she had achieved the first victorytried to gain a second by bringing him back within the pale of the Church。
This was the last straw。 What can be more intolerable than the blind struggle in which the obstinacy of a bigot tries to meet the acumen of a lawyer？ What more terrible to endure than the acrimonious pin…pricks to which a passionate soul prefers a dagger…thrust？ Granville neglected his home。 Everything there was unendurable。 His children； broken by their mother's frigid despotism； dared not go with him to the play； indeed； Granville could never give them any pleasure without bringing down punishment from their terrible mother。 His loving nature was weaned to indifference； to a selfishness worse than death。 His boys； indeed； he saved from this hell by sending them to school at an early age； and insisting on his right to train them。 He rarely interfered between his wife and her daughters； but he was resolved that they should marry as soon as they were old enough。
Even if he had wished to take violent measures； he could have found no justification； his wife； backed by a formidable army of dowagers； would have had him condemned by the whole world。 Thus Granville had no choice but to live in complete isolation； but； crushed under the tyranny of misery； he could not himself bear to see how altered he was by grief and toil。 And he dreaded any connection or intimacy with women of the world； having no hope of finding any consolation。
The improving history of this melancholy household gave rise to no events worthy of record during the fifteen years between 1806 and 1825。 Madame de Granville was exactly the same after losing her husband's affection as she had been during the time when she called herself happy。 She paid for Masses； beseeching God and the Saints to enlighten her as to what the faults were which displeased her husband； and to show her the way to restore the erring sheep； but the more fervent her prayers； the less was Granville to be seen at home。
For about five years now； having achieved a high position as a judge； Granville had occupied the /entresol/ of the house to avoid living with the Comtesse de Granville。 Every morning a little scene took place； which； if evil tongues are to be believed； is repeated in many households as the result of incompatibility of temper； of moral or physical malady； or of antagonisms leading to such disaster as is recorded in this history。 At about eight in the morning a housekeeper； bearing no small resemblance to a nun； rang at the Comte de Granville's door。 Admitted to the room next to the Judge's study； she always repeated the same message to the footman； and always in the same tone：
〃Madame would be glad to know whether Monsieur le Comte has had a good night； and if she is to have the pleasure of his company at breakfast。〃
〃Monsieur presents his compliments to Madame la Comtesse；〃 the valet would say； after speaking with his master； 〃and begs her to hold him excused； important business compels him to be in court this morning。〃
A minute later the woman reappeared and asked on madame's behalf whether she would have the pleasure of seeing Monsieur le Comte before he went out。
〃He is gone；〃 was always the rely； though often his carriage was still waiting。
This little dialogue by proxy became a daily ceremonial。 Granville's servant； a favorite with his master； and the cause of more than one quarrel over his irreligious and dissipated conduct； would even go into his master's room； as a matter of form； when the Count was not there； and come back with the same formula in reply。
The aggrieved wife was always on the watch for her husband's return； and standing on the steps so as to meet him like an embodiment of remorse。 The petty aggressiveness which lies at the root of the monastic temper was the foundation of Madame de Granville's； she was now five…and…thirty； and looked forty。 When the count was compelled by decency to speak to his wife or to dine at home； she was only too well pleased to inflict her company upon him； with her acid…sweet remarks and the intolerable dulness of her narrow…minded circle； and she tried to put him in the wrong before the servants and her charitable friends。
When； at this time； the post of President in a provincial court was offered to the Comte de Granville； who was in high favor； he begged to be allowed to remain in Paris。 This refusal； of which the Keeper of the Seals alone knew the reasons； gave rise to extraordinary conjectures on the part of the Countess' intimate friends and of her director。 Granville； a rich man with a hundred thousand francs a year； belonged to one of the first families of Normandy。 His appointment to be Presiding Judge would have been the stepping…stone to a peer's seat； whence this strange lack of ambition？ Why had he given up his great book on Law？ What was the meaning of the dissipation which for nearly six years had made him a stranger to his home； his family； his study； to all he ought to hold dear？ The Countess' confessor； who based his hopes of a bishopric quite as much on the families he governed as on the services he rendered to an association of which he was an ardent propagator； was much disappointed by Granville's refusal； and tried to insinuate calumnious explanations： 〃If Monsieur le Comte had such
