a second home-第3节
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from the keen eye of her appreciative friend than he could conceal anxiety from hers。
〃He must have had some trouble yesterday；〃 was the thought that constantly arose in the embroideress' mind as she saw some change in the features of the 〃Black Gentleman。〃
〃Oh； he has been working too hard！〃 was a reflection due to another shade of expression which Caroline could discern。
The stranger； on his part； could guess when the girl had spent Sunday in finishing a dress； and he felt an interest in the pattern。 As quarter…day came near he could see that her pretty face was clouded by anxiety； and he could guess when Caroline had sat up late at work； but above all； he noted how the gloomy thoughts that dimmed the cheerful and delicate features of her young face gradually vanished by degrees as their acquaintance ripened。 When winter had killed the climbers and plants of her window garden； and the window was kept closed； it was not without a smile of gentle amusement that the stranger observed the concentration of the light within； just at the level of Caroline's head。 The very small fire and the frosty red of the two women's faces betrayed the poverty of their home； but if ever his own countenance expressed regretful compassion； the girl proudly met it with assumed cheerfulness。
Meanwhile the feelings that had arisen in their hearts remained buried there； no incident occurring to reveal to either of them how deep and strong they were in the other； they had never even heard the sound of each other's voice。 These mute friends were even on their guard against any nearer acquaintance； as though it meant disaster。 Each seemed to fear lest it should bring on the other some grief more serious than those they felt tempted to share。 Was it shyness or friendship that checked them？ Was it a dread of meeting with selfishness； or the odious distrust which sunders all the residents within the walls of a populous city？ Did the voice of conscience warn them of approaching danger？ It would be impossible to explain the instinct which made them as much enemies as friends； at once indifferent and attached； drawn to each other by impulse； and severed by circumstance。 Each perhaps hoped to preserve a cherished illusion。 It might almost have been thought that the stranger feared lest he should hear some vulgar word from those lips as fresh and pure as a flower； and that Caroline felt herself unworthy of the mysterious personage who was evidently possessed of power and wealth。
As to Madame Crochard； that tender mother； almost angry at her daughter's persistent lack of decisiveness； now showed a sulky face to the 〃Black Gentleman；〃 on whom she had hitherto smiled with a sort of benevolent servility。 Never before had she complained so bitterly of being compelled； at her age； to do the cooking； never had her catarrh and her rheumatism wrung so many groans from her； finally； she could not； this winter； promise so many ells of net as Caroline had hitherto been able to count on。
Under these circumstances； and towards the end of December； at the time when bread was dearest； and that dearth of corn was beginning to be felt which made the year 1816 so hard on the poor； the stranger observed on the features of the girl whose name was still unknown to him； the painful traces of a secret sorrow which his kindest smiles could not dispel。 Before long he saw in Caroline's eyes the dimness attributed to long hours at night。 One night； towards the end of the month； the Gentleman in Black passed down the Rue du Tourniquet at the quite unwonted hour of one in the morning。 The perfect silence allowed of his hearing before passing the house the lachrymose voice of the old mother； and Caroline's even sadder tones； mingling with the swish of a shower of sleet。 He crept along as slowly as he could； and then； at the risk of being taken up by the police； he stood still below the window to hear the mother and daughter； while watching them through the largest of the holes in the yellow muslin curtains； which were eaten away by wear as a cabbage leaf is riddled by caterpillars。 The inquisitive stranger saw a sheet of paper on the table that stood between the two work…frames； and on which stood the lamp and the globes filled with water。 He at once identified it as a writ。 Madame Crochard was weeping； and Caroline's voice was thick； and had lost its sweet； caressing tone。
〃Why be so heartbroken； mother？ Monsieur Molineux will not sell us up or turn us out before I have finished this dress； only two nights more and I shall take it home to Madame Roguin。〃
〃And supposing she keeps you waiting as usual？And will the money for the gown pay the baker too？〃
The spectator of this scene had long practice in reading faces； he fancied he could discern that the mother's grief was as false as the daughter's was genuine； he turned away； and presently came back。 When he next peeped through the hole in the curtain； Madame Crochard was in bed。 The young needlewoman； bending over her frame； was embroidering with indefatigable diligence； on the table； with the writ lay a triangular hunch of bread； placed there； no doubt； to sustain her in the night and to remind her of the reward of her industry。 The stranger was tremulous with pity and sympathy； he threw his purse in through a cracked pane so that it should fall at the girl's feet； and then； without waiting to enjoy her surprise； he escaped； his cheeks tingling。
Next morning the shy and melancholy stranger went past with a look of deep preoccupation； but he could not escape Caroline's gratitude； she had opened her window and affected to be digging in the square window… box buried in snow； a pretext of which the clumsy ingenuity plainly told her benefactor that she had been resolved not to see him only through the pane。 Her eyes were full of tears as she bowed her head； as much as to say to her benefactor； 〃I can only repay you from my heart。〃
But the Gentleman in Black affected not to understand the meaning of this sincere gratitude。 In the evening； as he came by； Caroline was busy mending the window with a sheet of paper； and she smiled at him； showing her row of pearly teeth like a promise。 Thenceforth the Stranger went another way； and was no more seen in the Rue due Tourniquet。
It was one day early in the following May that； as Caroline was giving the roots of the honeysuckle a glass of water； one Saturday morning； she caught sight of a narrow strip of cloudless blue between the black lines of houses； and said to her mother：
〃Mamma； we must go to…morrow for a trip to Montmorency！〃
She had scarcely uttered the words； in a tone of glee； when the Gentleman in Black came by； sadder and more dejected than ever。 Caroline's innocent and ingratiating glance might have been taken for an invitation。 And； in fact； on the following day； when Madame Crochard； dressed in a pelisse of claret…colored merinos； a silk bonnet； and striped shawl of an imitation Indian pattern； came out to choose seats in a chaise at the corner of the Rue du Faubourg Saint… Denis and the Rue d'Enghien； there she found her Unknown standing like a man waiting for his wife。 A smile of pleasure lighted up the Stranger's face when his eye fell on Caroline； her neat feet shod in plum…colored prunella gaiters； and her white dress tossed by a breeze that would have been fatal to an ill…made woman； but which displayed her graceful form。 Her face； shaded by a rice…straw bonnet lined with pink silk； seemed to beam with a reflection from heaven； her broad； plum…colored belt set off a waist he could have spanned； her hair； parted in two brown bands over a forehead as white as snow； gave her an expression of innocence which no other feature contradicted。 Enjoyment seemed to have made Caroline as light as the straw of her hat； but when she saw the Gentleman in Black； radiant hope suddenly eclipsed her bright dress and her beauty。 The Stranger； who appeared to be in doubt； had not perhaps made up his mind to be the girl's escort for the day till this revelation of the delight she felt on seeing him。 He at once hired a vehicle with a fairly good horse； to drive to Saint…Leu…Taverny； and he offered Madame Crochard and her daughter seats by his side。 The mother accepted without ado； but presently； when they were already on the way to Saint…Denis； she was by way of having scruples； and made a few civil speeches as to the possible inconvenience two women might cause their companion。
〃Perhaps； monsieur； you wished to drive alone to Saint…Leu…Taverny；〃 said she； with affected simplicity。
Before long she complained of the heat； and especially of her cough； which； she said； had hindered her from closing her eyes all night； and by the time the carriage had reached Saint…Denis； Madame Crochard seemed to be fast asleep。 Her snores； indeed； seemed； to the Gentleman in Black； rather doubtfully genuine； and he frowned as he looked at the old woman with a very suspicious eye。
〃Oh； she is fast asleep；〃 said Caroline quilelessly； 〃she never ceased coughing all night。 She must be very tired。〃
Her companion made no reply； but he looked at the girl with a smile that seemed to say：
〃Poor child； you little know your mother！〃
However； in spite of his distrust； as the chaise made
