roads of destiny-第3节
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Thus for five days he travelled the great road； sleeping upon Nature's balsamic beds or in peasants' ricks； eating of their black； hospitable bread； drinking from streams or the willing cup of the goatherd。
At length he crossed a great bridge and set his foot within the smiling city that has crushed or crowned more poets than all the rest of the world。 His breath came quickly as Paris sang to him in a little undertone her vital chant of greetingthe hum of voice and foot and wheel。
High up under the eaves of an old house in the Rue Conti； David paid for lodging； and set himself； in a wooden chair； to his poems。 The street； once sheltering citizens of import and consequence； was now given over to those who ever follow in the wake of decline。
The houses were tall and still possessed of a ruined dignity； but many of them were empty save for dust and the spider。 By night there was the clash of steel and the cries of brawlers straying restlessly from inn to inn。 Where once gentility abode was now but a rancid and rude incontinence。 But here David found housing commensurate to his scant purse。 Daylight and candlelight found him at pen and paper。
One afternoon he was returning from a foraging trip to the lower world； with bread and curds and a bottle of thin wine。 Halfway up his dark stairway he metor rather came upon； for she rested on the stair a young woman of a beauty that should balk even the justice of a poet's imagination。 A loose； dark cloak； flung open； showed a rich gown beneath。 Her eyes changed swiftly with every little shade of thought。 Within one moment they would be round and artless like a child's； and long and cozening like a gypsy's。 One hand raised her gown； undraping a little shoe； high…heeled； with its ribbons dangling； untied。 So heavenly she was； so unfitted to stoop； so qualified to charm and command！ Perhaps she had seen David coming； and had waited for his help there。
Ah； would monsieur pardon that she occupied the stairway； but the shoe！the naughty shoe！ Alas！ it would not remain tied。 Ah！ if monsieur /would/ be so gracious！
The poet's fingers trembled as he tied the contrary ribbons。 Then he would have fled from the danger of her presence； but the eyes grew long and cozening； like a gypsy's； and held him。 He leaned against the balustrade； clutching his bottle of sour wine。
〃You have been so good；〃 she said； smiling。 〃Does monsieur； perhaps； live in the house？〃
〃Yes； madame。 II think so； madame。〃
〃Perhaps in the third story； then？〃
〃No； madame； higher up。〃
The lady fluttered her fingers with the least possible gesture of impatience。
〃Pardon。 Certainly I am not discreet in asking。 Monsieur will forgive me？ It is surely not becoming that I should inquire where he lodges。〃
〃Madame； do not say so。 I live in the〃
〃No； no； no； do not tell me。 Now I see that I erred。 But I cannot lose the interest I feel in this house and all that is in it。 Once it was my home。 Often I come here but to dream of those happy days again。 Will you let that be my excuse？〃
〃Let me tell you； then； for you need no excuse；〃 stammered the poet。 〃I live in the top floorthe small room where the stairs turn。〃
〃In the front room？〃 asked the lady； turning her head sidewise。
〃The rear； madame。〃
The lady sighed； as if with relief。
〃I will detain you no longer then； monsieur；〃 she said； employing the round and artless eye。 〃Take good care of my house。 Alas！ only the memories of it are mine now。 Adieu； and accept my thanks for your courtesy。〃
She was gone； leaving but a smile and a trace of sweet perfume。 David climbed the stairs as one in slumber。 But he awoke from it； and the smile and the perfume lingered with him and never afterward did either seem quite to leave him。 This lady of whom he knew nothing drove him to lyrics of eyes； chansons of swiftly conceived love； odes to curling hair； and sonnets to slippers on slender feet。
Poet he must have been； for Yvonne was forgotten； this fine； new loveliness held him with its freshness and grace。 The subtle perfume about her filled him with strange emotions。
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On a certain night three persons were gathered about a table in a room on the third floor of the same house。 Three chairs and the table and a lighted candle upon it was all the furniture。 One of the persons was a huge man； dressed in black。 His expression was one of sneering pride。 The ends of his upturned moustache reached nearly to his mocking eyes。 Another was a lady； young and beautiful； with eyes that could be round and artless； as a child's； or long and cozening； like a gypsy's； but were now keen and ambitious； like any other conspirator's。 The third was a man of action； a combatant； a bold and impatient executive； breathing fire and steel。 he was addressed by the others as Captain Desrolles。
This man struck the table with his fist； and said； with controlled violence：
〃To…night。 To…night as he goes to midnight mass。 I am tired of the plotting that gets nowhere。 I am sick of signals and ciphers and secret meetings and such /baragouin/。 Let us be honest traitors。 If France is to be rid of him； let us kill in the open； and not hunt with snares and traps。 To…night； I say。 I back my words。 My hand will do the deed。 To…night； as he goes to mass。〃
The lady turned upon him a cordial look。 Woman； however wedded to plots； must ever thus bow to rash courage。 The big man stroked his upturned moustache。
〃Dear captain；〃 he said； in a great voice； softened by habit； 〃this time I agree with you。 Nothing is to be gained by waiting。 Enough of the palace guards belong to us to make the endeavour a safe one。〃
〃To…night；〃 repeated Captain Desrolles； again striking the table。 〃You have heard me； marquis； my hand will do the deed。〃
〃But now；〃 said the huge man； softly； 〃comes a question。 Word must be sent to our partisans in the palace； and a signal agreed upon。 Our stanchest men must accompany the royal carriage。 At this hour what messenger can penetrate so far as the south doorway？ Ribouet is stationed there； once a message is placed in his hands； all will go well。〃
〃I will send the message；〃 said the lady。
〃You； countess？〃 said the marquis； raising his eyebrows。 〃Your devotion is great； we know； but〃
〃Listen！〃 exclaimed the lady； rising and resting her hands upon the table； 〃in a garret of this house lives a youth from the provinces as guileless and tender as the lambs he tended there。 I have met him twice or thrice upon the stairs。 I questioned him； fearing that he might dwell too near the room in which we are accustomed to meet。 He is mine； if I will。 He writes poems in his garret； and I think he dreams of me。 He will do what I say。 He shall take the message to the palace。〃
The marquis rose from his chair and bowed。 〃You did not permit me to finish my sentence； countess；〃 he said。 〃I would have said： 'Your devotion is great； but your wit and charm are infinitely greater。'〃
While the conspirators were thus engaged； David was polishing some lines addressed to his /amorette d'escalier/。 He heard a timorous knock at his door； and opened it； with a great throb； to behold her there； panting as one in straits； with eyes wide open and artless； like a child's。
〃Monsieur；〃 she breathed； 〃I come to you in distress。 I believe you to be good and true； and I know of no other help。 How I flew through the streets among the swaggering men！ Monsieur； my mother is dying。 My uncle is a captain of guards in the palace of the king。 Some one must fly to bring him。 May I hope〃
〃Mademoiselle；〃 interrupted Davis； his eyes shining with the desire to do her service； 〃your hopes shall be my wings。 Tell me how I may reach him。〃
The lady thrust a sealed paper into his hand。
〃Go to the south gatethe south gate； mindand say to the guards there； 'The falcon has left his nest。' They will pass you； and you will go to the south entrance to the palace。 Repeat the words； and give this letter to the man who will reply 'Let him strike when he will。' This is the password； monsieur； entrusted to me by my uncle； for now when the country is disturbed and men plot against the king's life； no one without it can gain entrance to the palace grounds after nightfall。 If you will； monsieur； take him this letter so that my mother may see him before she closes her eyes。〃
〃Give it me；〃 said David； eagerly。 〃But shall I let you return home through the streets alone so late？ I〃
〃No； nofly。 Each moment is like a precious jewel。 Some time；〃 said the lady； with eyes long and cozening； like a gypsy's； 〃I will try to thank you for your goodness。〃
The poet thrust the letter into his breast； and bounded down the stairway。 The lady； when he was gone； returned to the room below。
The eloquent eyebrows of the marquis interrogated her。
〃He is gone；〃 she said； 〃as fleet and stupid as one of his own sheep； to deliver it。〃
The table shook again from the batter of Captain Desrolles's fist。
〃Sacred name！〃 he cried； 〃I have left my pistols behind！ I can trust no others。〃
〃Take this；〃 said the marquis； drawing from beneath his cloak a shining； great weapon； ornamented with carven silver。 〃There are none truer。 But guard it closely； for it bears my arms and crest； and already I am suspected。 Me； I mus
