the duchesse de langeais-第4节
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〃She does not reckon years now；〃 the good man answered； with a simplicity that made the General shudder。
Next day before siesta； the confessor came to inform the French General that Sister Theresa and the Mother consented to receive him at the grating in the parlour before vespers。 The General spent the siesta in pacing to and fro along the quay in the noonday heat。 Thither the priest came to find him； and brought him to the convent by way of the gallery round the cemetery。 Fountains； green trees； and rows of arcading maintained a cool freshness in keeping with the place。
At the further end of the long gallery the priest led the way into a large room divided in two by a grating covered with a brown curtain。 In the first； and in some sort of public half of the apartment； where the confessor left the newcomer； a wooden bench ran round the wall； and two or three chairs； also of wood； were placed near the grating。 The ceiling consisted of bare unornamented joists and cross…beams of ilex wood。 As the two windows were both on the inner side of the grating； and the dark surface of the wood was a bad reflector； the light in the place was so dim that you could scarcely see the great black crucifix； the portrait of Saint Theresa； and a picture of the Madonna which adorned the grey parlour walls。 Tumultuous as the General's feelings were； they took something of the melancholy of the place。 He grew calm in that homely quiet。 A sense of something vast as the tomb took possession of him beneath the chill unceiled roof。 Here； as in the grave； was there not eternal silence； deep peacethe sense of the Infinite？ And besides this there was the quiet and the fixed thought of the cloistera thought which you felt like a subtle presence in the air； and in the dim dusk of the room； an all…pervasive thought nowhere definitely expressed； and looming the larger in the imagination； for in the cloister the great saying； 〃Peace in the Lord；〃 enters the least religious soul as a living force。
The monk's life is scarcely comprehensible。 A man seems confessed a weakling in a monastery； he was born to act； to live out a life of work； he is evading a man's destiny in his cell。 But what man's strength； blended with pathetic weakness； is implied by a woman's choice of the convent life！ A man may have any number of motives for burying himself in a monastery； for him it is the leap over the precipice。 A woman has but one motiveshe is a woman still； she betrothes herself to a Heavenly Bridegroom。 Of the monk you may ask； 〃Why did you not fight your battle？〃 But if a woman immures herself in the cloister； is there not always a sublime battle fought first？
At length it seemed to the General that that still room； and the lonely convent in the sea； were full of thoughts of him。 Love seldom attains to solemnity； yet surely a love still faithful in the breast of God was something solemn； something more than a man had a right to look for as things are in this nineteenth century？
The infinite grandeur of the situation might well produce an effect upon the General's mind； he had precisely enough elevation of soul to forget politics； honours； Spain； and society in Paris； and to rise to the height of this lofty climax。 And what in truth could be more tragic？ How much must pass in the souls of these two lovers； brought together in a place of strangers； on a ledge of granite in the sea； yet held apart by an intangible； unsurmountable barrier！ Try to imagine the man saying within himself； 〃Shall I triumph over God in her heart？〃 when a faint rustling sound made him quiver； and the curtain was drawn aside。
Between him and the light stood a woman。 Her face was hidden by the veil that drooped from the folds upon her head； she was dressed according to the rule of the order in a gown of the colour become proverbial。 Her bare feet were hidden； if the General could have seen them； he would have known how appallingly thin she had grown； and yet in spite of the thick folds of her coarse gown； a mere covering and no ornament； he could guess how tears； and prayer； and passion； and loneliness had wasted the woman before him。
An ice…cold hand； belonging； no doubt； to the Mother Superior； held back the curtain。 The General gave the enforced witness of their interview a searching glance； and met the dark； inscrutable gaze of an aged recluse。 The Mother might have been a century old； but the bright； youthful eyes belied the wrinkles that furrowed her pale face。
〃Mme la Duchesse；〃 he began； his voice shaken with emotion； 〃does your companion understand French？〃 The veiled figure bowed her head at the sound of his voice。
〃There is no duchess here；〃 she replied。 〃It is Sister Theresa whom you see before you。 She whom you call my companion is my mother in God； my superior here on earth。〃
The words were so meekly spoken by the voice that sounded in other years amid harmonious surroundings of refined luxury； the voice of a queen of fashion in Paris。 Such words from the lips that once spoke so lightly and flippantly struck the General dumb with amazement。
〃The Holy Mother only speaks Latin and Spanish；〃 she added。
〃I understand neither。 Dear Antoinette； make my excuses to her。〃
The light fell full upon the nun's figure； a thrill of deep emotion betrayed itself in a faint quiver of her veil as she heard her name softly spoken by the man who had been so hard in the past。
〃My brother；〃 she said； drawing her sleeve under her veil； perhaps to brush tears away； 〃I am Sister Theresa。〃
Then； turning to the Superior； she spoke in Spanish； the General knew enough of the language to understand what she said perfectly well； possibly he could have spoken it had he chosen to do so。
〃Dear Mother； the gentleman presents his respects to you； and begs you to pardon him if he cannot pay them himself； but he knows neither of the languages which you speak〃
The aged nun bent her head slowly； with an expression of angelic sweetness； enhanced at the same time by the consciousness of her power and dignity。
〃Do you know this gentleman？〃 she asked； with a keen glance。
〃Yes； Mother。〃
〃Go back to your cell； my daughter！〃 said the Mother imperiously。 The General slipped aside behind the curtain lest the dreadful tumult within him should appear in his face； even in the shadow it seemed to him that he could still see the Superior's piercing eyes。 He was afraid of her； she held his little； frail； hardly…won happiness in her hands； and he； who had never quailed under a triple row of guns； now trembled before this nun。 The Duchess went towards the door； but she turned back。
〃Mother；〃 she said； with dreadful calmness； 〃the Frenchman is one of my brothers。〃
〃Then stay； my daughter；〃 said the Superior； after a pause。
The piece of admirable Jesuitry told of such love and regret； that a man less strongly constituted might have broken down under the keen delight in the midst of a great and； for him； an entirely novel peril。 Oh！ how precious words； looks； and gestures became when love must baffle lynx eyes and tiger's claws！ Sister Theresa came back。
〃You see； my brother； what I have dared to do only to speak to you for a moment of your salvation and of the prayers that my soul puts up for your soul daily。 I am committing mortal sin。 I have told a lie。 How many days of penance must expiate that lie！
But I shall endure it for your sake。 My brother； you do not know what happiness it is to love in heaven； to feel that you can confess love purified by religion； love transported into the highest heights of all； so that we are permitted to lose sight of all but the soul。 If the doctrine and the spirit of the Saint to whom we owe this refuge had not raised me above earth's anguish； and caught me up and set me； far indeed beneath the Sphere wherein she dwells； yet truly above this world； I should not have seen you again。 But now I can see you； and hear your voice； and remain calm〃
The General broke in； 〃But； Antoinette； let me see you； you whom I love passionately； desperately； as you could have wished me to love you。〃
〃Do not call me Antoinette； I implore you。 Memories of the past hurt me。 You must see no one here but Sister Theresa； a creature who trusts in the Divine mercy。〃 She paused for a little； and then added； 〃You must control yourself； my brother。 Our Mother would separate us without pity if there is any worldly passion in your face； or if you allow the tears to fall from your eyes。〃
The General bowed his head to regain self…control； when he looked up again he saw her face beyond the gratingthe thin； white； but still impassioned face of the nun。 All the magic charm of youth that once bloomed there； all the fair contrast of velvet whiteness and the colour of the Bengal rose； had given place to a burning glow； as of a porcelain jar with a faint light shining through it。 The wonderful hair in which she took such pride had been shaven； there was a bandage round her forehead and about her face。 An ascetic life had left dark traces about the eyes； which still sometimes shot out fevered glances； their ordinary calm expression was but a veil。 In a few words； she was but the ghost of her former self。
〃Ah！ you that have come
