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MONSIEUR,MADAMEANDBEBE
ByGUSTAVEDROZ
Antoine-GustaveDrozwasborninParis,June9,1832.HewasthesonofJules-AntoineDroz,acelebratedFrenchsculptor,andgrandsonofJeanPierreDroz,masterofthemintandmedalistundertheDirectoire.ThefamilyisofSwissorigin.GustaveenteredL'EcoledesBeauxArtsandbecamequiteanotedartist,comingoutintheSalonof1857withthe
painting'L'OboledeCesar'.Healsoexhibitedalittlelatervarious'tableauxdegenre':'Buffetdechemindefer'(1863),'AlaSacristie'and'UnSuccesdeSalon'(1864),'MonsieurleCure,vousavezRaison'and'UnFroidSec'(1865).
Towardthisperiod,however,heabandonedtheartofpaintingandlaunchedonthecareerofanauthor,contributingunderthenameofGustaveZ....to'LaVieParisienne'.Hisarticlesfoundgreatfavor,heshowedhimselfanexquisiteraconteur,asharpobserverofintimatefamilylife,andamostpenetratinganalyst.Theverygallantsketches,laterreunitedin'Monsieur,Madame,etBebe'(1866),andcrownedbytheAcademy,havegonethroughmanyeditions.'Entrenous'(1867)and'UneFemmegenante',arewritteninthesamehumorousstrain,andprocuredhim
manyadmirersbythevivaciousandsparklingrepresentationsofbachelorandconnubiallife.However,Drozknowsverywellwheretodrawtheline,andhasformallydisavowedalasciviousnovelpublishedinBelgium--'UnEtealacampagne',often,buterroneously,attributedtohim.
ItseemsthatGustaveDrozlaterjoinedthepessimisticcamp.Hisworks,atleast,indicateotherqualitiesthanthosewhichgainedforhimthefavorofthereadingpublic.Hebecomesamoreingeniousromancer,amoredelicatepsychologist.Ifsomeofhissketchesarerealistic,wemustconsiderthatrealismisnotintended'pourlesjeunesfillesdu
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pensiannat'.
Besidetheworksmentionedintheabovetext,GustaveDrozwrote:'LeCahierbleudeMademoiselleCibot(1868),'Auteurd'uneSource(1869),'UnPaquetdeLettres'(1870),'Babolain'(1872),'LesEtangs'(1875),'TristessesetSourires(1883),andL'Enfant(1884).
HediedinParis,October22,1895.
CAMILLEDOUCETdel'AcademieFrancaise.
CHAPTERI
MYFIRSTSUPPERPARTY
ThedeviltakemeifIcanrememberhername,notwithstandingIdearlylovedher,thecharminggirl!
Itisstrangehowrichwefindourselveswhenwerummageinolddrawers;
howmanyforgottensighs,howmanyprettylittletrinkets,broken,old-fashioned,anddusty,wecomeacross.Butnomatter.Iwasnoweighteen,and,uponmyhonor,veryunsuspecting.Itwasinthearmsofthatdear--Ihavehernameatthetipofmytongue,itendedin"ine"--itwasinherarms,thedearchild,thatImurmuredmyfirstwordsoflove,whileIwasclosetoherroundedshoulder,whichhadaprettylittlemole,whereIimprintedmyfirstkiss.Iadoredher,andshereturnedmyaffection.
IreallythinkIshouldhavemarriedher,andthatcheerfully,Icanassureyou,ifithadnotbeenthatoncertaindetailsofmoralweaknessherpastlifeinspiredmewithdoubts,andherpresentwithuneasiness.Nomanisperfect;Iwasatriflejealous.
Well,oneevening--itwasChristmaseve--IcalledtotakehertosupperwithafriendofminewhomIesteemedmuch,andwhobecameanexaminingmagistrate,Idonotknowwhere,butheisnowdead.
Iwentupstairstotheroomofthesweetgirl,andwasquitesurprisedtofindherreadytostart.Shehadon,Iremember,asquare-cutbodice,alittletoolowtomytaste,butitbecamehersowellthatwhensheembracedmeIwastemptedtosay:"Isay,pet,supposeweremainhere";butshetookmyarm,hummingafavoriteairofhers,andwesoonfoundourselvesinthestreet.
Youhaveexperienced,haveyounot,thisfirstjoyoftheyouthwhoat
oncebecomesamanwhenhehashissweetheartonhisarm?Hetremblesathisboldness,andscentsonthemorrowthepaternalrod;yetallthesefearsaredissipatedinthepresenceoftheineffablehappinessofthemoment.Heisfree,heisaman,heloves,heisloved,heisconsciousthatheistakingaforwardstepinlife.HewouldlikeallParistoseehimthus,yetheisafraidofbeingrecognized;hewouldgivehislittlefingertogrowthreehairsonhisupperlip,andtohaveawrinkleonhisbrow,tobeabletosmokeacigarwithoutbeingsick,andtopolishoffaglassofpunchwithoutcoughing.
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Whenwereachedmyfriend's,theaforesaidexaminingmagistrate,wefoundanumerouscompany;fromtheanteroomwecouldhearburstsoflaughter,noisyconversation,accompaniedbytheclatterofplateandcrockery,whichwasbeingplaceduponthetable.Iwasalittleexcited;IknewthatIwastheyoungestoftheparty,andIwasafraidofappearingawkwardonthatnightofrevelry.Isaidtomyself:"Oldboy,youmustfacethemusic,dothegrand,andtakeyourliquorlikealittleman;yoursweetheartishere,andhereyesarefixedonyou."Theidea,however,thatImightbeillnextmorningdidindeedtroubleme;inmymind'seye,Isawmypoormotherbringingmeacupoftea,andweepingovermyexcesses,butIchasedawayallsuchthoughtsandreallyallwentwelluptillsuppertime.Mysweethearthadbeenpulledaboutalittle,nodoubt;oneortwomenhadevenkissedherundermyverynose,butIatoncesetdownthesedetailstotheprofitandlosscolumn,andinallsincerityIwasproudandhappy.
"Myyoungfriends,"suddenlyexclaimedourhost,"itistimetouseyourforksvigorously.Letusadjourntothediningroom."
Joyfulshoutsgreetedthesewords,and,amidgreatdisorder,theguestsarrangedthemselvesroundthetable,ateachendofwhichInoticedtwoplatesfilledupwiththosebigcigarsofwhichIcouldnotsmokeaquarterwithouthavingafitofcoldshivers.
"Thosecigarswillleadtoacatastrophe,ifIdon'tuseprudenceanddissemble,"saidItomyself.
Idonotknowhowitwas,butmysweetheartfoundherselfseatedontheleftofthehost.Ididnotlikethat,butwhatcouldIsay?Andthen,thesaidhost,withhistwenty-fivesummers,hismoustachecurledupattheends,andhisself-assurance,seemedtomethemostideal,themostastoundingofyoungdevils,andIfeltforhimashadeofrespect.
"Well,"hesaid,withcaptivatingvolubility,"youarefeelingyourselfathome,areyounot?Youknowanyguestwhofeelsuncomfortableinhiscoatmaytakeitoff...andtheladies,too.Ha!ha!ha!That'sthewaytomakeone'sselfhappy,isitnot,mylittledears?"
Andbeforehehadfinishedlaughingheprintedakissrightandleftonthenecksofhistwoneighbors,oneofwhom,asIhavealreadysaid,wasmybeloved.
Theill-breddog!Ifeltmyhairriseonendandmyfaceglowlikered-hotiron.Fortherest,everybodyburstoutlaughing,andfromthatmomentthesupperwentonwithincreasedanimation.
"Myyoungfriends,"wastheremarkofthatinfernalexaminingmagistrate,"letusattackthecoldmeat,thesausages,theturkey,thesalad;letusatthecakes,thecheese,theoysters,andthegrapes;letusattackthewholeshow.Waiter,drawthecorksandwewilleatupeverythingatonce,eh,mycherubs?Noceremony,nofalsedelicacy.Thisisfinefun;
itisOriental,itissplendid.InthecentreofAfricaeverybodyactsinthismanner.Wemustintroducepoetryintoourpleasures.Passmesomecheesewithmyturkey.Ha!ha!ha!Ifeelqueer,Iamwild,Iamcrazy,amInot,pets?"Andhebestowedtwomorekisses,asbefore.IfIhadnotbeenalreadydrunk,uponmyhonor,Ishouldhavemadeascene.
Iwasstupid.Aroundmetheywerelaughing,shouting,singing,andrattlingtheirplates.Aracketofpoppingcorksandbreakingglassesbuzzedinmyears,butitseemedtomethatacloudhadrisenbetweenmeandtheouterworld;aveilseparatedmefromtheotherguests,and,
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inspiteoftheevidenceofmysenses,IthoughtIwasdreaming.Icoulddistinguish,however,thoughinaconfusedmanner,theanimatedglancesandheightenedcoloroftheguests,and,aboveall,adisorderquitenewtomeinthetoilettesoftheladies.Evenmysweetheartappearedtohavechanged.Suddenly--itwasasaflashoflightning--mybeloved,myangel,myideal,shewhomthatverymorningIwasreadytomarry,leanedtowardtheexaminingmagistrateand--Istillfeelthecoldshudder--devouredthreetruffleswhichwereonhisplate.
Iexperiencedkeenanguish;itseemedtomeasifmyheartwerebreakingjustthen.
Heremyrecollectionscease.WhatthentookplaceIdonotknow.AllIrememberisthatsomeonetookmehomeinacab.Ikeptasking:"Whereisshe?Where?Oh,where?"
Iwastoldthatshehadlefttwohoursbefore.ThenextmorningIexperiencedakeensenseofdespairwhenthetrufflesoftheexaminingmagistratecamebacktomind.ForamomentIhadavagueideaofenteringuponholyorders,buttime--youknowwhatitis--calmedmytroubledbreast.Butwhatthedevilwashername?Itendedin"ine."Indeed,no,Ibelieveitendedin"a."
CHAPTERII
THESOULINAGONY.
TOMONSIEURCLAUDEDEL--------
SeminaryofP------sur-C-------
(Haute-Saone).
Itaffordsmeunspeakablepleasuretositdowntoaddressyou,dear
Claude.MustItellyouthatIcannotthinkwithoutpiousemotionofthatlifewhichbutyesterdaywewereleadingtogetherattheJesuits'College.HowwellIrememberourlongtalksunderthegreattrees,thepiouspilgrimageswedailymadetotheFatherSuperior'sCalvary,ourcharmingreadings,thedartingforthofourtwosoulstowardtheeternalsourceofallgreatnessandallgoodness.Icanstillseethelittlechapelwhichyoufitteduponedayinyourdesk,theprettywaxtaperswemadeforit,whichwelightedonedayduringthecosmographyclass.
Oh,sweetrecollections,howdearyouaretome!Charmingdetailsofacalmandholylife,withwhathappinessdoIrecallyou!Timeinseparatingyoufrommeseemsonlytohavebroughtyounearerinrecollection.Ihaveseenlife,alas!duringthesesixlongmonths,but,
inacquiringaknowledgeoftheworld,Ihavelearnedtolovestillmoretheinnocentignoranceofmypastexistence.Wiserthanmyself,youhaveremainedintheserviceoftheLord;youhaveunderstoodthedivinemissionwhichhadbeenreservedforyou;youhavebeenunwillingtostepovertheprofanethresholdandtoentertheworld,thatcavern,Ioughttosay,inwhichIamnowassailed,tossedaboutlikeafrailbarkduringatempest.Nay,theangerofthewavesoftheseacomparedtothatofthepassionsismerechild'splay.Happyfriend,whoartignorantofwhatIhavelearned.Happyfriend,whoseeyeshavenotyetmeasuredtheabyssintowhichminearealreadysunk.
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ButwhatwasItodo?WasInotobliged--despitemyvocationandthetenderfriendshipwhichcalledmetoyourside--wasInotobliged,Isay,tosubmittotheexigenciesimposedbythenameIbear,andalsotothewillofmyfather,whodestinedmeforamilitarycareerinordertodefendanoblecausewhichyoutoowoulddefend?Inshort,IobeyedandquittedthecollegeoftheFathersnevertoreturnagain.
Iwentintotheworld,myheartchargedwiththesalutaryfearswhichourpiouseducationhadcausedtogrowupthere.Iadvancedcautiously,butverysoonrecoiledhorror-stricken.Iameighteen;Iamstillyoung,Iknow,butIhavealreadyreflectedmuch,whiletheexperienceofmypiousinstructorshasimpartedtomysoulaprecociousmaturitywhichenablesmetojudgeofmanythings;besidesmyfaithissofirmlyestablishedandsodeeplyrootedinmybeing,thatIcanlookaboutmewithoutdanger.Idonotfearformyownsalvation,butIamshockedwhenIthinkofthefutureofourmodernsociety,andIpraytheLordfervently,fromaheartuntaintedbysin,nottoturnawayHiscountenanceinwrathfromourunhappycountry.Evenhere,attheseatofmycousin,theMarchionessK------deC------,whereIamatthepresentmoment,Icandiscovernothingbutfrivolityamongthemen,anddangerouscoquetryamongthewomen.TheperniciousatmosphereoftheperiodseemstopervadeeventhehighestrankoftheFrencharistocracy.Sometimesdiscussionsoccuronmatterspertainingtoscienceandmorals,whichaim
akindofindirectblowatreligionitself,ofwhichourHolyFatherthePopeshouldalonebecalledontodecide.InthiswayGodpermits,atthepresentday,certainpettysavants,flat-headedmenofscience,toexplaininanovelfashiontheoriginofhumanity,and,despitetheexcommunicationwhichwillcertainlyovertakethem,tothrowdownawildandimpiouschallengeatthemostvenerabletraditions.
Ihavenotmyselfdesiredtobeenlightenedinregardtosuchbasedepravity,butIhaveheardwithpoignantgriefmenwithgreatmindsandillustriousnamesattachsomeimportancetoit.
Astomannersandcustoms,theyare,withoutbeingimmoral,whichwouldbeoutofthequestioninoursociety,distinguishedbyafrivolityanda
facultyforbeingcarriedawaywithallurementswhichareshockingintheextreme.Iwillonlygiveyouasingleexampleofthis,althoughitisonethathasstruckmemostforcibly.
Tenminutes'walkfromthehousethereisacharminglittlestreamovershadowedbyspreadingwillows;thecurrentisslight,thewaterpellucid,andthebedcoveredwithsandsofinethatone'sfeetsinkintoitlikeacarpet.Now,wouldyoubelieveit,dearfriend,that,inthishotweather,allthosestayingatthehousegoatthesametime,together,and,withoutdistinctionofsex,batheinit?Asimplegarmentofthinstuff,andverytight,somewhatimperfectlyscreensthestrangelydaringmodestyoftheladies.Forgiveme,mypiousfriend,forenteringintoallthesedetails,andfortroublingthepeacefulnessofyoursoul
bythispictureofworldlyscenes,butIpromisedtosharewithyoumyimpressions,aswellasmymostsecretthoughts.ItisasacredcontractwhichIamfulfilling.
Iwill,therefore,acknowledgethatthesebathingscenesshockedmegreatly,thefirsttimeIheardthemspokenof.Iresenteditwithaspeciesofdisgusteasytounderstand,whileIpositivelyrefusedtotakepartinthem.Tospeakthetruth,Iwaschafedalittle;still,theseworldlyrailleriescouldnottouchme,andhadnoeffectonmydetermination.
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Yesterday,however,aboutfiveintheafternoon,theMarchionesssentforme,andmanagedtheaffairsoneatly,thatitwasimpossibleformenottoactasherescort.
Westarted.ThemaidcarriedthebathingcostumesbothoftheMarchionessandofmysister,whowastojoinuslater.
"Iknow,"saidmycousin,"thatyouswimwell;thefameofyourabilitieshasreachedusherefromyourcollege.Youaregoingtoteachmetofloat,eh,Robert?"
"Idonotsetmuchstorebysuchpaltryphysicalacquirements,cousin,"Ireplied;"Iswimfairly,nothingmore."
AndIturnedmyheadtoavoidanextremelypenetratingaromawithwhichherhairwasimpregnated.YouknowverywellthatIamsubjecttonervousattacks.
"But,mydearchild,physicaladvantagesarenotsomuchtobedespised."
This"dearchild"displeasedmemuch.Mycousinistwenty-six,itistrue,butIamnolonger,properlyspeaking,a"dearchild,"andbesides,itdenotedafamiliaritywhichIdidnotcarefor.Itwas,onthepart
oftheMarchioness,oneoftheconsequencesofthatfrivolityofmind,thatcarelessnessofspeechwhichImentionedabove,andnothingmore;still,Iwasshockedatit.Shewenton:
"Exaggeratedmodestyisnotgoodforminsociety,"shesaid,turningtowardmewithasmile."Youwill,intime,makeaveryhandsomecavalier,mydearRobert,andthatwhichyounowlackiseasytoacquire.Forinstance,youshouldhaveyourhairdressedbytheMarquis'svalet.Hewilldoitadmirably,andthenyouwillbecharming."
Youmustunderstand,mydearClaude,thatImettheseadvanceswithafrigidityofmannerthatleftnodoubtastomyintentions.
"Irepeat,mycousin,"saidItoher,"Iattachtoallthisverylittleimportance,"andIemphasizedmywordsbyafirmandicylook.Thenonly,forIhadnotbeforecastmyeyesonher,didInoticethepeculiareleganceofhertoilette,aneleganceforwhich,unhappily,theperishablebeautyofherpersonservedasapretextandanencouragement.
Herarmswerebare,andherwristscoveredwithbracelets;theupperpartofherneckwasinsufficientlyveiledbythetooslightfabricofatransparentgauze;inshort,thedesiretopleasewasdisplayedinherbyallthedetailsofherappearance.Iwasstirredattheaspectofsomuchfrivolity,andIfeltmyselfblushforpity,almostforshame.
Wereached,atlength,thevergeofthestream.Sheloosedmyarmand
unceremoniouslysliddown,Icannotsayseatedherself,uponthegrass,throwingbackthelongcurlsdependingfromherchignon.Thewordchignon,inthelanguageofsociety,denotesthatprominenceofthecraniumwhichistobeseenatthebackofladies'heads.Itisproducedbymakingcoilsorplaitsoftheirlonghair.Ihavecausetobelieve,fromcertainallusionsIhaveheard,thatmanyofthesechignonsarenotnatural.Therearewomen,mostworthydaughtersofEve,whopurchaseforgoldthehair--horyescoreferens--ofthewretchedorthedead.Itsickensone.
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"Itisexcessivelyhot,mydearcousin,"saidshe,fanningherself."ItrembleeverymomentinsuchweatherlestMonsieurdeBeaurenard'snoseshouldexplodeorcatchfire.Ha,ha,ha.UponmywordofhonorIdo."
Sheexplodedwithlaughteratthisjoke,anunbecomingone,andwithoutmuchpoint.MonsieurdeBeaurenardisafriendoftheMarquis,whohappenstohaveahighcolor.Outofpoliteness,Iforcedasmile,whichshe,nodoubt,tookforapprobation,forshethenlaunchedoutintoconversation--anindescribableflowofchatter,blendingthemostprofanesentimentswiththestrangestreligiousideas,thequietofthecountrywiththewhirlofsociety,andallthiswithafreedomofgesture,acharmofexpression,asubtletyofglance,andaspeciesofearthlypoesy,bywhichanyothersoulthanminewouldhavebeenseduced.
"Thisisaprettyspot,thischarminglittlenook,isitnot?"
"Certainly,mydearcousin."
"Andtheseoldwillowswiththeirlargetopsoverhangingthestream;seehowthefield-flowersclustergaylyabouttheirbatteredtrunks!Howstrange,too,thatyoungfoliage,soelegant,sosilvery,thosebranchessoslenderandsosupple!Somuchelegance,freshnessandyouthshootingupfromthatoldtrunkwhichseemsasifaccursed!"
"Goddoesnotcurseavegetable,mycousin."
"Thatispossible;butIcannothelpfindinginwillowssomethingwhichissuggestiveofhumanity.Perpetualoldageresemblespunishment.Thatoldreprobateofthebankthereisexpiatingandsuffering,thatoldQuasimodoofthefields.WhatwouldyouthatIshoulddoaboutit,mycousin,forthatistheimpressionthatitgivesme?Whatistheretotellmethatthewillowisnotthefinalincarnationofanimpenitentangler?"Andsheburstoutlaughing.
"Thosearepaganideas,andassucharesoopposedtothedogmasoffaith,thatIamobliged,inordertoexplaintheircomingfromyour
mouth,tosupposethatyouaretryingtomakeafoolofme."
"Nottheleastintheworld;Iamnotmakingfunofyou,mydearRobert.Youarenotababy,youknow!Come,goandgetreadyforaswim;Iwillgointomydressing-tentanddothesame."
Shesalutedmewithherhand,assheliftedoneofthesidesofthetent,withunmistakablecoquetry.Whatastrangemysteryistheheartofwoman!
Isoughtoutaspotshadedbythebushes,thinkingoverthesethings;butitwasnotlongbeforeIhadgotintomybathingcostume.Ithoughtofyou,mypiousfriend,asIwasbuttoningtheneckandthewristsofthis
conventionalgarment.HowmanytimeshaveyounothelpedmetoexecutethislittletaskaboutwhichIwassoawkward.Briefly,Ienteredthewaterandwasabouttostrikeoutwhenthesoundofthemarchioness'svoiceassailedmyears.Shewastalkingwithhermaidinsidethetent.Istoppedandlistened;notoutofguiltycuriosity,Icanassureyou,butoutofasincerewishtobecomebetteracquaintedwiththatsoul.
"No,no,Julie,"themarchionesswassaying."No,no;Iwon'thearyousayanymoreaboutthatfrightfulwaterproofcap.Thewatergetsinsideanddoesnotcomeout.Twistupmyhairinanet;nothingmoreis
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required."
"Yourladyship'shairwillgetwet."
"Thenyoucanpowderit.Nothingisbetterfordryingthanpowder.Andso,Ishallwearmylightbluedressthisevening;blondpowderwillgowithitexactly.Mychild,youarebecomingfoolish.Itoldyoutoshortenmybathingcostume,bytakingitupattheknees.Justseewhatitlookslike!"
"Iwasfearfulthatyourladyshipwouldfindittootightforswimming."
"Tight!Thenwhyhaveyoutakenitinthreegoodinchesjusthere?Seehowitwrinklesup;itisridiculous,don'tyouseeit,mygirl,don'tyouseeit?"
Thesidesofthetentweremoved;andIguessedthatmycousinwassomewhatimpatientlyassumingthecostumeinquestion,inorderthebettertopointoutitsdefectstohermaid.
"Idon'twanttolookasifIwerewoundupinasheet,butyetIwanttobeleftfreedomofaction.Youcannotgetitintoyourhead,Julie,thatthismaterialwillnotstretch.YouseenowthatIstoopalittle-Ah!youseeitatlast,that'swell."
Weakminds!Isitnottrue,mypiousfriend,thattherearethosewhocanbeabsorbedbysuchsmallmatters?IfindthesepreoccupationstobesofrivolousthatIwaspainedatbeingeventheinvoluntaryrecipientofthem,andIsplashedthewaterwithmyhandstoannouncemypresenceandputastoptoaconversationwhichshockedme.
"Iamcomingtoyou,Robert;getintothewater.Hasyoursisterarrivedyet?"saidmycousin,raisinghervoice;thensoftly,andaddressinghermaid,sheadded:"Yes,ofcourse,laceittightly.Iwantsupport."
Onesideofthetentwasraised,andmyrelativeappeared.IknownotwhyIshuddered,asifattheapproachofsomedanger.Sheadvancedtwo
orthreestepsonthefinesand,drawingfromherfingersasshedidso,thegoldringsshewasaccustomedtowear;thenshestopped,handedthemtoJulie,and,withamovementwhichIcanseenow,butwhichitisimpossibleformetodescribetoyou,kickedoffintothegrasstheslippers,withredbows,whichenvelopedherfeet.
Shehadonlytakenthreepaces,butitsufficedtoenablemetoremarkthesingularityofhergait.Shewalkedwithshort,timidsteps,herbarearmsclosetohersides.
Shehaddivestedherselfofalltheoutwardtokensofawoman,savethetressesofherhair,whichwererolledupinanet.Asfortherest,shewasacomical-lookingyoungman,atonceslenderyetafflictedbyan
unnaturalplumpness,oneofthosebeingswhoappeartousindreams,andinthedeliriumoffever,oneofthosecreaturestowardwhomanunknownpowerattractsus,andwhoresembleangelstoonearlynottobedemons.
"Well,Robert,ofwhatareyouthinking?Givemeyourhandandhelpmetogetintothewater."
Shedippedthetoesofherarchedfootintothepellucidstream.
"Thisalwaysgivesonealittleshock,butthewateroughttobe
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delightfulto-day,"saidshe."Butwhatisthematterwithyou?--yourhandshakes.Youareachillymortal,cousin."
Thefactis,Iwasnottremblingeitherthroughfearorcold;butonapproachingtheMarchioness,thesharpperfumewhichemanatedfromherhairwenttomyhead,andwithmydelicatenervesyouwillreadilyunderstandthatIwasabouttofaint.Imasteredthissensation,however.Shetookafirmgripofmyhand,asonewouldclasptheknobofacaneorthebanisterofastair,andweadvancedintothestreamsidebyside.
Asweadvancedthestreambecamedeeper.TheMarchioness,asthewaterrosehigher,gaveventtolowcriesoffearresemblingthehissofaserpent;thenshebrokeoutintoringingburstsoflaughter,anddrewcloserandclosertome.Finally,shestopped,andturningshelookedstraightintomyeyes.Ifeltthenthatmomentwasasolemnone.Ithoughtahiddenprecipicewasconcealedatmyfeet,myheartthrobbedasifitwouldburst,andmyheadseemedtobeonfire.
"Comenow,teachmetofloatonmyback,Robert.Legsstraightandextended,armsclosetothebody,that'stheway,isitnot?"
"Yes,mydearcousin,andmoveyourhandsgentlyunderyou."
"Verygood;heregoes,then.One,two,three-off!Oh,whatalittlegooseIam,I'mafraid!Ohcousin,supportme,justalittlebit."
ThatwasthemomentwhenIoughttohavesaidtoher:"No,Madame,Iamnotthemantosupportcoquettes,andIwillnot."ButIdidnotdaresaythat;mytongueremainedsilent,andIpassedmyarmroundtheMarchioness'swaist,inordertosupporthermoreeasily.
Alas!Ihadmadeamistake;perhapsanirreparableone.
InthatsuprememomentitwasbuttootruethatIadoredherseductivecharms.Letmecutitshort.WhenIheldherthusitseemedtomethatallthebloodinmybodyrushedbacktomyheart--adeadlythrillran
througheverylimb--fromshameandindignation,nodoubt;myvisionbecameobscure;itseemedasifmysoulwasleavingmybody,andIfellforwardfainting,anddraggedherdowntothebottomofthewaterinamortalclutch.
Iheardaloudcry.Ifeltherarmsinterlacemyneck,herclenchedfingerssinkdeepintomyflesh,andallwasover.Ihadlostconsciousness.
WhenIcametomyselfIwaslyingonthegrass.Juliewaschafingmyhands,andtheMarchioness,inherbathing-dress,whichwasstreamingwithwater,washoldingavinaigrettetomynose.Shelookedatmeseverely,althoughinherglancetherewasashadeofpleased
satisfaction,theimportofwhichescapedme.
"Baby!yougreatbaby!"saidshe.
Nowthatyouknowallthefacts,mypiousfriend,bestowonmethefavorofyourcounsel,andthankheaventhatyouliveremotefromsceneslikethese.
Withheartandsoul,Yoursincerefriend,
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ItispossiblethatyouknowMadamedeK.;ifthisbeso,Icongratulateyou,forsheisaveryremarkableperson.Herfaceispretty,buttheydonotsayofher,"Ah,whataprettywoman!"Theysay:"MadamedeK.?Ah!tobesure,afinewoman!"Doyouperceivethedifference?itiseasytograspit.Thatwhichcharmsinherislesswhatoneseesthanwhatoneguessesat.Ah!tobesure,afinewoman!Thatiswhatissaidafterdinnerwhenwehavedinedatherhouse,andwhenherhusband,whounfortunatelyisinbadhealthanddoesnotsmoke,hasgonetofetchcigarsfromhisdesk.Itissaidinalowtone,asthoughinconfidence;butfromthisaffectedreserve,itiseasytoreadconvictiononthepartofeachoftheguests.Theladiesinthedrawingroomdonotsuspectthecharmingfreedomwhichcharacterizesthegossipofthegentlemenwhentheyhavegoneintothesmoking-roomtopufftheircigarsoveracupofcoffee.
"Yes,yes,sheisaveryfinewoman."
"Ah!thedeuce,expansivebeauty,opulent."
"ButpoorDeK.makesmefeelanxious;hedoesnotseemtogetanybetter.Doesitnotalarmyou,Doctor?"
Everyonesmiles'subrosa'attheideathatpoorDeK.,whohasgonetofetchcigars,pinesawayvisibly,whilehiswifeissowell.
"Heisfoolish;heworkstoohard,asIhavetoldhim.Hispositionattheministry--thanks,Inevertakesugar."
"But,really,itisserious,forafterallheisnotstrong,"venturesaguest,gravely,bitinghislipsmeanwhiletokeepfromlaughing.
"Ithinkeventhatwithinthelastyearherbeautyhasdeveloped,"saysalittlegentleman,stirringhiscoffee.
"DeK.'sbeauty?Inevercouldseeit."
"Idon'tsaythat."
"Excuseme,youdid;isitnotso,Doctor?"
"Forsooth!"--"Hownow!Come,letusmakethedistinction."--"Ha,ha,
ha!"Andthereisaburstofthatheartylaughterwhichmenaffecttoassistdigestion.Theiceisbroken,theydrawclosertoeachotherandcontinueinlowtones:
"Shehasafineneck!forwhensheturnedjustnowitlookedasifithadbeensculptured."
"Herneck,herneck!butwhatofherhands,herarmsandhershoulders!DidyouseeheratLeon'sballafortnightago?Aqueen,mydearfellow,aRomanempress.Neck,shoulders,arms--"
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"Andalltherest,"hazardssomeone,lookingdownintohiscup.Alllaughheartily,andthegoodDeK.comesinwithaboxofcigarswhichlookexceptional.
"Hereyouare,myfriends,"hesays,coughingslightly,"butletmerecommendyoutosmokecarefully."
IhaveoftendinedwithmyfriendDeK.,andIhavealways,oralmostalways,heardaconversationsimilartothepreceding.ButImustavowthattheeveningonwhichIheardtheimpertinentremarkofthisgentlemanIwasparticularlyshocked;first,becauseDeK.ismyfriend,andinthesecondplacebecauseIcannotendurepeoplewhospeakofthatofwhichtheyknownothing.ImakeboldtosaythatIaloneinParisunderstandthismattertothebottom.Yes,yes,Ialone;andthereasonisnotfartoseek.PaulandhisbrotherareinEngland;ErnestisaconsulinAmerica;asforLeon,heisatHycresinhislittlesubprefecture.Yousee,therefore,thatintruthIamtheonlyoneinPariswhocan--
"Buthold,MonsieurZ.,youmustbejoking.Explainyourself;cometothepoint.DoyoumeantosaythatMadamedeK.--oh!dearme!butthatismost'inconvenant'!"
Nothing,nothing!Iamfoolish.LetussupposethatIhadnotspoken,ladies;letusspeakofsomethingelse.Howcouldtheideahavegotintomyheadofsayinganythingabout"alltherest"?Letustalkofsomethingelse.
Itwasarealspringmorning,therainfellintorrentsandthenorthwindblewfuriously,whenthedamsel,moredeadthanalive----
Thefactis,IfeelIcannotgetoutofit.Itwillbebettertotellall.Onlysweartometobediscreet.Onyourwordofhonor?Well,then,heregoes.
Iam,Irepeat,theonlymaninPariswhocanspeakfromknowledgeof
"alltherest"inregardtoMadamedeK.
Someyearsago--butdonotletusanticipate--Isay,someyearsagoIhadanintimatefriendatwhosehousewemetmanyevenings.Insummerthewindowswereleftopen,andweusedtositinarmchairsandchatofaffairsbythelightofourcigars.Now,oneevening,whenweweretalkingoffishing--allthesedetailsarestillfreshinmymemory--weheardthesoundofapowerfulharpsichord,andsoonfollowedtheharshnotesofavoicemorevigorousthanharmonious,Imustadmit.
"Aha!shehasalteredherhours,"saidPaul,regardingoneofthewindowsofthehouseopposite.
"Whohaschangedherhours,mydearfellow?"
"Myneighbor.Arobustvoice,don'tyouthinkso?Usuallyshepractisesinthemorning,andIlikethatbetter,foritisthetimeIgooutforawalk."
InstinctivelyIglancedtowardthelightedwindow,andthroughthedrawncurtainsIdistinctlyperceivedawoman,dressedinwhite,withherhairloose,andswayingbeforeherinstrumentlikeapersonconsciousthatshewasaloneandrespondingtoherowninspirations.
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"MyFernand,go,seekglo-o-o-ry,"shewassingingatthetopofhervoice.Thesingingappearedtomemediocre,butthesongstressinherpeignoirinterestedmemuch.
"Gentlemen,"saidI,"itappearstomethereisbehindthatfrailtissue"--Ialludedtothecurtain--"averyhandsomewoman.Putoutyourcigars,ifyouplease;theirlightmightbetrayourpresenceandembarrassthefairsinger."
Thecigarswereatoncedropped--thewindowwasevenalmostcompletelyclosedforgreatersecurity--andwebegantowatch.
Thiswasnot,Iknow,quitediscreet,but,asthedevilwilledit,wewereyoungbachelors,allfiveofus,andthen,afterall,dearreader,wouldnotyouhavedonethesame?
Whenthesongwasconcluded,thesingerrose.Itwasveryhotandhergarmentmusthavebeenverythin,forthelight,whichwasatthefartherendoftheroom,shonethroughthefabric.Itwasoneofthoselongrobeswhichfalltothefeet,andwhichcustomhasreservedfornightwear.Theupperpartisoftentrimmedwithlace,thesleevesarewide,thefoldsarelongandflowing,andusuallygiveforthaperfumeofambergrisorviolet.ButperhapsyouknowthisgarmentaswellasI.
Thefaironedrewnearthelooking-glass,anditseemedtousthatshewascontemplatingherface;thensheraisedherhandsintheair,and,inthegracefulmovementshemade,thesleeve,whichwasunbuttonedandveryloose,slippedfromherbeautifullyroundedarm,theoutlineofwhichwedistinctlyperceived.
"Thedevil!"saidPaul,inastifledvoice,buthecouldsaynomore.
Thesongstressthengatheredupherhair,whichhungverylow,inhertwohandsandtwisteditintheair,justasthewasherwomendo.Herhead,whichwesawinprofile,inclinedalittleforward,andhershoulders,whichthemovementofherarmsthrewback,presentedamoreprominentandclearoutline.
"Marble,Parianmarble!"mutteredPaul."OCypris!Cytherea!Paphia!"
"Bequiet,youdonkey!"
Itreallyseemedasiftheflameofthecandleunderstoodourappreciationandministeredspeciallytoouradmiration.Placedbehindthefairsongstress,itilluminatedhersoperfectlythatthegarmentwiththelongfoldsresembledthosethinvaporswhichveilthehorizonwithouthidingit,andinaword,themostinquisitiveimagination,disarmedbysomuchcourtesy,wasreadytoexclaim,"Thatisenough!"
Soonthefaironemovedforwardtowardherbed,satdowninaverylow
armchair,inwhichshestretchedherselfoutatherease,andremainedforsomemoments,withherhandsclaspedoverherheadandherlimbsextended.justthenmidnightstruck;wesawhertakeherrightlegslowlyandcrossitoverherleft,whenweperceivedthatshehadnotyetremovedhershoesandstockings.
Butwhatistheuseofaskinganymoreaboutit?Theserecollectionstroubleme,and,althoughtheyhavefixedthemselvesinmymind-veryfirmlyindeed,Icanassureyou--Ifeelanembarrassmentmingledwithmodestyatrelatingalltoyouatlength.Besides,atthemomentshe
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turneddowntheclothes,andprepared,togetintobed,thelightwentout.
Onthemorrow,aboutteno'clockintheevening,weallfiveagainfoundourselvesatPaul's,fourofuswithopera-glassesinourpockets.Asonthepreviousevening,thefairsongstresssatdownatherpiano,thenproceededslowlytomakehernighttoilette.Therewasthesamegrace,thesamecharm,butwhenwecametothefatalmomentatwhichontheprecedingnightthecandlehadgoneout,afaintthrillranthroughusall.Totellthetruth,formypart,Iwasnervous.Heaven,veryfortunately,wasnowonourside;thecandlecontinuedtoburn.Theyoungwomanthen,withhercharminghand,theplumpoutlinesofwhichwecouldeasilydistinguish,smoothedthepillow,pattedit,arrangeditwithathousandcaressingprecautionsinwhichthethoughtwassuggested,"WithwhathappinessshallInowgoandburymyheadinit!"
Thenshesmootheddownthelittlewrinklesinthebed,thecontactwithwhichmighthaveirritatedher,and,raisingherselfonherrightarm,likeahorseman,abouttogetintothesaddle,wesawherleftknee,smoothandshiningasmarble,slowlyburyitself.Weseemedtohearakindofcreaking,butthiscreakingsoundedjoyful.Thesightwasbrief,toobrief,alas!anditwasinaspeciesofdelightfulconfusionthatweperceivedawell-roundedlimb,dazzlinglywhite,strugglinginthesilkofthequilt.Atlengtheverythingbecamequietagain,anditwasas
muchaswecoulddotomakeoutasmooth,rose-tintedlittlefootwhich,notbeingsleepy,stilllingeredoutsideandfidgetedwiththesilkencovering.
Delightfulsouvenirofmylivelyyouth!Mypensplutters,mypaperseemstoblushtothecolorofthatusedbytheorange-sellers.IbelieveIhavesaidtoomuch.
IlearnedsometimeafterwardthatmyfriendDeK.wasabouttobemarried,and,singularlyenough,wasgoingtowedthisbeautifulcreaturewithwhomIwassowellacquainted.
"Acharmingwoman!"Iexclaimedoneday.
"Youknowher,then?"saidsomeone.
"I?No,nottheleastintheworld."
"But?"
"Yes-no,letmesee;Ihaveseenheronceathighmass."
"Sheisnotverypretty,"someoneremarkedtome.
"No,notherface,"Irejoined,andaddedtomyself,"No,notherface,butalltherest!"
Itisnonethelesstruethatforsometimepastthissecrethasbeenoppressingme,and,thoughIdecidedto-daytorevealittoyou,itwasbecauseitseemstomethattodosowouldquietmyconscience.
But,forHeaven'ssake,letmeentreatyou,donotnoiseabroadtheaffair!
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Thefaithfulareflockingupthestepsofthetemple;springtoilettesalreadyglitterinthesun;trainssweepthedustwiththeirlongflowingfolds;feathersandribbonsflutter;thebellchimessolemnly,whilecarriageskeeparrivingatatrot,depositinguponthepavementallthatismostpiousandmostnobleintheFaubourg,thendrawupinlineatthefartherendofthesquare.
Bequick,elbowyourwaythroughthecrowdifyouwantagoodplace;theAbbeGelonpreachesto-dayonabstinence,andwhentheAbbeGelonpreachesitisasifPattiweresinging.
EnterMadame,pushesthetripledoor,whichreclosesheavily,brusheswithrapidfingerstheholywatersprinklerwhichthatpiousoldmanholdsout,andcarefullymakesagracefullittlesignofthecrosssoasnottospotherribbons.
Doyouhearthesediscreetandaristocraticwhisperings?
"Goodmorning,mydear."
"Goodmorning,dear.Itisalwaysonabstinencethathepreaches,isitnot?Haveyouaseat?"
"Yes,yes,comewithme.Youhavegotonyourfamousbonnet,Isee?"
"Yes;doyoulikeit?Itisalittleshowy,isitnot?Whatamultitudeofpeople!Whereisyourhusband?"
"Showy!Oh,no,itissplendid.Myhusbandisinthechurchwarden'spew;heleftbeforeme;heisbecomingafanatic--hespeaksoflunchingonradishesandlentils."
"Thatoughttobeveryconsolingtoyou."
"Don'tmentionit.Comewithme.See;thereareErnestineandLouise.PoorLouise'snose,alwaysthesame;whowouldbelievethatshedrinksnothingstrongerthanwater?"
Theladiespushtheirwayamongthechairs,someofwhichtheyupsetwiththegreatestunconcern.
Arrivedattheirplacestheysinkdownontheirknees,and,moist-eyedandfulloffeeling,castalookofveiledadorationtowardthehighaltar,thenhidetheirfaceswiththeirglovedhands.
ForaveryfewminutestheygracefullydeprecatethemselvesintheeyesoftheLord,then,takingtheirseats,coquettishlyarrangetheimmensebowsoftheirbonnet-strings,scantheassemblythroughagoldeyeglass,withthelittlefingerturningup;finally,whilesmoothingdownthesatinfoldsofadressdifficulttokeepinplace,theyscatter,rightandleft,charminglittlerecognitionsanddelightfullittlesmiles.
"Areyoucomfortable,dear?"
"Quite,thanks.Doyouseeinfrontthere,betweenthetwotapers,
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LouiseandMadamedeC-------?Isitallowableinanyonetocometochurchgotuplikethat?"
"Oh!IhaveneverbelievedmuchinthepietyofMadamedeC-------.Youknowherhistory--thestoryofthescreen?Iwilltellityoulater.Ah!thereistheverger."
Thevergershowshisbaldheadinthepulpitoftruth.Hearrangestheseat,adjuststhekneeling-stool,thenwithdrawsandallowstheAbbeGelon,whoissomewhatpalefromLentenfasting,butstriking,ashealwaysis,indignity,elegance,andunction.Amomentaryflutterpassesthroughthecongregation,thentheysettledowncomfortably.Thenoisediesaway,andalleyesareeagerlylookingtowardthefaceofthepreacher.Withhiseyesturnedtoheaven,thelatterstandsuprightandmotionless;alightfromabovemaybedivinedinhisinspiredlook;hisbeautiful,whitehands,encircledatthewristsbyfinelace,arecarelesslyplacedontheredvelvetcushionofthepulpit.Hewaitsafewmoments,coughstwice,unfoldshishandkerchief,depositshissquarehatinacorner,and,bendingforward,letsfallfromhislipsinthosesweetslow,persuasivetones,bywhichheisknown,thefirstwordsofhissermon,"Ladies!"
Withthissinglewordhehasalreadywonallhearts.Slowlyhecastsoverhisaudienceamellowglance,whichpenetratesandattracts;then,
havingutteredafewLatinwordswhichhehasthetacttotranslatequicklyintoFrench,hecontinues:
"Whatisittoabstain?Whyshouldweabstain?Howshouldweabstain?Thosearethethreepoints,ladies,Ishallproceedtodiscuss."
Heblowshisnose,coughs;aholythrillstirseveryheart.Howwillhetreatthismagnificentsubject?Letuslisten.
Isitnottrue,Madame,thatyourheartispiouslystirred,andthatatthismomentyoufeelanactualthirstforabstinenceandmortification?
Theholyprecinctsarebathedinasoftobscurity,similartothatof
yourboudoir,andinducingrevery.
Iknownothowmuchoftheineffableandofthevaguelyexhilaratingpenetratesyourbeing.Butthevoiceofthishandsomeandveneratedoldmanhas,amidstthedeepsilence,somethingdeliciouslyheavenlyaboutit.Mysteriousechoesrepeatfromthefarendofthetempleeachofhiswords,andinthedimlightofthesanctuarythegoldencandlesticksglitterlikepreciousstones.Theoldstained-glasswindowswiththeirsymbolicfiguresbecomesuddenlyilluminated,afloodoflightandsunshinespreadsthroughthechurchlikeasheetoffire.Aretheheavensopening?IstheSpiritfromonhighdescendingamongus?
Whilelostinpiousrevery,whichsoothesandlulls,onegazeswith
ecstasyonthefancifuldetailsofthesculptureswhichvanishinthegroinedroofabove,andonthequaintpipesoftheorganwithitshundredvoices.Thebeliefsofchildhoodpiouslyinculcatedinyourheartsuddenlyreawaken;avagueperfumeofincenseagainpenetratestheair.Thestonepillarsshootuptoinfiniteheights,andfromthesecelestialarchesdependsthegoldenlampwhichswaystoandfroinspace,diffusingitseternallight.Truly,Godisgreat.
Bydegreesthesweettonesofthepreacherenraptureonemoreandmore,andthesenseofhiswordsarelost;and,listeningtothedivinemurmur
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ofthatsaint-likevoice,youreyes,likethoseofachildfallingasleepinthebosomoftheCreator,close.
Youdonotgotosleep,butyourheadinclinesforward,theethereallightsurroundsyou,andyoursoul,delightingintheuncertain,plungesintocelestialspace,andlosesitselfininfinity.
Whatasweetandholilyintoxicatingsensation,adeliciousecstasy!Nevertheless,therearethosewhosmileatthisreligiousraise-en-scene,thesepompsandsplendors,thiscelestialmusic,whichsoothesthenervesandthrillsthebrain!PityonthesescofferswhodonotcomprehendtheineffabledelightofbeingabletoopenatwillthegatesofParadisetothemselves,andtobecome,atoddmoments,onewiththeangels!Butwhatpurposedoesitservetospeakofthefaithlessandoftheirharmless,smiles?AstheAbbeGelonhasinhisinimitablemannerobserved,"Theheartisafortress,incessantlyassailedbythespiritofdarkness."
Theideaofaconstantstrugglewiththispowerfulbeinghassomethingaboutitthataddstenfoldtoourstrengthandflattersourvanity.What,aloneinyourfortress,Madame;alonewiththespiritofdarkness.
Buthush!theAbbeGelonisfinishinginaquiveringandfatiguedvoice.Hisrighthandtracesintheairthesignofpeace.Thenhewipeshishumidforehead,hiseyessparklewithdivinelight,hedescendsthe
narrowstairs,andwehearonthepavementtheregulartapsoftherodoftheverger,whoisreconductinghimtothevestry.
"Washenotsplendid,dear?"
"Excellent!whenhesaid,'Thatmyeyesmightcloseforever,if......'youremember?"
"Superb!andfurtheron:'Yes,ladies,youarecoquettes.'Hetoldussomehardtruths;hespeaksadmirably."
"Admirably!Heisdivine!"
Itisfouro'clock,thechurchisplungedinshadowandsilence.Theconfusedrumbleofthevehicleswithouthardlypenetratesthisdwellingofprayer,andthecreakofone'sboots,echoinginthedistance,istheonlyhumannoisewhichrufflesthedeepcalm.
However,inproportionasweadvance,weperceiveinthechapelsgroupsofthefaithful,kneeling,motionlessandsilent.Inviewingthedespairthattheirattitudeappearstoexpress,weareoverwhelmedwithsadnessanduneasiness.Isitanappealforthedamned?
Theaspectsofoneofthesechapelsispeculiar.Ahundredorahundredandfiftyladies,almostburiedinsilkandvelvet,arecrowdeddevoutly
abouttheconfessional.Asweetscentofvioletsandvervainpermeatesthevicinity,andonehalts,inspiteofone'sself,inthepresenceofthislargedisplayofelegance.
Fromeachofthetwocellsadjoiningtheconfessionalshootoutthefoldsofarebelliousskirt,forthepenitent,heldfastatthewaist,hasbeenabletogetonlyhalfofherformintothenarrowspace.However,herheadcanbedistinguishedmovingintheshadow,andwecanguessfromthecontritemovementsofherwhitefeatherthatherforeheadisbowedbyreasonofremonstranceandrepentance.
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Hardlyhassheconcludedherlittlestorywhenadozenofherneighborsrushforwardtoreplaceher.Thiseagernessisquiteexplicable,forthischapelistheoneinwhichtheAbbeGelonhearsconfessions,andIneednottellyouthatwhentheAbbeGelonconfessesitisthesameasifhewerepreaching--thereisacrowd.
ThegoodAbbeconfessesalltheseladies,and,withangelicdevotion,remainsshutupforhoursinthisdark,narrow,suffocatingbox,throughthegratingofwhichtwopenitentsarecontinuallywhisperingtheirsins.
ThedearAbbe!themostlikablethingabouthimisthatheisnotlongoverthebusiness.Heknowshowtogetridofuselessdetails;heperceives,withsubtleinstinctandasurenessofvisionthatsparesyouathousandembarrassments,theconditionofasoul,sothat,besidesbeingamanofintelligenceandoftheworld,herenderstherepetitionofthoselittleweaknesses,ofwhichhehaswhisperedtheonehalftoyou,almostagreeable.
Incomingtohimwithone'slittleburdenofguilt,onefeelssomewhatembarrassed,butwhileoneishesitatingabouttellinghimall,he,withadiscreetandskilfulhand,disencumbersoneofitrapidly,examinesthecontents,smilesorconsoles,andtheconfessionismadewithoutonehavingutteredasingleword;sothatafterallisoverthepenitent
exclaims,prostratingone'sselfbeforeGod,"But,Lord,Iwaspure,pureasthelily,andyethowuneasyIwas!"
Evenwhenheassumesthesacerdotalhabitandceasestobeaman,andspeaksinthenameofGod,thetonesofhisvoice,therefinementofhislook,revealinnatedistinctionandthatspotlesscourtesywhichcannotharmevenaministerofGod,andwhichonemustcultivateonthissideoftheRueduBac.
IfGodwillsthattheremustbeaFaubourgSt.-Germainintheworld--anditcannotbedeniedthatHedoes--isitnotproperthatHeshouldgiveusaministerwhospeaksourlanguageandunderstandsourweaknesses?Nothingismoreobvious,andIreallydonotcomprehendsomeofthese
ladieswhotalktomeabouttheAbbeBrice.NotthatIwishtospeakillofthegoodAbbe,forthisisneitherthetimenortheplaceforit;heisaholyman,buthissanctityisalittlebourgeoisandneedspolish.
Withhimonehastodotone'si's;heisdullinperception,ordoesnotperceiveatall.
Acknowledgeapeccadillo,andhisbrowsknit,hemustknowthehour,themoment,theantecedents;heexamines,heprobes,heweighs,andfinisheshisthousandquestionsbybeingindiscreetandalmostimproper.Istherenot,evenintheholymissionofthepriest,awayofbeingpolitelysevere,andofactingthegentlemantopeoplewellborn?
TheAbbeBrice--andthereisnoreasonwhyIshouldconcealit--smellsofthestable,whichmustbeprejudicialtohim.HeisslightlyRepublican,too,wearsclumsyboots,hasawfulnails,andwhenhegetsnewgloves,twiceayear,hisfingersstandoutstiffandseparate.
Idonot,Iwouldhaveyouremark,denyhisadmirablevirtues;butsaywhatyoulike,youwillnevergetawomanoffashiontoconfideher"littleaffairs"toafarmer'sson,andaddresshimas"Father."Mattersmustnotbecarriedthelengthofabsurdity;besides,thisAbbeBrice
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alwayssmellsdetestablyofsnuff.
Heconfessesallsortsofpeople,andyouwillagreethatitisnotpleasanttohaveone'smaidorone'scookforone'svisa-visattheconfessional.
ThereisnotawomanwhounderstandsChristianhumilitybetterthanyourself,dearMadame;butallthesameyouarenotaccustomedtotravelinanomnibus.Youmaybetoldthatinheavenyouwillonlybetoohappytocallyourcoachman"Brother,"andtosaytoSarahJane,"Sister,"buttheseworthyfolkshallhavefirstpassedthroughpurgatory,andfirepurifieseverything.Again,whatistheretoassureusthatSarahJanewillgotoheaven,sinceyouyourself,dearMadame,arenotsosureofenteringthere?
ItishencequitewellunderstoodwhytheAbbeGelon'schapeliscrowded.Ifalittlewhisperinggoeson,itisbecausetheyhavebeenwaitingthreelonghours,andbecauseeverybodyknowsoneanother.
Alltheladies,youmaybesure,arethere.
"Makealittleroomforme,dear,"whispersanewcomer,edgingherwaythroughtrains,kneeling-stools,andchairs.
"Ah!isthatyou,dear?Comehere.ClementineandMadamedeB.arethereinthecorneratthecannon'smouth.Youwillhavetowaittwogoodhours."
"IfMadamedeB.isthere,itdoesnotsurpriseme.Sheisinexhaustible,andthereisnootherwomanwhoissolongintellingathing.Haveallthesepeoplenothadtheirturnyet?Ah!thereisErnestine."(Shewavesherhandtoherquietly.)"Thatchildisanangel.Sheacknowledgedtometheotherdaythatherconsciencetroubledherbecause,onreadingthe'Passion,'shecouldnotmakeuphermindtokissthemat."
"Ah!charming;but,tellme,doyoukissthematyourself?"
"I!no,neverinmylife;itissonasty,dear."
"Youconfesstotheomission,atleast?"
"Oh!Iconfessallthoselittletriflesinalump.Isay,'Father,Ihaveerredoutofhumanself-respect.'Igivethetotalatonce."
"ThatisjustwhatIdo,andthatdearAbbeGelondischargesthebill."
"Seriously,timewouldfailhimifheactedotherwise.Butitseemstomethatwearewhisperingalittletoomuch,dear;letmethinkovermylittlebill."
Madameleansuponherpraying-stool.Gracefullysheremoves,withouttakinghereyesoffthealtar,theglovefromherrighthand,andwithherthumbturnstheringofSte-Genevievethatservesherasarosary,movingherlipsthewhile.Then,withdowncasteyesandsetlips,sheloosensthefleur-de-lys-engravedclaspofherBookofHours,andseeksouttheprayersappropriatetohercondition.
Shereadswithfervency:"'MyGod,crushedbeneaththeburdenofmysinsIcastmyselfatthyfeet'--howannoyingthatitshouldbesocoldtothe
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feet.Withmysorethroat,Iamsuretohaveinfluenza,--'thatIcastmyselfatthyfeet'--tellme,dear,doyouknowifthechapel-keeperhasafootwarmer?Nothingisworsethancoldfeet,andthatMadamedeP.sticksthereforhours.Iamsuresheconfessesherfriends'sinsalongwithherown.Itisintolerable;Inolongerhaveanyfeelinginmyrightfoot;Iwouldpaythatwomanforherfoot-warmer--'Ibowmyheadinthedustundertheweightofrepentance,andof........'"
"Ah!MadamedeP.hasfinished;sheisasredasthecombofaturkey-cock."
Fourladiesrushforwardwithpiousardortotakeherplace.
"Ah!Madame,donotpushso,Ibegofyou."
"ButIwasherebeforeyou,Madame."
"Ibegathousandpardons,Madame."
"Yousurelyhaveaverystrangeideaoftherespectwhichisduetothishallowedspot."
"Hush,hush!Profitbytheopportunity,Madame;slipthroughandtakethevacantplace.(Whispering.)Donotforgetthebigonelastnight,
andthetwolittleonesofthismorning."
CHAPTERV
MADAMEANDHERFRIENDCHATBYTHEFIRESIDE
Madam--(movingherslenderfingers)--Itisruched,ruched,ruched,lovesofruches,edgedallaroundwithblond.
HerFriend--Thatisgoodstyle,dear.
Madame--Yes,Ithinkitwillbethestyle,andoverthissnowlikefoamfalltheskirtsofbluesilklikethebodice;butalovelyblue,somethinglike--alittlelesspronouncedthanskyblue,youknow,like--myhusbandcallsitasubduedblue.
HerFriend--Splendid.Heisveryhappyinhischoiceofterms.
Madame--Ishenot?Oneunderstandsatonce--asubduedblue.Itdescribesitexactly.
HerFriend--Butaproposofthis,youknowthatErnestinehasnotforgivenhimhispleasantryoftheotherevening.
Madame--How,ofmyhusband?Whatpleasantry?TheothereveningwhentheAbbeGelonandtheAbbeBricewerethere?
HerFriend--Andhisson,whowastherealso.
Madame--What!theAbbe'sson?(Bothbreakintolaughter.)
HerFriend--But--ha!ha!ha!--whatareyousaying,ha!ha!youlittlegoose?
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Madame--IsaidtheAbbeGelonandtheAbbeBrice,andyouadd,'Andhisson.'Itisyourfault,dear.Hemustbeachoir-boy,thatcherub.(Morelaughter.)
HerFriend--(placingherhandoverheymouth)--Bequiet,bequiet;itistoobad;andinLent,too!
Madame--Well,butofwhosesonareyouspeaking?
HerFriend--OfErnestine'sson,don'tyouknow,Albert,apictureofinnocence.Heheardyourhusband'spleasantry,andhismotherwasvexed.
Madame--Mydear,Ireallydon'tknowtowhatyourefer.Pleasetellmeallaboutit.
HeyFriend--Well,onenteringthedrawing-room,andperceivingthecandelabralitup,andthetwoAbbe'sstandingatthatmomentinthemiddleoftheroom,yourhusbandappearedasiflookingforsomething,andwhenErnestineaskedhimwhatitwas,hesaidaloud:"Iamlookingfortheholy-water;please,dearneighbor,excusemeforcominginthemiddleoftheservice."
Madame--Isitpossible?(Laughing.)Thefactis,hecannotgetoutof
it;hehasmetthetwoAbbes,twicerunning,atErnestine's.Herdrawing-roomisaperfectsacristy.
HeyFriend(dryly)--Asacristy!Howregardlessyouaregettinginyourlanguagesinceyourmarriage,dear.
Madame--Notmorethanbefore.Inevercaredtomeetpriestselsewherethanatchurch.
HerFriend--Come,youarefrivolous,andifIdidnotknowyoubetter--butdoyounotliketomeettheAbbeGelon?
Madame--Ah!theAbbeGelon,thatisquitedifferent.Heischarming.
HerFriend--(briskly)--Hismannersaresodistingue.
Madame--Andrespectful.Hiswhitehairissuchanadmirableframeforhispaleface,whichissofullofunction.
HerFriend--Oh!yes,hehasunction,andhislooks--thosesweetlysoftenedlooks!Theotherday,whenhewasspeakingonthemediationofChrist,hewasdivine.Atonemomenthewipedawayatear;hewasnolongermasterofhisemotions;buthegrewcalmalmostimmediately--hispowerofself-commandismarvellous;thenhewentonquietly,buttheemotioninturnhadoverpoweredus.Itwaselectrifying.TheCountessdeS.,whowasnearme,wasbubblinglikeaspring,underheryellow
bonnet.
Madame--Ah!yes,Ihaveseenthatyellowbonnet.WhatasightthatMadamedeS.is!
HerFriend--Thetruthis,sheisalwaysdressedlikeanapplewoman.Abishoprichasbeenofferedthesemessieurs,Iknow,ongoodauthority;myhusbandhaditfromDel'Euvre.Well--
Madame--(interruptingher)--AbishopricofferedtoMadamedeS.Itwas
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wrongtodoso.
HerFriend--Youmakefunofeverything,mydear;thereare,however,somesubjectswhichshouldberevered.ItellyouthatthemitreandtheringhavebeenofferedtotheAbbyGelon.Well,herefusedthem.Godknows,however,thatthepastoralringwouldwellbecomehishand.
Madame--Oh!yes,hehasalovelyhand.
HerFriend--Hehasawhite,slender,andaristocratichand.Perhapsitisawrongforustodwellontheseworldlydetails,butafterallhishandisreallybeautiful.Doyouknow(enthusiastically)IfindthattheAbbeGeloncompelsloveofreligion?Wereyoueverpresentathislectures?
Madame--Iwasatthefirstone.IwouldhavegoneagainonThursday,butMadameSavaincametotryonmybodiceandIhadaprotracteddiscussionwithherabouttheslantoftheskirts.
HerFriend--Ah!theskirtsarecutslantingly.
Madame--Yes,yes,withlittlecross-bars,whichisanideaofmyown--Ihavenotseenitanywhereelse;Ithinkitwillnotlookbadly.
HerFriend--MadameSavaintoldmethatyouhadsuppressedtheshouldersofthecorsage.
Madame--Ah!thegossip!Yes,Iwillhavenothingontheshouldersbutaribbon,atrifle,justenoughtofastenajewelto--Iwasafraidthatthecorsagewouldlookalittlebare.MadameSavainhadlaidon,atintervals,someridiculousfrippery.Iwantedtotrysomethingelse--myplanofcrossbars,thereandthen--andImissedthedearAbbeGelon'slecture.Hewascharming,itseems.
HerFriend--Oh!charming.Hespokeagainstbadbooks;therewasalargecrowd.HedemolishedallthehorribleopinionsofMonsieurRenan.Whatamonsterthatmanis!
Madame--Youhavereadhisbook?
HerFriend--Heavenforbid!Don'tyouknowitisimpossibleforonetofindanythingmore--well,itmustbeverybad'Messieursdel'OEuvre'fortheAbbeGelon,inspeakingtooneofthesefriendsofmyhusband,utteredtheword----
Madame--Well,whatword?
HerFriend--Idarenottellyou,for,really,ifitistrueitwouldmakeoneshudder.Hesaidthatitwas(whisperinginherear)theAntichrist!Itmakesonefeelaghast,doesitnot!Theysellhisphotograph;hehas
asataniclook.(Lookingattheclock.)Half-pasttwo--Imustrunaway;Ihavegivennoordersaboutdinner.Thesethreefast-daysintheweekaretomemartyrdom.Onemusthavealittlevariety;myhusbandisveryfastidious.Ifwedidnothavewater-fowlIshouldlosemyhead.Howdoyougeton,dear?
Madame--Oh!withmeitisverysimple,providedIdonotmakemyhusbandleaner;heeatsanything.Youknow,Augustusisnotverymuch--
HerFriend--Notverymuch!Ithinkthatheismuchtoospare;for,after
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all,ifwedonotinthislifeimposesomeprivationsuponourselves--no,thatwouldbetooeasy.Ihope,indeed,thatyouhaveadispensation?
Madame--Oh!yes,Iamsafeastothat.
HerFriend--Ihaveone,ofcourse,forbutterandeggs,asvice-chancelloroftheAssociation.TheAbbeGelonbeggedmetoacceptacompletedispensationonaccountofmyheadaches,butIrefused.Yes!Irefusedoutright.Ifonemakesacompromisewithone'sprinciples--butthentherearepeoplewhohavenoprinciples.
Madame--Ifyoumeanthattoapplytomyhusband,youarewrong.Augustusisnotaheathen--hehasexcellentprinciples.
HerFriend--Excellentprinciples!Youmakemybloodboil.Butthere,Imustgo.Well,itisunderstood,IcountuponyouforTuesday;hewillpreachuponauthority,amagnificentsubject,andwemayexpectallusions--Ah!Iforgottotellyou;IamcollectingandIexpectyourmite,dear.Itakeaslowasumasadenier(thetwelfthofapenny).Ihaveanideaofcollectingwithmylittlegirlonmypraying-stool.MadamedeK.collectedonSundayatSt.Thomas'sandherbabyheldthealms-bag.ThelittleJesushadanimmensesuccess--immense!
Madame--Imustgonow.Howwillyoudress?
HerFriend--Oh!forthepresent,quitesimplyandinblack;youunderstand.
Madame--Besides,blackbecomesyousowell.
HerFriend--Yes,everythingisforthebest;blackdoesnotsuitmeatallill.Tuesday,then.Butmydear,trytobringyourhusband,helikesmusicsomuch.
Madame--Well,Icannotpromisethat.
HerFiend--Ah!monDieu!theyarealllikethat,thesemen;theyare
strong-minded,andwhengracetouchesthem,theylookbackontheirpastlifewithhorror.Whenmyhusbandspeaksofhisyouth,thetearscomeintohiseyes.Imusttellyou;thathehasnotalwaysbeenasheisnow;hewasagayboyinhisyouth,poorfellow.Idonotdetestamanbecauseheknowslifealittle,doyou?ButIamgossipingandtimepasses;IhaveacalltomakeyetonMadameW.Idonotknowwhethershehasfoundherjuvenilelead.
Madame--Whatfor,inHeaven'sname?
HerFriend--Forhereveningparty.Therearetobeprivatetheatricalsatherhouse,butforapiousobject,youmaybesure,duringLent;itissoastohaveacollectiononbehalfoftheAssociation.Imustfly.
Good-by,dear.
Madame--TillTuesday,dear;infulluniform?
HerFriend--(smiling)--Infulluniform.Kindregardstoyourreprobate.Ilikehimverymuchallthesame.Good-by.
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CHAPTERVI
ADREAM
Sleeplessnessisalmostalwaystobetracedtoindigestion.Myfriend,Dr.Jacques,isthereandhewilltellyouso.
Now,onthatparticularevening,itwaslastFriday,Ihadcommittedthemistakeofeatingbrill,afishthatpositivelydisagreeswithme.
Godgrantthattheaccountofthesingulardreamwhichensuedmayinspireyouwithsomeprudentreflections.
Bethatasitmay,thiswasmydream,inallitsextravagance.
Ihad,inthisdream,thehonortobelong,asseniorcurate,tooneofthemostfrequentedparishchurchesinParis.Whatcouldbemoreridiculous!Iwas,moreover,respectablystout,possessedaheaddeckedwithsilverlocks,well-shapedhands,anaquilinenose,greatunction,thefriendshipoftheladyworshippers,and,Iventuretoadd,theesteemoftherector.
WhileIwasrecitingthethanksgivingafterservice,andatthesametimeunfasteningthecordsofmyalb,therectorcameuptome(Iseehimeven
now)blowinghisnose.
"Mydearfriend,"saidhe,"youhearconfessionsthisevening,doyounot?"
"Mostcertainly.Areyouwellthismorning?Ihadagoodcongregationatmass."
Havingsaidthis,Ifinishedmythanksgiving,putmyalbintothewardrobe,and,offeringapinchtotherector,addedcheerily:
"Thisisnotbreakingthefast,isit?"
"Ha!ha!no,no,no!Besides,itwantsfiveminutestotwelveandtheclockisslow."
Wetookapinchtogetherandwalkedoffarminarmbythelittlesidedoor,fornightsacraments,chattinginafriendlyway.
SuddenlyIfoundmyselftransportedintomyconfessional.Thechapelwasfullofladieswhoallbowedatmyapproach.Ienteredmynarrowbox,thekeyofwhichIhad.Iarrangedontheseattheair-cushionwhichisindispensabletomeontheeveningsprecedinggreatchurchfestivals,thesittingsatthatseasonbeingalwaysprolonged.Islippedthewhitesurplicewhichwashangingfromapegovermycassock,and,aftermeditatingforamoment,openedthelittleshutterthatputsmein
communicationwiththepenitents.
Iwillnotundertaketodescribetoyouonebyonethedifferentpeoplewhocameandkneltbeforeme.Iwillnottellyou,forinstance,howoneofthem,aladyinblack,withastraightnose,thinlips,andsallowcomplexion,afterrecitingherConfiteorinLatin,touchedmeinfinitelybytheabsoluteconfidencesheplacedinme,thoughIwasnotofhersex.Infiveminutesshefoundtheopportunitytospeaktomeofhersister-in-law,herbrother,anunclewhowasonthepointofdeathwhoseheiressshewas,hernephews,andherservants;andIcouldperceive,despitethe
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tenderbenevolencethatappearedinallherwords,thatshewasthevictimofallthesepeople.Sheendedbyinformingmeshehadamarriageabledaughter,andthatherstomachwasanobstacletoherfasting.
Icanstillseeathrongofotherpenitents,butitwouldtaketoolongtotellyouaboutthem,andwewillconfineourselves,withyourpermission,tothelasttwo,who,besides,impresseduponmymemorythemselvesparticularly.
Ahighlyadornedlittleladyrushedintotheconfessional;shewasbrisk,rosy,fresh.Despiteherexpressionofdeepthoughtfulness,shespokeveryquicklyinamusicalvoice,andrattledthroughherConfiteor,regardlessofthesense.
"Father,"shesaid,"Ihaveonethingthatistroublingme."
"Speak,mychild;youknowthataconfessorisafather."
"Well,father--butIreallydarenot."
Therearemanyofthesetimidlittleheartsthatrequiretobeencouraged.Isaid,"Goon,mychild,goon."
"Myhusband,"shemurmuredconfusedly,"willnotabstainduringLent.OughtItocompelhim,father?"
"Yes,bypersuasion."
"ButhesaysthathewillgoanddineattherestaurantifIdonotlethimhaveanymeat.Oh!Isufferterriblyfromthat.AmInotassumingtheresponsibilityofallthatmeat,father?"
Thisyoungwifereallyinterestedme;shehadinthemidstofonecheek,towardthecornerofthemouth,asmallhollow,akindoflittledimple,charmingintheprofanesenseoftheword,andgivingaspecialexpressiontoherface.Hertinywhiteteethglitteredlikepearlswhen
sheopenedhermouthtorelateherpiousinquietudes;sheshedaround,besides,aperfumealmostassweetasthatofouraltars,althoughofadifferentkind,andIbreathedthisperfumewithanuneasinessfullofscruples,whichforallthatinclinedmetoindulgence.Iwassoclosetoherthatnoneofthedetailsofherfaceescapedme;Icoulddistinguish,almostinspiteofmyself,evenalittlequiverofherlefteyebrow,tickledeverynowandagainbyastraytressofherfairhair.
"Yoursituation,"Isaid,"isadelicateone;ononehand,yourdomestichappiness,andontheotheryourdutyasaChristian."Shegaveasighfromherveryheart."Well,mydearchild,myagewarrantsmyspeakingtoyoulikethat,doesitnot?"
"Oh,yes,father."
"Well,mydearchild"--IfancyInoticedatthatmomentthatshehadattheoutercornerofhereyesakindofdarkmarksomethinglikeanarrow-head--"try,mydearchild,toconvinceyourhusband,whoinhisheart--"Inaddition,herlashes,verylongandsomewhatcurled,wereunderlined,Imightalmostsay,byadarkstreakexpandingandshadingoffdelicatelytowardthemiddleoftheeye.Thisphysicalpeculiaritydidnotseemtomenatural,butaneffectofpremeditatedcoquetry.
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Strangefact,theverificationofsuchweaknessinthiscandidheartonlyincreasedmycompassion.Icontinuedinagentletone:
"StrivetobringyourhusbandtoGod.Abstinenceisnotonlyareligiousobservance,itisalsoasalutarycustom.'NonsolumlexDei,sedetiam'.Haveyoudoneeverythingtobringbackyourhusband?"
"Yes,father,everything."
"Beprecise,mychild;Imustknowall."
"Well,father,Ihavetriedsweetnessandtenderness."
Ithoughttomyselfthatthishusbandmustbeawretch.
"Ihaveimploredhimforthesakeofourchild,"continuedthelittleangel,"nottoriskhissalvationandmyown.OnceortwiceIeventoldhimthatthespinachwasdressedwithgravywhenitwasnot.WasIwrong,father?"
"TherearepiousfalsehoodswhichtheChurchexcuses,forinsuchcasesitonlytakesintoconsiderationtheintentionandthegreatergloryofGod.Icannot,therefore,saythatyouhavedonewrong.Youhavenot,haveyou,beenguiltytowardyourhusbandofanyofthoseexcusableacts
ofviolencewhichmayescapeaChristiansoulwhenitisstrugglingagainsterror?ForitreallyisnotnaturalthatanhonestmanshouldrefusetofollowtheprescriptionoftheChurch.Makeafewconcessionsatfirst."
"Ihave,father,andperhapstoomany,"shesaid,contritely.
"Whatdoyoumean?"
"HopingtobringhimbacktoGod,IaccordedhimfavorswhichIoughttohaverefusedhim.Imaybewrong,butitseemstomethatIoughttohaverefusedhim."
"Donotbealarmed,mydearchild,everythingdependsupondegrees,anditisnecessaryinthesematterstomakedelicatedistinctions."
"ThatiswhatIsaytomyself,father,butmyhusbanduniteswithhiskindnesssuchacommunicativegayety--hehassuchagracefulandnaturalwayofexcusinghisimpiety--thatIlaughinspiteofmyselfwhenIoughttoweep.Itseemstomethatacloudcomesbetweenmyselfandmyduties,andmyscruplesevaporatebeneaththecharmofhispresenceandhiswit.Myhusbandhasplentyofwit,"sheadded,withafaintsmile,inwhichtherewasatingeofpride.
"Hum!hum!"(theblacknessofthisman'sheartrevoltedme)."Thereisnoseductiveshapethatthetempterdoesnotassume,mychild.Witin
itselfisnottobecondemned,althoughtheChurchshunsitasfarassheisconcerned,lookinguponitasaworldlyornament;butitmaybecomedangerous,itmaybereckonedaveritablepestwhenittendstoweakenfaith.Faith,whichistothesoul,Ihardlyneedtellyou,whatthebloomistothepeach,and--ifImaysoexpressmyself,whatthe--dewis--totheflower--hum,hum!Goon,mychild."
"But,father,whenmyhusbandhasdisturbedmeforamoment,Isoonrepentofit.HehashardlygonebeforeIprayforhim."
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"Good,verygood."
"Ihavesewnablessedmedalupinhisovercoat."Thiswassaidmoreboldly,thoughstillwithsometimidity.
"Andhaveyounoticedanyresult?"
"Incertainthingsheisbetter,yes,father,butasregardsabstinenceheisstillintractable,"shesaidwithembarrassment.
"Donotbediscouraged.WeareintheholyperiodofLent.Makeuseofpioussubterfuges,preparehimsomeadmissibleviands,butpleasanttothetaste."
"Yes,father,Ihavethoughtofthat.ThedaybeforeyesterdayIgavehimoneofthesesalmonpastiesthatresembleham."
"Yes,yes,Iknowthem.Well?"
"Well,heatethesalmon,buthehadacutletcookedafterward."
"Deplorable!"Iexclaimed,almostinspiteofmyself,soexcessivedidtheperversityofthismanseemtome."Patience,mychild,offeruptoHeaventhesufferingswhichyourhusband'simpietycausesyou,and
rememberthatyoureffortswillbesetdowntoyou.Youhavenothingmoretotellme?"
"No,father."
"Collectyourself,then.Iwillgiveyouabsolution."
Thedearsoulsighedasshejoinedhertwolittlehands.
HardlyhadmypenitentrisentowithdrawwhenIabruptlyclosedmylittleshutterandtookalongpinchofsnuff--snuff-takersknowhowmuchapinchsoothesthemind--thenhavingthankedGodrapidly,Idrewfromthepocketofmycassockmygoodoldwatch,andfoundthatitwasearlier
thanIthought.Thedarknessofthechapelhaddeceivedme,andmystomachhadsharedmyerror.Iwashungry.Ibanishedthesecarnalpreoccupationsfrommymind,andaftershakingmyhands,onwhichsomegrainsofsnuffhadfallen,Islackenedoneofmybracesthatwaspressingalittleononeshoulder,andopenedmywicket.
"Well,Madame,peopleshouldbemorecareful,"saidthepenitentonmyleft,addressingaladyofwhomIcouldonlyseeabonnet-ribbon;"itisexcusable."
Mypenitent'svoice,whichwasveryirritated,thoughrestrainedbyrespectforthelocality,softenedasifbymagicatthecreakingofmywicket.Shekneltdown,piouslyfoldedhertwounglovedhands,plump,
perfumed,rosy,ladenwithrings--butletthatpass.IseemedtorecognizethehandsoftheCountessdeB.,achosensoul,whomIhadthehonortovisitfrequently,especiallyonSaturday,whenthereisalwaysaplacelaidformeathertable.
SheraisedherlittlelaceveilandIsawthatIwasnotmistaken.ItwastheCountess.Shesmiledatmeasatapersonwithwhomshewasacquainted,butwithperfectpropriety;sheseemedtobesaying,"Good-day,mydearAbbe,Idonotaskhowyourrheumatismis,becauseatthismomentyouareinvestedwithasacredcharacter,butIaminterestedin
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itallthesame."
Thislittlesmilewasirreproachable.Irepliedbyasimilarsmile,andImurmuredinaverylowtone,givingher,too,tounderstandbytheexpressionofmyfacethatIwasmakingauniqueconcessioninherfavor,"Areyouquitewell,dearMadame?"
"Thanks,father,Iamquitewell."Hervoicehadresumedanangelictone."ButIhavejustbeeninapassion."
"Andwhy?Perhapsyouhavetakenforapassionwhatwasreallyonlyapassingmomentoftemper?"
Itdoesnotdotoalarmpenitents.
"Ah!notatall,itwasreallyapassion,father.Mydresshadjustbeentornfromtoptobottom;andreallyitisstrangethatoneshouldbeexposedtosuchmishapsonapproachingthetribunalof----"
"Collectyourself,mydearMadame,collectyourself,"andassumingaseriouslookIbestowedmybenedictionuponher.
TheCountesssoughttocollectherself,butIsawverywellthathertroubledspiritvainlystrovetorecoveritself.Byasingular
phenomenonIcouldseeintoherbrain,andherthoughtsappearedtomeoneaftertheother.Shewassayingtoherself,"Letmecollectmyself;ourFather,givemegracetocollectmyself,"butthemoreeffortshemadetorestrainherimaginationthemoreitbecamedifficulttorestrainandslippedthroughherfingers."Ihadmadeaseriousexaminationofmyconscience,however,"sheadded."NottenminutesagoasIwasgettingoutofmycarriageIcountedupthreesins;therewasoneaboveallIwishedtomention.Howtheselittlethingsescapeme!Imusthavelefttheminthecarriage."Andshecouldnothelpsmilingtoherselfattheideaofthesethreelittlesinslostamongthecushions."AndthepoorAbbewaitingformeinhisbox.Howhotitmustbeinthere!heisquitered.GoodHeavens!howshallIbegin?Icannotinventfaults?Itisthattorndresswhichhasupsetme.AndthereisLouise,whoisto
meetmeatfiveo'clockatthedressmaker's.Itisimpossibleformetocollectmyself.OGod,donotturnawayyourfacefromme,andyou,Lord,whocanreadinmysoul--Louisewillwaittillaquarterpastfive;besides,thebodicefits--thereisonlytheskirttotryon.AndtothinkthatIhadthreesinsonlyaminuteago."
Allthesedifferentthoughts,piousandprofane,werestrugglingtogetheratonceintheCountess'sbrain,sothatIthoughtthemomenthadcometointerfereandhelpheralittle.
"Come,"Isaid,inapaternalvoice,leaningforwardbenevolentlyandtwistingmysnuff-boxinmyfingers."Come,mydearMadame,andspeakfearlessly;haveyounothingtoreproachyourselfwith?Haveyouhadno
impulsesof--worldlycoquetry,nowishtodazzleattheexpenseofyourneighbor?"
IhadavagueideathatIshouldnotbecontradicted.
"Yes,father,"shesaid,smoothingdownherbonnetstrings,"sometimes;butIhavealwaysmadeanefforttodriveawaysuchthoughts."
"Thatgoodintentioninsomedegreeexcusesyou,butreflectandseehowemptyaretheselittletriumphsofvanity,howunworthyofatrulypoor
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soulandhowtheydrawitasidefromsalvation.Iknowthattherearecertainsocialexigencies--society.Yes,yes,butafterallonecaneveninthosepleasureswhichtheChurchtolerates--Isaytolerates--bringtobearthatperfumeofgood-willtowardone'sneighborofwhichtheScripturesspeak,andwhichistheappanage--insomedegree...thegloriousappanage.Yes,yes,goon."
"Father,Ihavenotbeenabletoresistcertaintemptationstogluttony."
"Again,again!Beginwithyourself.Youarehereatthetribunalofpenitence;well,promiseGodtostruggleenergeticallyagainsttheselittlecarnaltemptations,whicharenotinthemselvesserioussins--oh!no,Iknowit--but,afterall,theseconstantsolicitationsproveapersistentattachment--displeasingtoHim--tothefugitiveanddeceitfuldelightsofthisworld.Hum,hum!andhasthisgluttonyshownitselfbymoreblameworthyactionsthanusual--isitsimplythesameaslastmonth?"
"Thesameaslastmonth,father."
"Yes,yes,pastrybetweenmeals,"Isighedgravely.
"Yes,father,andalmostalwaysaglassofCapriorofSyracuseafterit."
"OrofSyracuseafterit.Well,letthatpass,letthatpass."
Ifanciedthatthementionofthispastryandthosechoicewineswasbecomingasourceofstrayingthoughtsonmypart,forwhichImentallyaskedforgivenessofheaven.
"Whatelsedoyourecall?"Iasked,passingmyhandovermyface.
"Nothingelse,father;Idonotrecollectanythingelse."
"Wellletasincererepentancespringupinyourheartforthesinsyouhavejustadmitted,andforthosewhichyoumayhaveforgotten;commune
withyourself,humbleyourselfinthepresenceofthegreatactyouhavejustaccomplished.Iwillgiveyouabsolution.Goinpeace."
TheCountessrose,smiledatmewithdiscreetcourtesy,and,resumingherordinaryvoice,saidinalowtone,"TillSaturdayevening,then?"
Ibowedasasignofassent,butfeltratherembarrassedonaccountofmysacredcharacter.
CHAPTERVII
ANEMBASSYBALL
"Don'tsaythatitisnotpretty,"addedmyaunt,brushingthefiredogwiththetipofhertinyboot."Itlendsanespecialcharmtothelook,Imustacknowledge.Acloudofpowderismostbecoming,atouchofrougehasacharmingeffect,andeventhatblueshadowthattheyspread,Idon'tknowhow,undertheeye.Whatcoquettessomewomenare!DidyounoticeAnna'seyesatMadamedeSieurac'slastThursday?Isitallowable?Frankly,canyouunderstandhowanyonecandare?"
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"Well,aunt,Ididnotobjecttothoseeyes,andbetweenourselvestheyhadasoftness."
"Idonotdenythat,theyhadasoftness."
"Andatthesametimesuchastrangebrilliancybeneaththathalfshadow,anexpressionofsuchdeliciouslanguor."
"Yes,certainly,but,afterall,itismakinganexhibitionofone'sself.Butforthat--itisveryprettysometimes--IhaveseenintheBoischarmingcreaturesundertheirred,theirblack,andtheirblue,fortheyputonbluetoo,Godforgiveme!"
"Yes,aunt,Polishblue;itisputonwithastump;itisfortheveins."
Withinterest:"Theyimitateveins!Itisshocking,uponmyword.Butyouseemtoknowallaboutit?"
"Oh,Ihaveplayedsoofteninprivatetheatricals;Ihaveevenquiteacollectionoflittlepotsofcolor,hare's-feetstumps,pencils,etcetera."
"Ah!youhave,yourascal!Areyougoingtothefancyballatthe
Embassyto-morrow?"
"Yes,aunt;andyou,areyougoingincharacter?"
"Onemust,sinceeveryoneelsewill.Theysaytheeffectwillbesplendid."Afterasilence:"Ishallwearpowder;doyouthinkitwillsuitme?"
"Betterthananyone,mydearaunt;youwilllookadorable,Ifeelcertain."
"Weshallsee,youlittlecourtier."
Sherose,gavemeherhandtokisswithanairofexquisitegrace,andseemedabouttowithdraw,then,seeminglychanginghermind:
"SinceyouaregoingtotheEmbassyto-morrow,Ernest,callforme;Iwillgiveyouaseatinthecarriage.Youcangivemeyouropiniononmycostume,andthen,"shebrokeintoalaugh,andtakingmebythehand,addedinmyear:"Bringyourlittlepotsandcomeearly.Thisisbetweenourselves."Sheputherfingertoherlipasasignalfordiscretion."Tilltomorrow,then."
Thefollowingeveningmyaunt'sbedroompresentedaspectacleofmostwilddisorder.
Hermaidandthedressmaker,withhaggardeyes,fortheyhadbeenupallnight,werebothontheirknees,rummagingamidstthebowsofsatin,andfeverishlystickinginpins.
"Howlateyouare,"saidmyaunttome."Doyouknowthatitiseleveno'clock?andwehave,"shecontinued,showingherwhiteteeth,"agreatmanythingstodoyet.Thehorseshavebeenputtothislasthour.Iamsuretheywilltakecoldinthaticycourtyard."Asshespokeshestretchedoutherfoot,shodwithared-heeledslipper,glitteringwith
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goldembroidery.Herplumpfootseemedtooverflowthesideoftheshoeatrifle,andthroughtheopenworkofherbrightsilkstockingtherosyskinofherankleshowedatintervals.
"Whatdoyouthinkofme,MonsieurArtist?"
"But,Countess,mydearaunt,Imean,I--IamdazzledbythisJulysun,thebrightestofalltheyear,youknow.Youareadorable,adorable--andyourhair!"
"Isitnotwellarranged?Silvanididit;hehasnothisequal,thatman.Thediamondsinthehairgosplendidly,andthenthisloftystyleofhead-dressinggivesamajesticturntotheneck.IdonotknowwhetheryouareawarethatIhavealwaysbeenacoquetteasregardsmyneck;itismyonlybitofvanity.Haveyoubroughtyourlittlecolor-pots?"
"Yes,aunt,Ihavethewholeapparatus,andifyouwillsitdown--"
"Iamfrightfullypale-justalittle,Ernest;youknowwhatItoldyou,"andsheturnedherhead,presentingherrighteyetome.Icanstillseethateye.
Idonotknowwhatstrangeperfume,foreigntoauntsingeneral,rose
fromhergarments.
"Youunderstand,mydearboy,thatitisonlyanoccasionlikethepresent,andthenecessitiesofahistoricalcostume,thatmakemeconsenttopaintlikethis."
"Mydearlittleaunt,ifyoumove,myhandwillshake."And,indeed,intouchingherlonglashes,myhandtrembled.
"Ah!yes,inthecorner,alittle--youareright,itgivesasoftness,avagueness,a--itisveryfunny,thatlittlepotofblue.Howuglyitmustbe!Howthingsleadononetoanother!Onceone'shairispowdered,onemusthavealittlepearlpowderonone'sfaceinordernot
tolookasyellowasanorange;andone'scheeksoncewhitened,onecan't--youareticklingmewithyourbrush--onecan'tremainlikeamiller,soatouchofrougeisinevitable.Andthen--seehowwickeditis--if,afterallthat,onedoesnotenlargetheeyesabit,theylookasiftheyhadbeenboredwithagimlet,don'tthey?Itislikethisthatonegoesonlittlebylittle,tillonecomestothegallows."
Myauntbegantolaughfreely,asshestudiedherface.
"Ah!thatisveryeffectivewhatyouhavejustdone--wellundertheeye,that'sit.Whatanimationitgivestothelook!Howcleverthosecreaturesare,howwelltheyknoweverythingthatbecomesone!Itisshameful,forwiththemitisatrick,nothingmore.Oh!youmayputon
alittlemoreofthatblueofyours,Iseewhatitdoesnow.Ithasaverygoodeffect.Howyouarearchingtheeyebrows.Don'tyouthinkitisalittletooblack?YouknowIshouldnotliketolookasif--youareright,though.Wheredidyoulearnallthat?Youmightearnadealofmoney,doyouknow,ifyousetupapractice."
"Well,aunt,areyousatisfied?"
Myauntheldherhand-glassatadistance,broughtitnear,helditawayagain,smiled,and,leaningbackinherchair,said:"Itmustbe
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acknowledgedthatitischarming,this.Whatdoyourfriendscallit?"
"Make-up,aunt."
"Itisvexatiousthatithasnotanothername,forreallyIshallhaverecoursetoitfortheevening--fromtimetotime.Itiscertainthatitisattractive.Haven'tyoualittleboxforthelips?"
"Hereitis."
"Ah!inabottle,itisliquid."
"Itisakindofvinegar,asyousee.Don'tmove,aunt.Putoutyourlipsasifyouwishedtokissme.Youdon'tbychancewantto?"
"Yes,andyoudeserveit.Youwillteachmeyourlittleaccomplishments,willyounot?"
"Willingly,aunt."
"Yourvinegarismiraculous!whatbrightnessitgivestothelips,andhowwhiteone'steethlook.Itistruemyteethwerealways--"
"Anotherofyourbitsofvanity."
"Itisdone,then.Thankyou."Shesmiledatmemincingly,forthevinegarstungherlipsalittle.
Withhermoistenedfingershetookapatchwhichsheplacedwithcharmingcoquetryunderhereye,andanotherwhichsheplacednearthecornerofhermouth,andthen,radiantandadorable,exclaimed:"Hideawayyourlittlecolor-pots;Ihearyourunclecomingforme.Claspmybraceletsforme.Midnight!Omypoorhorses!"
Atthatmomentmyuncleenteredinsilkshortsandadomino.
"IhopeIdonotintrude,"saidhe,gayly,onseeingme.
"Whatnonsense!"saidmyaunt,turningtowardhim."ErnestisgoingtotheEmbassy,likeourselves,andIhaveofferedhimaseatinthecarriage."
Attheaspectofmyaunt,myuncle,dazzled,heldouthisglovedhandtoher,saying,"Youareenchantingthisevening,mydear."Then,withaslysmile,"Yourcomplexionhasafinebrightness,andyoureyeshaveawonderfulbrilliancy."
"Oh,itisthefiretheyhavebeenmakingup--itisstiflinghere.Butyou,mydear,youlooksplendid;Ihaveneverseenyourbeardsoblack."
"ItisbecauseIamsopale--Iamfrozen.Jeanforgottolookaftermyfireatall,anditwentout.Areyouready?"
Myauntsmiledinturnasshetookupherfan.
CHAPTERVIII
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MYAUNTASVENUS
SincethatdaywhenIkissedMadamedeB.rightonthecentreoftheneck,assheheldoutherforeheadtome,therehascreptintoourintercourseanindescribable,coquettishcoolness,whichisneverthelessbynomeansunpleasant.Thematterofthekisshasneverbeencompletelyexplained.IthappenedjustasIleftSaint-Cyr.Iwasfullofardor,andthecravingsofmyheartsometimesblindedme.Isay