第11章

类别:其他 作者:Honoré de Balzac字数:11392更新时间:18/12/13 14:32:20
\"Wehavejustheardnewsofadreadfulcatastrophe;thegreatestthinkeroftheage,ourmostlovedfriend,whowaslikealightamongusfortwoyears——\" \"LouisLambert!\" \"Hasfallenavictimtocatalepsy.Thereisnohopeforhim,\"saidBianchon. \"Hewilldie,hissoulwanderingintheskies,hisbodyunconsciousonearth,\"saidMichelChrestiensolemnly. \"Hewilldieashelived,\"saidd\'Arthez. \"Lovefelllikeafirebrandinthevastempireofhisbrainandburnedhimaway,\"saidLeonGiraud. \"Yes,\"saidJosephBridau,\"hehasreachedaheightthatwecannotsomuchassee.\" \"WEaretobepitied,notLouis,\"saidFulgenceRidal. \"Perhapshewillrecover,\"exclaimedLucien. \"FromwhatMeyrauxhasbeentellingus,recoveryseemsimpossible,\" answeredBianchon.\"Medicinehasnopoweroverthechangethatisworkinginhisbrain.\" \"Yettherearephysicalmeans,\"saidd\'Arthez. \"Yes,\"saidBianchon;\"wemightproduceimbecilityinsteadofcatalepsy.\" \"Istherenowayofofferinganotherheadtothespiritofevil?I wouldgiveminetosavehim!\"criedMichelChrestien. \"AndwhatwouldbecomeofEuropeanfederation?\"askedd\'Arthez. \"Ah!true,\"repliedMichelChrestien.\"OurdutytoHumanitycomesfirst;toonemanafterwards.\" \"Icameherewithaheartfullofgratitudetoyouall,\"saidLucien. \"Youhavechangedmyalloyintogoldencoin.\" \"Gratitude!Forwhatdoyoutakeus?\"askedBianchon. \"Wehadthepleasure,\"addedFulgence. \"Well,soyouareajournalist,areyou?\"askedLeonGiraud.\"ThefameofyourfirstappearancehasreachedeventheLatinQuarter.\" \"Iamnotajournalistyet,\"returnedLucien. \"Aha!Somuchthebetter,\"saidMichelChrestien. \"Itoldyouso!\"saidd\'Arthez.\"Lucienknowsthevalueofacleanconscience.Whenyoucansaytoyourselfasyoulayyourheadonthepillowatnight,\'Ihavenotsatinjudgmentonanotherman\'swork;I havegivenpaintonoone;Ihavenotusedtheedgeofmywittodealastabtosomeharmlesssoul;Ihavesacrificednoone\'ssuccesstoajest;Ihavenoteventroubledthehappinessofimbecility;Ihavenotaddedtotheburdensofgenius;Ihavescornedtheeasytriumphsofepigram;inshort,Ihavenotactedagainstmyconvictions,\'isnotthisaviaticumthatgivesonedailystrength?\" \"Butonecansayallthis,surely,andyetworkonanewspaper,\"saidLucien.\"IfIhadabsolutelynootherwayofearningaliving,I shouldcertainlycometothis.\" \"Oh!oh!oh!\"criedFulgence,hisvoicerisinganoteeachtime;\"wearecapitulating,arewe?\" \"Hewillturnjournalist,\"LeonGiraudsaidgravely.\"Oh,Lucien,ifyouwouldonlystayandworkwithus!Weareabouttobringoutaperiodicalinwhichjusticeandtruthshallneverbeviolated;wewillspreaddoctrinesthat,perhaps,willbeofrealservicetomankind——\" \"Youwillnothaveasinglesubscriber,\"LucienbrokeinwithMachiavellianwisdom. \"Therewillbefivehundredofthem,\"assertedMichelChrestien,\"buttheywillbeworthfivehundredthousand.\" \"Youwillneedalotofcapital,\"continuedLucien. \"No,onlydevotion,\"saidd\'Arthez. \"Anybodymighttakehimforaperfumer\'sassistant,\"burstoutMichelChrestien,lookingatLucien\'shead,andsniffingcomically.\"Youwereseendrivingaboutinaverysmartturnoutwithapairofthoroughbreds,andamistressforaprince,Coralieherself.\" \"Well,andisthereanyharminit?\" \"Youwouldnotsaythatifyouthoughtthattherewasnoharminit,\" saidBianchon. \"IcouldhavewishedLucienaBeatrice,\"saidd\'Arthez,\"anoblewoman,whowouldhavebeenahelptohiminlife——\" \"But,Daniel,\"askedLucien,\"loveislovewhereveryoufindit,isitnot?\" \"Ah!\"saidtherepublicanmember,\"onthatonepointIamanaristocrat.Icouldnotbringmyselftoloveawomanwhomustrubshoulderswithallsortsofpeopleinthegreen-room;whomanactorkissesonstage;shemustlowerherselfbeforethepublic,smileoneveryone,liftherskirtsasshedances,anddresslikeaman,thatalltheworldmayseewhatnoneshouldseesaveIalone.OrifIlovedsuchawoman,sheshouldleavethestage,andmyloveshouldcleanseherfromthestainofit.\" \"Andifshewouldnotleavethestage?\" \"Ishoulddieofmortification,jealousy,andallsortsofpain.Youcannotpluckloveoutofyourheartasyoudrawatooth.\" Lucien\'sfacegrewdarkandthoughtful. \"WhentheyfindoutthatIamtoleratingCamusot,howtheywilldespiseme,\"hethought. \"Lookhere,\"saidthefiercerepublican,withhumorousfierceness,\"youcanbeagreatwriter,butalittleplay-actoryoushallneverbe,\"andhetookuphishatandwentout. \"Heishard,isMichelChrestien,\"commentedLucien. \"Hardandsalutary,likethedentist\'spincers,\"saidBianchon. \"Michelforeseesyourfuture;perhapsinthestreet,atthismoment,heisthinkingofyouwithtearsinhiseyes.\" D\'Arthezwaskind,andtalkedcomfortingly,andtriedtocheerLucien. Thepoetspentanhourwithhisfriends,thenhewent,buthisconsciencetreatedhimhardly,cryingtohim,\"Youwillbeajournalist——ajournalist!\"asthewitchcriedtoMacbeththatheshouldbekinghereafter! Outinthestreet,helookedupatd\'Arthez\'swindows,andsawafaintlightshininginthem,andhisheartsank.Adimforebodingtoldhimthathehadbiddenhisfriendsgood-byeforthelasttime. AsheturnedoutofthePlacedelaSorbonneintotheRuedeCluny,hesawacarriageatthedoorofhislodging.CoraliehaddrivenallthewayfromtheBoulevardduTempleforthesakeofamomentwithherloveranda\"good-night.\"Lucienfoundhersobbinginhisgarret.Shewouldbeaswretchedlypoorasherpoet,shewept,asshearrangedhisshirtsandglovesandhandkerchiefsinthecrazychestofdrawers.Herdistresswassorealandsogreat,thatLucien,butevennowchiddenforhisconnectionwithanactress,sawCoralieasasaintreadytoassumethehair-shirtofpoverty.Theadorablegirl\'sexcuseforhervisitwasanannouncementthatthefirmofCamusot,Coralie,andLucienmeanttoinviteMatifat,Florine,andLousteau(thesecondtrio)tosupper;hadLucienanyinvitationstoissuetopeoplewhomightbeusefultohim?LuciensaidthathewouldtakecounselofLousteau. Afewmomentswerespenttogether,andCoraliehurriedaway.ShesparedLucientheknowledgethatCamusotwaswaitingforherbelow. Nextmorning,ateighto\'clock,LucienwenttoEtienneLousteau\'sroom,founditempty,andhurriedawaytoFlorine.LousteauandFlorine,settledintopossessionoftheirnewquarterslikeamarriedcouple,receivedtheirfriendintheprettybedroom,andallthreebreakfastedsumptuouslytogether. \"Why,Ishouldadviseyou,myboy,tocomewithmetoseeFelicienVernou,\"saidLousteau,whentheysatattable,andLucienhadmentionedCoralie\'sprojectedsupper;\"askhimtobeoftheparty,andkeepwellwithhim,ifyoucankeepwellwithsucharascal.FelicienVernoudoesafeuilletonforapoliticalpaper;hemightperhapsintroduceyou,andyoucouldblossomoutintoleadersinitatyourease.ItisaLiberalpaper,likeours;youwillbeaLiberal,thatisthepopularparty;andbesides,ifyoumeantogoovertotheMinisterialists,youwoulddobetterforyourselfiftheyhadreasontobeafraidofyou.ThenthereisHectorMerlinandhisMme.duVal- Noble;youmeetgreatpeopleattheirhouse——dukesanddandiesandmillionaires;didn\'ttheyaskyouandCoralietodinewiththem?\" \"Yes,\"repliedLucien;\"youaregoingtoo,andsoisFlorine.\"LucienandEtiennewerenowonfamiliartermsafterFriday\'sdebauchandthedinnerattheRocherdeCancale. \"Verywell,Merlinisonthepaper;weshallcomeacrosshimprettyoften;heisthechaptofollowcloseonFinot\'sheels.Youwoulddowelltopayhimattention;askhimandMme.duVal-Nobletosupper.Hemaybeusefultoyoubeforelong;forrancorouspeoplearealwaysinneedofothers,andhemaydoyouagoodturnifhecanreckononyourpen.\" \"Yourbeginninghasmadeenoughsensationtosmoothyourway,\"saidFlorine;\"takeadvantageofitatonce,oryouwillsoonbeforgotten.\" \"Thebargain,thegreatbusiness,isconcluded,\"Lousteaucontinued. \"ThatFinot,withoutasparkoftalentinhim,istobeeditorofDauriat\'sweeklypaper,withasalaryofsixhundredfrancspermonth,andownerofasixthshare,forwhichhehasnotpaidonepenny.AndI,mydearfellow,amnoweditorofourlittlepaper.EverythingwentoffasIexpected;Florinemanagedsuperbly,shecouldgivepointstoTallyrandhimself.\" \"Wehaveaholdonmenthroughtheirpleasures,\"saidFlorine,\"whileadiplomatistonlyworksontheirself-love.Adiplomatistseesamanmadeupfortheoccasion;weknowhiminhismomentsoffolly,soourpowerisgreater.\" \"Andwhenthethingwassettled,Matifatmadethefirstandlastjokeofhiswholedruggist\'scareer,\"putinLousteau.\"Hesaid,\'Thisaffairisquiteinmyline;Iamsupplyingdrugstothepublic.\'\" \"IsuspectthatFlorineputhimuptoit,\"criedLucien. \"Andbythesemeans,mylittledear,yourfootisinthestirrup,\" continuedLousteau. \"Youwerebornwithasilverspooninyourmouth,\"remarkedFlorine. \"Whatlotsofyoungfellowswaitforyears,waittilltheyaresickofwaiting,forachancetogetanarticleintoapaper!YouwilldolikeEmileBlondet.Insixmonths\'timeyouwillbegivingyourselfhighandmightyairs,\"sheadded,withamockingsmile,inthelanguageofherclass. \"Haven\'tIbeeninParisforthreeyears?\"saidLousteau,\"andonlyyesterdayFinotbegantopaymeafixedmonthlysalaryofthreehundredfrancs,andahundredfrancspersheetforhispaper.\" \"Well;youaresayingnothing!\"exclaimedFlorine,withhereyesturnedonLucien. \"Weshallsee,saidLucien. \"Mydearboy,ifyouhadbeenmybrother,Icouldnothavedonemoreforyou,\"retortedLousteau,somewhatnettled,\"butIwon\'tanswerforFinot.ScoresofsharpfellowswillbesiegeFinotforthenexttwodayswithofferstoworkforlowpay.Ihavepromisedforyou,butyoucandrawbackifyoulike——Youlittleknowhowluckyyouare,\"headdedafterapause.\"Allthoseinoursetcombinetoattackanenemyinvariouspapers,andlendeachotherahelpinghandallround.\" \"LetusgointhefirstplacetoFelicienVernou,\"saidLucien.Hewaseagertoconcludeanalliancewithsuchformidablebirdsofprey. Lousteausentforacab,andthepairoffriendsdrovetoVernou\'shouseonthesecondfloorupanalleyintheRueMandar.ToLucien\'sgreatastonishment,theharsh,fastidious,andseverecritic\'ssurroundingswerevulgartothelastdegree.Amarbledpaper,cheapandshabby,withameaninglesspatternrepeatedatregularintervals,coveredthewalls,andaseriesofaquatintsingiltframesdecoratedtheapartment,whereVernousatattablewithawomansoplainthatshecouldonlybethelegitimatemistressofthehouse,andtwoverysmallchildrenperchedonhighchairswithabarinfronttopreventtheinfantsfromtumblingout.FelicienVernou,inacottondressing- gowncontrivedoutoftheremainsofoneofhiswife\'sdresses,wasnotoverwellpleasedbythisinvasion. \"Haveyoubreakfasted,Lousteau?\"heasked,placingachairforLucien. \"WehavejustleftFlorine;wehavebeenbreakfastingwithher.\" LuciencouldnottakehiseyesoffMme.Vernou.Shelookedlikeastout,homelycook,withatolerablyfaircomplexion,butcommonplacetothelastdegree.Theladyworeabandanatiedoverhernight-cap,thestringsofthelatterarticleofdressbeingtiedsotightlyunderthechinthatherpuffycheeksstoodoutoneitherside.Ashapeless,beltlessgarment,fastenedbyasinglebuttonatthethroat,envelopedherfromheadtofootinsuchafashionthatacomparisontoamilestoneatoncesuggesteditself.Herhealthleftnoroomforhope; hercheekswerealmostpurple;herfingerslookedlikesausages.InamomentitdawneduponLucienhowitwasthatVernouwasalwayssoillateaseinsociety;herewasthelivingexplanationofhismisanthropy.Sickofhismarriage,unabletobringhimselftoabandonhiswifeandfamily,hehadyetsufficientoftheartistictempertosuffercontinuallyfromtheirpresence;Vernouwasanactorbynatureboundnevertopardonthesuccessofanother,condemnedtochronicdiscontentbecausehewasnevercontentwithhimself.LucienbegantounderstandthesourlookwhichseemedtoaddtothebleakexpressionofenvyonVernou\'sface;theacerbityoftheepigramswithwhichhisconversationwassown,thejournalist\'spungentphrases,keenandelaboratelywroughtasastiletto,wereatonceexplained. \"Letusgointomystudy,\"Vernousaid,risingfromthetable;\"youhavecomeonbusiness,nodoubt.\" \"Yesandno,\"repliedEtienneLousteau.\"Itisasupper,oldchap.\" \"IhavebroughtamessagefromCoralie,\"saidLucien(Mme.Vernoulookedupatonceatthename),\"toaskyoutosupper \"Shewilltakeoffenceifwedon\'tgo;andyouareverygladofherwhenyouhaveabilltodiscount.\" \"Thiswifeofmine,mydearboy,canneverbemadetounderstandthatasupperengagementfortwelveo\'clockdoesnotpreventyoufromgoingtoaneveningpartythatcomestoanendateleven.SheisalwayswithmewhileIwork,\"headded. \"Youhavesomuchimagination!\"saidLucien,andtherebymadeamortalenemyofVernou. \"Well,\"continuedLousteau,\"youarecoming;butthatisnotall.M. deRubempreisabouttobeoneofus,soyoumustpushhiminyourpaper.Givehimoutforachapthatwillmakeanameforhimselfinliterature,sothathecanputinatleastacoupleofarticleseverymonth.\" \"Yes,ifhemeanstobeoneofus,andwillattackourenemies,aswewillattackhis,IwillsayawordforhimattheOperato-night,\" repliedVernou. \"Verywell——good-byetillto-morrow,myboy,\"saidLousteau,shakinghandswitheverysignofcordiality.\"Whenisyourbookcomingout?\" \"ThatdependsonDauriat;itisready,\"saidVernoupater-familias. \"Areyousatisfied?\" \"Yesandno——\" \"Wewillgetupasuccess,\"saidLousteau,andherosewithabowtohiscolleague\'swife. Theabruptdeparturewasnecessaryindeed;forthetwoinfants,engagedinanoisyquarrel,werefightingwiththeirspoons,andflingingthepapineachother\'sfaces. \"That,myboy,isawomanwhoallunconsciouslywillworkgreathavocincontemporaryliterature,\"saidEtienne,whentheycameaway.\"PoorVernoucannotforgiveusforhiswife.Heoughttoberelievedofherintheinterestsofthepublic;andadelugeofblood-thirstyreviewsandstingingsarcasmsagainstsuccessfulmenofeverysortwouldbeaverted.Whatistobecomeofamanwithsuchawifeandthatpairofabominablebrats?HaveyouseenRigaudininPicard\'sLaMaisonenLoterie?Youhave?Well,likeRigaudin,Vernouwillnotfighthimself,buthewillsetothersfighting;hewouldgiveaneyetoputoutbotheyesintheheadofthebestfriendhehas.Youwillseehimusingthebodiesoftheslainforastepping-stone,rejoicingovereveryone\'smisfortunes,attackingprinces,dukes,marquises,andnobles,becausehehimselfisacommoner;revilingtheworkofunmarriedmenbecauseheforsoothhasawife;andeverlastinglypreachingmorality,thejoysofdomesticlife,andthedutiesofthecitizen.Inshort,thisverymoralcriticwillsparenoone,noteveninfantsoftenderage.HelivesintheRueMandarwithawifewhomightbetheMamamouchioftheBourgeoisgentilhommeandacoupleoflittleVernousasuglyassin. HetriestosneerattheFaubourgSaint-Germain,wherehewillneversetfoot,andmakeshisduchessestalklikehiswife.ThatisthesortofmantoraiseahowlattheJesuits,insulttheCourt,andcredittheCourtpartywiththedesignofrestoringfeudalrightsandtherightofprimogeniture——justtheonetopreachacrusadeforEquality,hethatthinkshimselftheequalofnoone.Ifhewereabachelor,hewouldgointosociety;ifhewereinafairwaytobeaRoyalistpoetwithapensionandtheCrossoftheLegionofHonor,hewouldbeanoptimist,andjournalismoffersstarting-pointsbythehundred. Journalismisthegiantcatapultsetinmotionbypigmyhatreds.Haveyouanywishtomarryafterthis?Vernouhasnoneofthemilkofhumankindnessinhim,itisallturnedtogall;andheisemphaticallytheJournalist,atigerwithtwohandsthattearseverythingtopieces,asifhispenhadthehydrophobia.\" \"Itisacaseofgunophobia,\"saidLucien.\"Hasheability?\" \"Heiswitty,heisawriterofarticles.Heincubatesarticles;hedoesthatallhislifeandnothingelse.Themostdoggedindustrywouldfailtograftabookonhisprose.Felicienisincapableofconceivingaworkonalargescale,ofbroadeffects,offittingcharactersharmoniouslyinaplotwhichdevelopstillitreachesaclimax.Hehasideas,buthehasnoknowledgeoffacts;hisheroesareutopiancreatures,philosophicalorLiberalnotionsmasquerading.Heisatpainstowriteanoriginalstyle,buthisinflatedperiodswouldcollapseatapin-prickfromacritic;andthereforehegoesinterrorofreviews,likeeveryoneelsewhocanonlykeephisheadabovewaterwiththebladdersofnewspaperpuffs.\" \"Whatanarticleyouaremakingoutofhim!\" \"Thatparticularkind,myboy,mustbespoken,andneverwritten.\" \"Youareturningeditor,\"saidLucien. \"WhereshallIputyoudown?\" \"AtCoralie\'s.\" \"Ah!weareinfatuated,\"saidLousteau.\"Whatamistake!DoasIdowithFlorine,letCoraliebeyourhousekeeper,andtakeyourfling.\" \"Youwouldsendasainttoperdition,\"laughedLucien. \"Well,thereisnodamningadevil,\"retortedLousteau. Theflippanttone,thebrillianttalkofthisnewfriend,hisviewsoflife,hisparadoxes,theaxiomsofParisianMachiavelism,——allthesethingsimpressedLucienunawares.Theoreticallythepoetknewthatsuchthoughtswereperilous;buthebelievedthempracticallyuseful. ArrivedintheBoulevardduTemple,thefriendsagreedtomeetattheofficebetweenfourandfiveo\'clock.HectorMerlinwoulddoubtlessbethere.Lousteauwasright.TheinfatuationofdesirewasuponLucien; forthecourtesanwholovesknowshowtograppleherlovertoherbyeveryweaknessinhisnature,fashioningherselfwithincredibleflexibilitytohiseverywish,encouragingthesoft,effeminatehabitswhichstrengthenherhold.Lucienwasthirstingalreadyforenjoyment; hewasinlovewiththeeasy,luxurious,andexpensivelifewhichtheactressled. HefoundCoralieandCamusotintoxicatedwithjoy.TheGymnaseofferedCoralieanengagementafterEasterontermsforwhichshehadneverdaredtohope. \"Andthisgreatsuccessisowingtoyou,\"saidCamusot. \"Yes,surely.TheAlcaldewouldhavefallenflatbutforhim,\"criedCoralie;\"iftherehadbeennoarticle,IshouldhavebeeninforanothersixyearsoftheBoulevardtheatres.\" ShedanceduptoLucienandflungherarmsroundhim,puttinganindescribablesilkensoftnessandsweetnessintoherenthusiasm.LovehadcometoCoralie.AndCamusot?hiseyesfell.Lookingdownafterthewontofmankindinmomentsofsharppain,hesawtheseamofLucien\'sboots,adeepyellowthreadusedbythebestbootmakersofthattime,instrongcontrastwiththeglisteningleather.Thecolorofthatseamhadtingedhisthoughtsduringapreviousconversationwithhimself,ashesoughttoexplainthepresenceofamysteriouspairofhessiansinCoralie\'sfender.Herememberednowthathehadseenthenameof\"Gay,RuedelaMichodiere,\"printedinblacklettersonthesoftwhitekidlining. \"Youhaveahandsomepairofboots,sir,\"hesaid. \"Likeeverythingelseabouthim,\"saidCoralie. \"Ishouldbeverygladofyourbootmaker\'saddress.\" \"Oh,howliketheRuedesBourdonnaistoaskforatradesman\'saddress,\"criedCoralie.\"DoYOUintendtopatronizeayoungman\'sbootmaker?Aniceyoungmanyouwouldmake!Dokeeptoyourowntop- boots;theyarethekindforasteady-goingmanwithawifeandfamilyandamistress.\" \"Indeed,ifyouwouldtakeoffoneofyourboots,sir,Ishouldbeverymuchobliged,\"persistedCamusot. \"Icouldnotgetitonagainwithoutabutton-hook,\"saidLucien,flushingup. \"Berenicewillfetchyouone;wecandowithsomehere,\"jeeredCamusot. \"PapaCamusot!\"saidCoralie,lookingathimwithcruelscorn,\"havethecourageofyourpitifulbaseness.Come,speakout!Youthinkthatthisgentleman\'sbootsareverylikemine,doyounot?——Iforbidyoutotakeoffyourboots,\"sheadded,turningtoLucien——\"Yes,M. Camusot.Yes,yousawsomebootslyingaboutinthefenderheretheotherday,andthatistheidenticalpair,andthisgentlemanwashidinginmydressing-roomatthetime,waitingforthem;andhehadpassedthenighthere.Thatwaswhatyouwerethinking,hein?Thinkso;Iwouldratheryoudid.Itisthesimpletruth.Iamdeceivingyou.AndifIam?Idoittopleasemyself.\" Shesatdown.Therewasnoangerinherface,noembarrassment;shelookedfromCamusottoLucien.Thetwomenavoidedeachother\'seyes. \"Iwillbelievenothingthatyoudonotwishmetobelieve,\"saidCamusot.\"Don\'tplaywithme,Coralie;Iwaswrong——\" \"Iameitherashamelessbaggagethathastakenasuddenfancy;orapoor,unhappygirlwhofeelswhatlovereallyisforthefirsttime,thelovethatallwomenlongfor.Andwhicheverwayitis,youmustleavemeortakemeasIam,\"shesaid,withaqueenlygesturethatcrushedCamusot. \"Isitreallytrue?\"heasked,seeingfromtheirfacesthatthiswasnojest,yetbeggingtobedeceived. \"Ilovemademoiselle,\"Lucienfalteredout. Atthatword,Coraliesprangtoherpoetandheldhimtightlytoher; then,withherarmsstillabouthim,sheturnedtothesilk-mercer,asiftobidhimseethebeautifulpicturemadebytwoyounglovers. \"PoorMusot,takeallthatyougavetomebackagain;Idonotwanttokeepanythingofyours;forIlovethisboyheremadly,notforhisintellect,butforhisbeauty.Iwouldratherstarvewithhimthanhavemillionswithyou.\" Camusotsankintoalowchair,hidhisfaceinhishands,andsaidnotaword. \"Wouldyoulikeustogoaway?\"sheasked.Therewasanoteofferocityinhervoicewhichnowordscandescribe. ColdchillsrandownLucien\'sspine;hebeheldhimselfburdenedwithawoman,anactress,andahousehold. \"Stayhere,Coralie;keepitall,\"theoldtradesmansaidatlast,inafaint,unsteadyvoicethatcamefromhisheart;\"Idon\'twantanythingback.Thereistheworthofsixtythousandfrancshereinthefurniture;butIcouldnotbeartothinkofmyCoralieinwant.Andyet,itwillnotbelongbeforeyoucometowant.Howevergreatthisgentleman\'stalentmaybe,hecan\'taffordtokeepyou.Weoldfellowsmustexpectthissortofthing.Coralie,letmecomeandseeyousometimes;Imaybeofusetoyou.And——Iconfessit;Icannotlivewithoutyou.\" Thepoorman\'sgentleness,strippedashewasofhishappinessjustashappinesshadreacheditsheight,touchedLuciendeeply.Coraliewasquiteunsoftenedbyit. \"Comeasoftenasyouwish,poorMusot,\"shesaid;\"IshalllikeyouallthebetterwhenIdon\'tpretendtoloveyou.\" Camusotseemedtoberesignedtohisfatesolongashewasnotdrivenoutoftheearthlyparadise,inwhichhislifecouldnothavebeenalljoy;hetrustedtothechancesoflifeinParisandtothetemptationsthatwouldbesetLucien\'spath;hewouldwaitawhile,andallthathadbeenhisshouldbehisagain.Soonerorlater,thoughtthewilytradesman,thishandsomeyoungfellowwouldbeunfaithful;hewouldkeepawatchonhim;andthebettertodothisandusehisopportunitywithCoralie,hewouldbetheirfriend.ThepersistentpassionthatcouldconsenttosuchhumiliationterrifiedLucien.Camusot\'sproposalofadinneratVery\'sinthePalaisRoyalwasaccepted. \"Whatjoy!\"criedCoralie,assoonasCamusothaddeparted.\"YouwillnotgobacknowtoyourgarretintheLatinQuarter;youwilllivehere.Weshallalwaysbetogether.YoucantakearoomintheRueCharlotforthesakeofappearances,andvoguelegalere!\" ShebegantodanceherSpanishdance,withanexcitedeagernessthatrevealedthestrengthofthepassioninherheart. \"IfIworkhardImaymakefivehundredfrancsamonth,\"Luciensaid. \"AndIshallmakeasmuchagainatthetheatre,withoutcountingextras.Camusotwillpayformydressesasbefore.Heisfondofme! WecanlivelikeCroesusonfifteenhundredfrancsamonth.\" \"Andthehorses?andthecoachman?andthefootman?\"inquiredBerenice. \"Iwillgetintodebt,\"saidCoralie.AndshebegantodancewithLucien. \"ImustclosewithFinotafterthis,\"Lucienexclaimed. \"There!\"saidCoralie,\"Iwilldressandtakeyoutoyouroffice.I willwaitoutsideintheboulevardforyouwiththecarriage.\" LuciensatdownonthesofaandmadesomeverysoberreflectionsashewatchedCoralieathertoilet.ItwouldhavebeenwisertoleaveCoraliefreethantostartallatoncewithsuchanestablishment;butCoraliewastherebeforehiseyes,andCoraliewassolovely,sograceful,sobewitching,thatthemorepicturesqueaspectsofbohemiawereinevidence;andheflungdownthegauntlettofortune. BerenicewasorderedtosuperintendLucien\'sremovalandinstallation; andCoralie,triumphant,radiant,andhappy,carriedoffherlove,herpoet,andmustneedsgoalloverParisonthewaytotheRueSaint- Fiacre.Lucienspranglightlyupthestaircase,andenteredtheofficewithanairofbeingquiteathome.Coloquintewastherewiththestampedpaperstillonhishead;andoldGiroudeautoldhimagain,hypocriticallyenough,thatnoonehadyetcomein. \"ButtheeditorandcontributorsMUSTmeetsomewhereorothertoarrangeaboutthejournal,\"saidLucien. \"Verylikely;butIhavenothingtodowiththewritingofthepaper,\" saidtheEmperor\'scaptain,resuminghisoccupationofcheckingoffwrapperswithhiseternalbroum!broum! Wasitluckyorunlucky?FinotchancedtocomeinatthatverymomenttoannouncehisshamabdicationandtobidGiroudeauwatchoverhisinterests. \"Noshilly-shallywiththisgentleman;heisonthestaff,\"Finotaddedforhisuncle\'sbenefit,ashegraspedLucienbythehand. \"Oh!isheonthepaper?\"exclaimedGiroudeau,muchsurprisedatthisfriendliness.\"Well,sir,youcameonwithoutmuchdifficulty.\" \"Iwanttomakethingssnugforyouhere,lestEtienneshouldbamboozleyou,\"continuedFinot,lookingknowinglyatLucien.\"Thisgentlemanwillbepaidthreefrancspercolumnallround,includingtheatres.\" \"Youhavenevertakenanyoneonsuchtermsbefore,\"saidGiroudeau,openinghiseyes. \"AndhewilltakethefourBoulevardtheatres.Seethatnobodysneakshisboxes,andthathegetshisshareoftickets——Ishouldadviseyou,nevertheless,tohavethemsenttoyouraddress,\"headded,turningtoLucien——\"Andheagreestowritebesidestenmiscellaneousarticlesoftwocolumnseach,forfiftyfrancspermonth,foroneyear.Doesthatsuityou?\" \"Yes,\"saidLucien.Circumstanceshadforcedhishand. \"Drawuptheagreement,uncle,andwewillsignitwhenwecomedownstairs.\" \"Whoisthegentleman?\"inquiredGiroudeau,risingandtakingoffhisblacksilkskull-cap. \"M.LuciendeRubempre,whowrotethearticleonTheAlcalde.\" \"Youngman,youhaveagoldmineTHERE,\"saidtheoldsoldier,tappingLucienontheforehead.\"Iamnotliterarymyself,butIreadthatarticleofyours,andIlikedit.Thatisthekindofthing!There\'sgaietyforyou!\'Thatwillbringusnewsubscribers,\'saysItomyself.Andsoitdid.Wesoldfiftymorenumbers.\" \"IsmyagreementwithLousteaumadeoutinduplicateandreadytosign?\"askedFinot,speakingaside. \"Yes.\" \"Thenante-datethisgentleman\'sagreementbyoneday,sothatLousteauwillbeboundbythepreviouscontract.\" Finottookhisnewcontributor\'sarmwithafriendlinessthatcharmedLucien,anddrewhimoutonthelandingtosay:—— \"Yourpositionismadeforyou.IwillintroduceyoutoMYstaffmyself,andto-nightLousteauwillgoroundwithyoutothetheatres. YoucanmakeahundredandfiftyfrancspermonthonthislittlepaperofourswithLousteauasitseditor,sotrytokeepwellwithhim.Theroguebearsagrudgeagainstmeasitis,fortyinghishandssofarasyouareconcerned;butyouhaveability,andIdon\'tchoosethatyoushallbesubjectedtothewhimsoftheeditor.Youmightletmehaveacoupleofsheetseverymonthformyreview,andIwillpayyoutwohundredfrancs.Thisisbetweenourselves,don\'tmentionittoanybodyelse;Ishouldbelaidopentothespiteofeveryonewhosevanityismortifiedbyyourgoodfortune.Writefourarticles,fillyourtwosheets,signtwowithyourownname,andtwowithapseudonym,sothatyoumaynotseemtobetakingthebreadoutofanybodyelse\'smouth.YouoweyourpositiontoBlondetandVignon; theythinkthatyouhaveafuturebeforeyou.Sokeepoutofscrapes,and,aboveallthings,beonyourguardagainstyourfriends.Asforme,weshallalwaysgetonwelltogether,youandI.Helpme,andI