第9章

类别:其他 作者:De Balzac, Honore字数:11935更新时间:18/12/18 13:57:11
Love,pure,andsanctioned,thelovemyfather,nowreturningrichandprosperous,willauthorize,hasraisedmewithitspowerfulyetchildlikehandfromthegraveinwhichIslept。Youhavewakenedmeasthesunwakenstheflowers。TheeyesofyourbelovedarenolongerthoseofthelittleModestesodaringinherignorance,——no,theyaredimmedwiththesightofhappiness,andthelidscloseoverthem。To—dayItremblelestIcanneverdeservemyfate。Thekinghascomeinhisglory;mylordhasnowasubjectwhoaskspardonforthelibertiesshehastaken,likethegamblerwithloadeddiceaftercheatingMonsieurdeGrammont。 Mycherishedpoet!IwillbethyMignon——happierfarthantheMignonofGoethe,forthouwiltleavemeinmineownland,——inthyheart。JustasIwritethispledgeofourbetrothalanightingaleintheVilquinparkanswersforthee。Ah,tellmequickthathisnote,sopure,soclear,sofull,whichfillsmyheartwithjoyandlovelikeanAnnunciation,doesnotlietome。 MyfatherwillpassthroughParisonhiswayfromMarseilles;thehouseofMongenod,withwhomhecorresponds,willknowhisaddress。Gotohim,myMelchior,tellhimthatyouloveme;butdonottrytotellhimhowIloveyou,——letthatbeforeverbetweenourselvesandGod。I,mydearone,amabouttotelleverythingtomymother。Herheartwilljustifymyconduct;shewillrejoiceinoursecretpoem,soromantic,humananddivineinone。 Youhavetheconfessionofthedaughter;youmustnowobtaintheconsentoftheComtedeLaBastie,fatherofyourModeste。 P。S。——Aboveall,donotcometoHavrewithouthavingfirstobtainedmyfather’sconsent。IfyoulovemeyouwillnotfailtofindhimonhiswaythroughParis。 \"Whatareyoudoing,upatthishour,MademoiselleModeste?\"saidthevoiceofDumayatherdoor。 \"Writingtomyfather,\"sheanswered;\"didyounottellmeyoushouldstartinthemorning?\" Dumayhadnothingtosaytothat,andhewenttobed,whileModestewroteanotherlongletter,thistimetoherfather。 Onthemorrow,FrancoisCochet,terrifiedatseeingtheHavrepostmarkontheenvelopewhichErnesthadmailedthenightbefore,broughtheryoungmistressthefollowingletterandtookawaytheonewhichModestehadwritten:—— ToMademoiselleO。d’EsteM。,——Myhearttellsmethatyouwerethewomansocarefullyveiledanddisguised,andseatedbetweenMonsieurandMadameLatournelle,whohavebutonechild,ason。 Ah,mylove,ifyouhaveonlyamodeststation,withoutdistinction,withoutimportance,withoutmoneyeven,youdonotknowhowhappythatwouldmakeme。Yououghttounderstandmebythistime;whywillyounottellmethetruth?Iamnopoet,—— exceptinheart,throughlove,throughyou。Oh!whatpowerofaffectionthereisinmetokeepmehereinthishotel,insteadofmountingtoIngouvillewhichIcanseefrommywindows。WillyoueverlovemeasIloveyou?ToleaveHavreinsuchuncertainty!AmInotpunishedforlovingyouasifIhadcommittedacrime?ButI obeyyoublindly。Letmehavealetterquickly,forifyouhavebeenmysterious,Ihavereturnedyoumysteryformystery,andI mustatlastthrowoffmydisguise,showyouthepoetthatIam,andabdicatemyborrowedglory。 ThislettermadeModesteterriblyuneasy。ShecouldnotgetbacktheonewhichFrancoisehadcarriedawaybeforeshecametothelastwords,whosemeaningshenowsoughtbyreadingthemagainandagain; butshewenttoherownroomandwroteananswerinwhichshedemandedanimmediateexplanation。 CHAPTERXIV MATTERSGROWNCOMPLICATED DuringtheselittleeventsotherlittleeventsweregoingoninHavre,whichcausedModestetoforgetherpresentuneasiness。DumaywentdowntoHavreearlyinthemorning,andsoondiscoveredthatnoarchitecthadbeenintownthedaybefore。FuriousatButscha’slie,whichrevealedaconspiracyofwhichhewasresolvedtoknowthemeaning,herushedfromthemayor’sofficetohisfriendLatournelle。 \"Where’syourMasterButscha?\"hedemandedofthenotary,whenhesawthattheclerkwasnotinhisplace。 \"Butscha,mydearfellow,hasgonetoParis。Heheardsomenewsofhisfatherthismorningonthequays,fromaSwedishsailor。ItseemsthefatherwenttotheIndiesandservedaprince,orsomething,andheisnowinParis。\" \"Lies!it’sallatrick!infamous!I’llfindthatdamnedcrippleifI’vegottogoexpresstoParisforhim,\"criedDumay。\"Butschaisdeceivingus;heknowssomethingaboutModeste,andhasn’ttoldus。Ifhemeddlesinthisthingheshallneverbeanotary。I’llrollhiminthemudfromwhichhecame,I’ll——\" \"Come,come,myfriend;neverhangamanbeforeyoutryhim,\"saidLatournelle,frightenedatDumay’srage。 Afterstatingthefactsonwhichhissuspicionswerefounded,DumaybeggedMadameLatournelletogoandstayattheChaletduringhisabsence。 \"YouwillfindthecolonelinParis,\"saidthenotary。\"IntheshippingnewsquotedthismorningintheJournalofCommerce,IfoundundertheheadofMarseilles——here,seeforyourself,\"hesaid,offeringthepaper。\"’TheBettinaMignon,CaptainMignon,arrivedOctober6’;itisnowthe17th,andthecolonelissuretobeinParis。\" DumayrequestedGobenheimtodowithouthiminfuture,andthenwentbacktotheChalet,whichhereachedjustasModestewassealinghertwoletters,toherfatherandCanalis。Exceptfortheaddresstheletterswerepreciselyalikebothinweightandappearance。ModestethoughtshehadlaidthattoherfatheroverthattoherMelchior,buthad,infact,doneexactlythereverse。Thismistake,sooftenmadeinthelittlethingsoflife,occasionedthediscoveryofhersecretbyDumayandhermother。TheformerwastalkingvehementlytoMadameMignoninthesalon,andrevealingtoherhisfreshfearscausedbyModeste’sduplicityandButscha’sconnivance。 \"Madame,\"hecried,\"heisaserpentwhomwehavewarmedinourbosoms;there’snoplaceinhiscontortedlittlebodyforasoul!\" Modesteputtheletterforherfatherintothepocketofherapron,supposingittobethatforCanalis,andcamedownstairswiththeletterforherloverinherhand,toseeDumaybeforehestartedforParis。 \"WhathashappenedtomyBlackDwarf?whyareyoutalkingsoloud!\" shesaid,appearingatthedoor。 \"Mademoiselle,ButschahasgonetoParis,andyou,nodoubt,knowwhy,——tocarryonthataffairofthelittlearchitectwiththesulphurwaistcoat,who,unluckilyforthehunchback’slies,hasneverbeenhere。\" Modestewasstruckdumb;feelingsurethatthedwarfhaddepartedonamissionofinquiryastoherpoet’smorals,sheturnedpale,andsatdown。 \"I’mgoingafterhim;Ishallfindhim,\"continuedDumay。\"Isthattheletterforyourfather,mademoiselle?\"headded,holdingouthishand。 \"IwilltakeittotheMongenods。GodgrantthecolonelandImaynotpasseachotherontheroad。\" Modestegavehimtheletter。Dumaylookedmechanicallyattheaddress。 \"’MonsieurleBarondeCanalis,ruedeParadis—Poissoniere,No。29’!\" hecriedout;\"whatdoesthatmean?\" \"Ah,mydaughter!thatisthemanyoulove,\"exclaimedMadameMignon; \"thestanzasyousettomusicwerehis——\" \"Andthat’shisportraitthatyouhaveinaframeupstairs,\"addedDumay。 \"Givemebackthatletter,MonsieurDumay,\"saidModeste,erectingherselflikealionessdefendinghercubs。 \"Thereitis,mademoiselle,\"hereplied。 Modesteputitintothebosomofherdress,andgaveDumaytheoneintendedforherfather。 \"Iknowwhatyouarecapableof,Dumay,\"shesaid;\"andifyoutakeonestepagainstMonsieurdeCanalis,Ishalltakeanotheroutofthishouse,towhichIwillneverreturn。\" \"Youwillkillyourmother,mademoiselle,\"repliedDumay,wholefttheroomandcalledhiswife。 Thepoormotherwasindeedhalf—fainting,——strucktotheheartbyModeste’swords。 \"Good—bye,wife,\"saidtheBreton,kissingtheAmerican。\"Takecareofthemother;Igotosavethedaughter。\" Hemadehispreparationsforthejourneyinafewminutes,andstartedforHavre。AnhourlaterhewastravellingposttoParis,withthehastethatnothingbutpassionorspeculationcangetoutofwheels。 RecoveringherselfunderModeste’stendercare,MadameMignonwentuptoherbedroomleaningonthearmofherdaughter,towhomshesaid,ashersolereproach,whentheywerealone:—— \"Myunfortunatechild,seewhatyouhavedone!Whydidyouconcealanythingfromme?AmIsoharsh?\" \"Oh!Iwasjustgoingtotellittoyoucomfortably,\"sobbedModeste。 Shethereuponrelatedeverythingtohermother,readherthelettersandtheiranswers,andshedtheroseofherpoempetalbypetalintotheheartofthekindGermanwoman。Whenthisconfidence,whichtookhalftheday,wasover,whenshesawsomethingthatwasalmostasmileonthelipsofthetooindulgentmother,Modestefelluponherbreastintears。 \"Oh,mother!\"shesaidamidhersobs,\"you,whoseheart,allgoldandpoetry,isachosenvessel,chosenofGodtoholdasacredlove,asingleandcelestiallovethatenduresforlife;you,whomIwishtoimitatebylovingnoonebutmyhusband,——youwillsurelyunderstandwhatbittertearsIamnowshedding。Thisbutterfly,thisPsycheofmythoughts,thisdualsoulwhichIhavenurturedwithmaternalcare,mylove,mysacredlove,thislivingmysteryofmysteries——itisabouttofallintovulgarhands,andtheywilltearitsdiaphanouswingsandrenditsveilunderthemiserablepretextofenlighteningme,ofdiscoveringwhethergeniusisasprudentasabanker,whethermyMelchiorhassavedhismoney,orwhetherhehassomeentanglementtoshakeoff;theywanttofindoutifheisguiltytobourgeoiseyesofyouthfulindiscretions,——whichtothesunofourlovearelikethecloudsofthedawn。Oh!whatwillcomeofit?whatwilltheydo?See! feelmyhand,itburnswithfever。Ah!Ishallneversurviveit。\" AndModeste,reallytakenwithachill,wasforcedtogotobed,causingseriousuneasinesstohermother,MadameLatournelle,andMadameDumay,whotookgoodcareofherduringthejourneyofthelieutenanttoParis,——towhichcitythelogicofeventscompelsustotransportourdramaforamoment。 Trulymodestminds,likethatofErnestdeLaBriere,butespeciallythosewho,knowingtheirownvalue,alsoknowthattheyareneitherlovednorappreciated,canunderstandtheinfinitejoytowhichtheyoungsecretaryabandonedhimselfonreadingModeste’sletter。Coulditbethatafterthinkinghimloftyandwittyinsoul,hisyoung,hisartless,histricksomemistressnowthoughthimhandsome?Thisflatteryistheflatterysupreme。Andwhy?Beautyis,undoubtedly,thesignatureofthemastertotheworkintowhichhehasputhissoul;itisthedivinespiritmanifested。Andtoseeitwhereitisnot,tocreateitbythepowerofaninwardlook,——isnotthatthehighestreachoflove?Andsothepooryouthcriedaloudwithalltheraptureofanapplaudedauthor,\"AtlastIambeloved!\"Whenawoman,beshemaid,wife,orwidow,letsthecharmingwordsescapeher,\"Thouarthandsome,\"thewordsmaybefalse,butthemanopenshisthickskulltotheirsubtlepoison,andthenceforthheisattachedbyaneverlastingtietotheprettyflatterer,thetrueorthedeceivedjudge;shebecomeshisparticularworld,hethirstsforhercontinualtestimony,andheneverweariesofit,evenifheisacrownedprince。 Ernestwalkedproudlyupanddownhisroom;hestruckathree—quarter,full—face,andprofileattitudebeforetheglass;hetriedtocriticisehimself;butavoice,diabolicallypersuasive,whisperedtohim,\"Modesteisright。\"Hetookupherletterandre—readit;hesawhisfairestofthefair;hetalkedwithher;then,inthemidstofhisecstacy,adreadfulthoughtcametohim:—— \"ShethinksmeCanalis,andshehasamillionofmoney!\" Downwenthishappiness,justasasomnambulist,havingattainedthepeakofaroof,hearsavoice,awakes,andfallscrusheduponthepavement。 \"WithoutthehalooffameIshallbehideousinhereyes,\"hecried; \"whatamaddeningsituationIhaveputmyselfin!\" LaBrierewastoomuchthemanofhisletterswhichwehaveread,hisheartwastoonobleandpuretoallowhimtohesitateatthecallofhonor。HeatonceresolvedtofindModeste’sfather,ifhewereinParis,andconfessalltohim,andtoletCanalisknowtheseriousresultsoftheirParisianjest。Toasensitivenaturelikehis,Modeste’slargefortunewasinitselfadeterminingreason。Hecouldnotallowittobeevensuspectedthattheardorofthecorrespondence,sosincereonhispart,hadinviewthecaptureofa\"dot。\"TearswereinhiseyesashemadehiswaytotherueChantereinetofindthebankerMongenod,whosefortuneandbusinessconnectionswerepartlytheworkoftheministertowhomErnestowedhisstartinlife。 AtthehourwhenLaBrierewasinquiringaboutthefatherofhisbelovedfromtheheadofthehouseofMongenod,andgettinginformationthatmightbeusefultohiminhisstrangeposition,ascenewastakingplaceinCanalis’sstudywhichtheex—lieutenant’shastydeparturefromHavremayhaveledthereadertoforesee。 Likeatruesoldieroftheimperialschool,Dumay,whoseBretonbloodhadboiledallthewaytoParis,consideredapoettobeapoorstickofafellow,ofnoconsequencewhatever,——abuffoonaddictedtochoruses,livinginagarret,dressedinblackclothesthatwerewhiteateveryseam,wearingbootsthatwereoccasionallywithoutsoles,andlinenthatwasunmentionable,andwhosefingersknewmoreaboutinkthansoap;inshort,onewholookedalwaysasifhehadtumbledfromthemoon,exceptwhenscribblingatadesk,likeButscha。ButtheseethingoftheBreton’sheartandbrainreceivedaviolentapplicationofcoldwaterwhenheenteredthecourtyardoftheprettyhouseoccupiedbythepoetandsawagroomwashingacarriage,andalso,throughthewindowsofahandsomedining—room,avaletdressedlikeabanker,towhomthegroomreferredhim,andwhoanswered,lookingthestrangeroverfromheadtofoot,thatMonsieurlebaronwasnotvisible。\"Thereis,\"addedtheman,\"ameetingofthecouncilofstateto—day,atwhichMonsieurlebaronisobligedtobepresent。\" \"IsthisreallythehouseofMonsieurCanalis,\"saidDumay,\"awriterofpoetry?\" \"MonsieurlebarondeCanalis,\"repliedthevalet,\"isthegreatpoetofwhomyouspeak;butheisalsothepresidentofthecourtofClaimsattachedtotheministryofforeignaffairs。\" Dumay,whohadcometoboxtheearsofascribblingnobody,foundhimselfconfrontedbyahighfunctionaryofthestate。Thesalonwherehewastoldtowaitoffered,asatopicforhismeditations,theinsigniaoftheLegionofhonorglitteringonablackcoatwhichthevalethadleftuponachair。Presentlyhiseyeswereattractedbythebeautyandbrilliancyofasilver—giltcupbearingthewords\"GivenbyMADAME。\"Thenhebeheldbeforehim,onapedestal,aSevresvaseonwhichwasengraved,\"ThegiftofMadamelaDAUPHINE。\" ThesemuteadmonitionsbroughtDumaytohissenseswhilethevaletwenttoaskhismasterifhewouldreceiveapersonwhohadcomefromHavreexpresslytoseehim,——astrangernamedDumay。 \"Whatsortofaman?\"askedCanalis。 \"Heiswell—dressed,andwearstheribbonoftheLegionofhonor。\" Canalismadeasignofassent,andthevaletretreated,andthenreturnedandannounced,\"MonsieurDumay。\" Whenheheardhimselfannounced,whenhewasactuallyinpresenceofCanalis,inastudyasgorgeousasitwaselegant,withhisfeetonacarpetfarhandsomerthananyinthehouseofMignon,andwhenhemetthestudiedglanceofthepoetwhowasplayingwiththetasselsofasumptuousdressing—gown,Dumaywassocompletelytakenabackthatheallowedthegreatpoettohavethefirstword。 \"TowhatdoIowethehonorofyourvisit,monsieur?\" \"Monsieur,\"beganDumay,whoremainedstanding。 \"Ifyouhaveagooddealtosay,\"interruptedCanalis,\"Imustaskyoutobeseated。\" AndCanalishimselfplungedintoanarmchairalaVoltaire,crossedhislegs,raisedtheupperonetothelevelofhiseyeandlookedfixedlyatDumay,whobecame,tousehisownmartialslang,\"bayonetted。\" \"Iamlistening,monsieur,\"saidthepoet;\"mytimeisprecious,——theministersareexpectingme。\" \"Monsieur,\"saidDumay,\"Ishallbebrief。Youhaveseduced——how,Idonotknow——ayoungladyinHavre,young,beautiful,andrich;thelastandonlyhopeoftwonoblefamilies;andIhavecometoaskyourintentions。\" Canalis,whohadbeenbusyduringthelastthreemonthswithseriousmattersofhisown,andwastryingtogethimselfmadecommanderoftheLegionofhonorandministertoaGermancourt,hadcompletelyforgottenModeste’sletter。\" \"I!\"heexclaimed。 \"You!\"repeatedDumay。 \"Monsieur,\"answeredCanalis,smiling;\"IknownomoreofwhatyouaretalkingaboutthanifyouhadsaiditinHebrew。Iseduceayounggirl!I,who——\"andasuperbsmilecrossedhisfeatures。\"Come,come,monsieur,I’mnotsuchachildastostealfruitoverthehedgeswhenIhaveorchardsandgardensofmyownwherethefinestpeachesripen。 AllParisknowswheremyaffectionsareset。VerylikelytheremaybesomeyounggirlinHavrefullofenthusiasmformyverses,——ofwhichtheyarenotworthy;thatwouldnotsurprisemeatall;nothingismorecommon。See!lookatthatlovelycofferofebonyinlaidwithmother—of—pearl,andedgedwiththatiron—workasfineaslace。ThatcofferbelongedtoPopeLeoX。,andwasgiventomebytheDuchessedeChaulieu,whoreceiveditfromthekingofSpain。IuseittoholdthelettersIreceivefromladiesandyounggirlslivingineveryquarterofEurope。Oh!IassureyouIfeeltheutmostrespectfortheseflowersofthesoul,cutandsentinmomentsofenthusiasmthatareworthyofallreverence。Yes,tometheimpulseofaheartisanobleandsublimething!Others——scoffers——lighttheircigarswithsuchletters,orgivethemtotheirwivesforcurl—papers;butI,whoamabachelor,monsieur,Ihavetoomuchdelicacynottopreservetheseartlessofferings——sofresh,sodisinterested——inatabernacleoftheirown。Infact,Iguardthemwithaspeciesofveneration,andatmydeaththeywillbeburnedbeforemyeyes。Peoplemaycallthatridiculous,butIdonotcare。Iamgrateful;theseproofsofdevotionenablemetobearthecriticismsandannoyancesofaliterarylife。 WhenIreceiveashotinthebackfromsomeenemylurkingundercoverofadailypaper,Ilookatthatcasketandthink,——hereandthereinthiswideworldthereareheartswhosewoundshavebeenhealed,orsoothed,ordressedbyme!\" Thisbitofpoetry,declaimedwithallthetalentofagreatactor,petrifiedthelieutenant,whoseeyesopenedtotheirutmostextent,andwhoseastonishmentdelightedthepoet。 \"Iwillpermityou,\"continuedthepeacock,spreadinghistail,\"outofrespectforyourposition,whichIfullyappreciate,toopenthatcofferandlookfortheletterofyouryounglady。ThoughIknowIamright,Iremembernames,andIassureyouyouaremistakeninthinking——\" \"AndthisiswhatapoorchildcomestointhisgulfofParis!\"criedDumay,——\"thedarlingofherparents,thejoyofherfriends,thehopeofall,pettedbyall,theprideofafamily,whohassixpersonssodevotedtoherthattheywouldwillinglymakearampartoftheirlivesandfortunesbetweenherandsorrow。Monsieur,\"Dumayremarkedafterapause,\"youareagreatpoet,andIamonlyapoorsoldier。ForfifteenyearsIservedmycountryintheranks;Ihavehadthewindofmanyabulletinmyface;IhavecrossedSiberiaandbeenaprisonerthere;theRussiansflungmeonakibitka,andGodknowswhatI suffered。Ihaveseenthousandsofmycomradesdie,——butyou,youhavegivenmeachilltothemarrowofmybones,suchasIneverfeltbefore。\" Dumayfanciedthathiswordsmovedthepoet,butinfacttheyonlyflatteredhim,——athingwhichatthisperiodofhislifehadbecomealmostanimpossibility;forhisambitiousmindhadlongforgottenthefirstperfumedphialthatpraisehadbrokenoverhishead。 \"Ah,mysoldier!\"hesaidsolemnly,layinghishandonDumay’sshoulder,andthinkingtohimselfhowdrollitwastomakeasoldieroftheempiretremble,\"thisyounggirlmaybeallinalltoyou,buttosocietyatlargewhatisshe?nothing。AtthismomentthegreatestmandarininChinamaybeyieldinguptheghostandputtinghalftheuniverseinmourning,andwhatisthattoyou?TheEnglisharekillingthousandsofpeopleinIndiamoreworthythanweare;why,atthisverymomentwhileIamspeakingtoyousomeravishingwomanisbeingburnedalive,——didthatmakeyoucarelessforyourcupofcoffeethismorningatbreakfast?NotadaypassesinParisthatsomemotherinragsdoesnotcastherinfantontheworldtobepickedupbywhoeverfindsit;andyetsee!hereisthisdeliciousteainacupthatcostfivelouis,andIwriteverseswhichParisianwomenrushtobuy,exclaiming,’Divine!delicious!charming!foodforthesoul!’Socialnature,likeNatureherself,isagreatforgetter。Youwillbequitesurprisedtenyearshenceatwhatyouhavedoneto—day。Youarehereinacitywherepeopledie,wheretheymarry,wheretheyadoreeachotheratanassignation,whereyounggirlssuffocatethemselves,wherethemanofgeniuswithhiscargoofthoughtsteemingwithhumanebeneficencegoestothebottom,——allsidebyside,sometimesunderthesameroof,andyetignorantofeachother,ignorantandindifferent。 Andhereyoucomeamongusandaskustoexpirewithgriefatthiscommonplaceaffair。\" \"Youcallyourselfapoet!\"criedDumay,\"butdon’tyoufeelwhatyouwrite?\" \"Goodheavens!ifweenduredthejoysorthewoeswesingweshouldbeaswornoutinthreemonthsasapairofoldboots,\"saidthepoet,smiling。\"Butstay,youshallnotcomefromHavretoParistoseeCanaliswithoutcarryingsomethingbackwithyou。Warrior!\"(CanalishadtheformandactionofanHomerichero)\"learnthisfromthepoet: Everynoblesentimentinmanisapoemsoexclusivelyindividualthathisnearestfriend,hisotherself,caresnothingforit。Itisatreasurewhichishisalone,itis——\" \"Forgivemeforinterruptingyou,\"saidDumay,whowasgazingatthepoetwithhorror,\"butdidyouevercometoHavre?\" \"Iwasthereforadayandanightinthespringof1824onmywaytoLondon。\" \"Youareamanofhonor,\"continuedDumay;\"willyougivemeyourwordthatyoudonotknowMademoiselleModesteMignon?\" \"Thisisthefirsttimethatnameeverstruckmyear,\"repliedCanalis。 \"Ah,monsieur!\"saidDumay,\"intowhatdarkintrigueamIabouttoplunge?CanIcountuponyoutohelpmeinmyinquiries?——forIamcertainthatsomeonehasbeenusingyourname。YououghttohavehadaletteryesterdayfromHavre。\" \"Ireceivednone。Besure,monsieur,thatIwillhelpyou,\"saidCanalis,\"sofarasIhavetheopportunityofdoingso。\" Dumaywithdrew,hishearttornwithanxiety,believingthatthewretchedButschahadworntheskinofthepoettodeceiveModeste; whereasButschahimself,keen—wittedasaprinceseekingrevenge,andfarclevererthananypaidspy,wasferrettingoutthelifeandactionsofCanalis,escapingnoticebyhisinsignificance,likeaninsectthatboresitswayintothesapofatree。 TheBretonhadscarcelyleftthepoet’shousewhenLaBriereenteredhisfriend’sstudy。Naturally,CanalistoldhimofthevisitofthemanfromHavre。 \"Ha!\"saidErnest,\"ModesteMignon;thatisjustwhatIhavecometospeakof。\" \"Ah,bah!\"criedCanalis;\"haveIhadatriumphbyproxy?\" \"Yes;andhereisthekeytoit。Myfriend,Iamlovedbythesweetestgirlinalltheworld,——beautifulenoughtoshinebesidethegreatestbeautiesinParis,withaheartandmindworthyofClarissa。Shehasseenme;Ihavepleasedher,andshethinksmethegreatCanalis。Butthatisnotall。ModesteMignonisofhighbirth,andMongenodhasjusttoldmethatherfather,theComtedeLaBastie,hassomethinglikesixmillions。Thefatherisherenow,andIhaveaskedhimthroughMongenodforaninterviewattwoo’clock。Mongenodistogivehimahint,justaword,thatitconcernsthehappinessofhisdaughter。ButyouwillreadilyunderstandthatbeforeseeingthefatherIfeelIoughttomakeacleanbreastofittoyou。\" \"Amongtheplantswhoseflowersbloominthesunshineoffame,\"saidCanalis,impressively,\"thereisone,andthemostmagnificent,whichbearsliketheorange—treeagoldenfruitamidthemingledperfumesofbeautyandofmind;alovelyplant,atruetenderness,aperfectbliss,and——iteludesme。\"CanalislookedatthecarpetthatErnestmightnotreadhiseyes。\"CouldI,\"hecontinuedafterapausetoregainhisself—possession,\"howcouldIhavedivinedthatflowerfromaprettysheetofperfumedpaper,thattrueheart,thatyounggirl,thatwomaninwhomlovewearstheliveryofflattery,wholovesusforourselves,whooffersusfelicity?Itneededbutanangelorademontoperceiveher;andwhatamIbuttheambitiousheadofaCourtofClaims!Ah,myfriend,famemakesusthetargetofathousandarrows。 Oneofusoweshisrichmarriagetoanhydraulicpieceofpoetry,whileI,moreseductive,moreawoman’smanthanhe,havemissedmine,——for,doyouloveher,poorgirl?\"hesaid,lookingupatLaBriere。 \"Oh!\"ejaculatedtheyoungman。 \"Wellthen,\"saidthepoet,takinghissecretary’sarmandleaningheavilyuponit,\"behappy,Ernest。ByamereaccidentIhavebeennotungratefultoyou。Youarerichlyrewardedforyourdevotion,andI willgenerouslyfurtheryourhappiness。\" Canaliswasfurious;buthecouldnotbehaveotherwisethanwithpropriety,andhemadethebestofhisdisappointmentbymountingitasapedestal。 \"Ah,Canalis,Ihaveneverreallyknownyoutillthismoment。\" \"Didyouexpectto?Ittakessometimetogoroundtheworld,\"repliedthepoetwithhispompousirony。 \"Butthink,\"saidLaBriere,\"ofthisenormousfortune。\" \"Ah,myfriend,isitnotwellinvestedinyou?\"criedCanalis,accompanyingthewordswithacharminggesture。 \"Melchior,\"saidLaBriere,\"Iamyoursforlifeanddeath。\" Hewrungthepoet’shandandlefthimabruptly,forhewasinhastetomeetMonsieurMignon。 CHAPTERXV AFATHERSTEPSIN TheComtedeLaBastiewasatthismomentoverwhelmedwiththesorrowswhichlayinwaitforhimastheirprey。Hehadlearnedfromhisdaughter’sletterofBettina’sdeathandofhiswife’sinfirmity,andDumayrelatedtohim,whentheymet,histerribleperplexityastoModeste’sloveaffairs。 \"Leavemetomyself,\"hesaidtohisfaithfulfriend。 Asthelieutenantclosedthedoor,theunhappyfatherthrewhimselfonasofa,withhisheadinhishands,weepingthoseslow,scantytearswhichsuffusetheeyesofamanofsixty,butdonotfall,——tearssoondried,yetquicktostartagain,——thelastdewsofthehumanautumn。 \"Tohavechildren,tohaveawife,toadorethem——whatisitbuttohavemanyheartsandbarethemtoadagger?\"hecried,springingupwiththeboundofatigerandwalkingupanddowntheroom。\"Tobeafatheristogiveone’sselfover,boundhandandfoottosorrow。IfI meetthatD’EstournyIwillkillhim。Tohavedaughters!——onegivesherlifetoascoundrel,theother,myModeste,fallsavictimtowhom?acoward,whodeceivesherwiththegildedpaperofapoet。IfitwereCanalishimselfitmightnotbesobad;butthatScapinofalover!——Iwillstranglehimwithmytwohands,\"hecried,makinganinvoluntarygestureoffuriousdetermination。\"Andwhatthen?supposemyModesteweretodieofgrief?\" HegazedmechanicallyoutofthewindowsofthehoteldesPrinces,andthenreturnedtothesofa,wherehesatmotionless。ThefatiguesofsixvoyagestoIndia,theanxietiesofspeculation,thedangershehadencounteredandevaded,andhismanygriefs,hadsilveredCharlesMignon’shead。Hishandsomesoldierlyface,sopureinoutlineandnowbronzedbythesunsofChinaandthesouthernseas,hadacquiredanairofdignitywhichhispresentgriefrenderedalmostsublime。 \"Mongenodtoldmehefeltconfidenceintheyoungmanwhoiscomingtoaskmeformydaughter,\"hethoughtatlast;andatthismomentErnestdeLaBrierewasannouncedbyoneoftheservantswhomMonsieurdeLaBastiehadattachedtohimselfduringthelastfouryears。