第3章

类别:其他 作者:Honoré de Balzac字数:23571更新时间:18/12/21 14:21:51
IftheLivonianhadhappenedtomeetMadameMarneffeinsteadofLisbethFischer,hewouldhavefoundaprotectresswhosecomplaisancemusthaveledhimintosomeboggyordiscreditablepath,wherehewouldhavebeenlost。Hewouldcertainlyneverhaveworked,northeartisthavebeenhatchedout。Thus,whilehedeploredtheoldmaid’sgraspingavarice,hisreasonbidhimpreferherironhandtothelifeofidlenessandperilledbymanyofhisfellow-countrymen。 Thiswastheincidentthathadgivenrisetothecoalitionoffemaleenergyandmasculinefeebleness——acontrastinunionsaidnottobeuncommoninPoland。 In1833MademoiselleFischer,whosometimesworkedintothenightwhenbusinesswasgood,ataboutoneo’clockonemorningperceivedastrongsmellofcarbonicacidgas,andheardthegroansofadyingman。Thefumesandthegaspingcamefromagarretoverthetworoomsformingherdwelling,andshesupposedthatayoungmanwhohadbutlatelycometolodgeinthisattic——whichhadbeenvacantforthreeyears—— wascommittingsuicide。Sheranupstairs,brokeinthedoorbyapushwithherpeasantstrength,andfoundthelodgerwrithingonacamp-bedintheconvulsionsofdeath。Sheextinguishedthebrazier;thedoorwasopen,theairrushedin,andtheexilewassaved。Then,whenLisbethhadputhimtobedlikeapatient,andhewasasleep,shecoulddetectthemotivesofhissuicideinthedestitutionoftherooms,wheretherewasnothingwhateverbutawretchedtable,thecamp-bed,andtwochairs。 Onthetablelayadocument,whichsheread:”IamCountWenceslasSteinbock,bornatPrelia,inLivonia。”Nooneistobeaccusedofmydeath;myreasonsforkillingmyselfare,inthewordsofKosciusko,/FinisPolonioe/!”Thegrand-nephewofavaliantGeneralunderCharlesXII。couldnotbeg。Myweaklyconstitutionforbidsmytakingmilitaryservice,andIyesterdaysawthelastofthehundredthalerswhichIhadbroughtwithmefromDresdentoParis。Ihavelefttwenty- fivefrancsinthedrawerofthistabletopaytherentIowetothelandlord。”Myparentsbeingdead,mydeathwillaffectnobody。IdesirethatmycountrymenwillnotblametheFrenchGovernment。Ihaveneverregisteredmyselfasarefugee,andIhaveaskedfornothing;I havemetnoneofmyfellow-exiles;nooneinParisknowsofmyexistence。”IamdyinginChristianbeliefs。MayGodforgivethelastoftheSteinbocks!”WENCESLAS。” MademoiselleFischer,deeplytouchedbythedyingman’shonesty,openedthedrawerandfoundthefivefive-francpiecestopayhisrent。”Pooryoungman!”criedshe。”Andwithnooneintheworldtocareabouthim!” Shewentdownstairstofetchherwork,andsatstitchinginthegarret,watchingovertheLivoniangentleman。 Whenheawokehisastonishmentmaybeimaginedonfindingawomansittingbyhisbed;itwasliketheprolongationofadream。Asshesatthere,coveringaiguilletteswithgoldthread,theoldmaidhadresolvedtotakechargeofthepooryouthwhomsheadmiredashelaysleeping。 AssoonastheyoungCountwasfullyawake,Lisbethtalkedtogivehimcourage,andquestionedhimtofindouthowhemightmakealiving。 Wenceslas,aftertellinghisstory,addedthatheowedhispositiontohisacknowledgedtalentforthefinearts。Hehadalwayshadapreferenceforsculpture;thenecessarytimeforstudyhad,however,seemedtohimtoolongforamanwithoutmoney;andatthismomenthewasfartooweaktodoanyhardmanuallabororundertakeanimportantworkinsculpture。AllthiswasGreektoLisbethFischer。SherepliedtotheunhappymanthatParisofferedsomanyopeningsthatanymanwithwillandcouragemightfindalivingthere。Amanofspiritneedneverperishifhehadacertainstockofendurance。”Iambutapoorgirlmyself,apeasant,andIhavemanagedtomakemyselfindependent,”saidsheinconclusion。”Ifyouwillworkinearnest,Ihavesavedalittlemoney,andIwilllendyou,monthbymonth,enoughtoliveupon;buttolivefrugally,andnottoplayducksanddrakeswithorsquanderinthestreets。YoucandineinParisfortwenty-fivesousaday,andIwillgetyouyourbreakfastwithmineeveryday。Iwillfurnishyourroomsandpayforsuchteachingasyoumaythinknecessary。YoushallgivemeformalacknowledgmentforthemoneyImaylayoutforyou,andwhenyouarerichyoushallrepaymeall。Butifyoudonotwork,Ishallnotregardmyselfasinanywaypledgedtoyou,andIshallleaveyoutoyourfate。””Ah!”criedthepoorfellow,stillsmartingfromthebitternessofhisfirststrugglewithdeath,”exilesfromeverylandmaywellstretchouttheirhandstoFrance,asthesoulsinPurgatorydotoParadise。 Inwhatothercountryissuchhelptobefound,andgenerousheartseveninsuchagarretasthis?Youwillbeeverythingtome,mybelovedbenefactress;Iamyourslave!Bemysweetheart,”headded,withoneofthecaressinggesturesfamiliartothePoles,forwhichtheyareunjustlyaccusedofservility。”Oh,no;Iamtoojealous,Ishouldmakeyouunhappy;butIwillgladlybeasortofcomrade,”repliedLisbeth。”Ah,ifonlyyouknewhowIlongedforsomefellow-creature,evenatyrant,whowouldhavesomethingtosaytomewhenIwasstrugglinginthevastsolitudeofParis!”exclaimedWenceslas。”IregrettedSiberia,whitherIshouldbesentbytheEmperorifIwenthome——BemyProvidence!——Iwillwork;IwillbeabettermanthanIam,thoughIamnotsuchabadfellow!””WillyoudowhateverIbidyou?”sheasked。”Yes。””Well,then,Iwilladoptyouasmychild,”saidshelightly。”HereI amwithasonrisenfromthegrave。Come!wewillbeginatonce。I willgooutandgetwhatIwant;youcandress,andcomedowntobreakfastwithmewhenIknockontheceilingwiththebroomstick。” Thatday,MademoiselleFischermadesomeinquiries,atthehousestowhichshecarriedherworkhome,astothebusinessofasculptor。BydintofmanyquestionssheendedbyhearingofthestudiokeptbyFlorentandChanor,ahousethatmadeaspecialbusinessofcastingandfinishingdecorativebronzesandhandsomesilverplate。ThithershewentwithSteinbock,recommendinghimasanapprenticeinsculpture,anideathatwasregardedastooeccentric。Theirbusinesswastocopytheworksofthegreatestartists,buttheydidnotteachthecraft。Theoldmaid’spersistentobstinacysofarsucceededthatSteinbockwastakenontodesignornament。Heverysoonlearnedtomodelornament,andinventednovelties;hehadagiftforit。 Fivemonthsafterhewasoutofhisapprenticeshipasafinisher,hemadeacquaintancewithStidmann,thefamousheadofFlorent’sstudios。 WithintwentymonthsWenceslaswasaheadofhismaster;butinthirtymonthstheoldmaid’ssavingsofsixteenyearshadmeltedentirely。 Twothousandfivehundredfrancsingold!——asumwithwhichshehadintendedtopurchaseanannuity;andwhatwastheretoshowforit?A Pole’sreceipt!AndatthismomentLisbethwasworkingashardasinheryoungdaystosupplytheneedsofherLivonian。 Whenshefoundherselfthepossessorofapieceofpaperinsteadofhergoldlouis,shelostherhead,andwenttoconsultMonsieurRivet,whoforfifteenyearshadbeenhiscleverhead-worker’sfriendandcounselor。Onhearingherstory,MonsieurandMadameRivetscoldedLisbeth,toldhershewascrazy,abusedallrefugeeswhoseplotsforreconstructingtheirnationcompromisedtheprosperityofthecountryandthemaintenanceofpeace;andtheyurgedLisbethtofindwhatintradeiscalledsecurity。”Theonlyholdyouhaveoverthisfellowisonhisliberty,”observedMonsieurRivet。 MonsieurAchilleRivetwasassessorattheTribunalofCommerce。”Imprisonmentisnojokeforaforeigner,”saidhe。”AFrenchmanremainsfiveyearsinprisonandcomesout,freeofhisdebtstobesure,forheisthenceforthboundonlybyhisconscience,andthatnevertroubleshim;butaforeignernevercomesout——Givemeyourpromissorynote;mybookkeeperwilltakeitup;hewillgetitprotested;youwillbothbeprosecutedandbothbecondemnedtoimprisonmentindefaultofpayment;then,wheneverythingisindueform,youmustsignadeclaration。Bydoingthisyourinterestwillbeaccumulating,andyouwillhaveapistolalwaysprimedtofireatyourPole!” Theoldmaidallowedtheselegalstepstobetaken,tellingherprotegenottobeuneasy,astheproceedingsweremerelytoaffordaguaranteetoamoney-lenderwhoagreedtoadvancethemcertainsums。 ThissubterfugewasduetotheinventivegeniusofMonsieurRivet。Theguilelessartist,blindlytrustingtohisbenefactress,lightedhispipewiththestampedpaper,forhesmokedasallmendowhohavesorrowsorenergiesthatneedsoothing。 OnefinedayMonsieurRivetshowedMademoiselleFischeraschedule,andsaidtoher:”HereyouhaveWenceslasSteinbockboundhandandfoot,andsoeffectually,thatwithintwenty-fourhoursyoucanhavehimsnuginClichyfortherestofhisdays。” ThisworthyandhonestjudgeattheChamberofCommerceexperiencedthatdaythesatisfactionthatmustcomeofhavingdoneamalignantgoodaction。BeneficencehassomanyaspectsinParisthatthiscontradictoryexpressionreallyrepresentsoneofthem。TheLivonianbeingfairlyentangledinthetoilsofcommercialprocedure,thepointwastoobtainpayment;fortheillustrioustradesmanlookedonWenceslasasaswindler。Feeling,sincerity,poetry,wereinhiseyesmerefollyinbusinessmatters。 SoRivetwentofftosee,inbehalfofthatpoorMademoiselleFischer,who,ashesaid,hadbeen”done”bythePole,therichmanufacturersforwhomSteinbockhadworked。IthappenedthatStidmann——who,withthehelpofthesedistinguishedmastersofthegoldsmiths’art,wasraisingFrenchworktotheperfectionithasnowreached,allowingittoholditsownagainstFlorenceandtheRenaissance——StidmannwasinChanor’sprivateroomwhenthearmylacemanufacturercalledtomakeinquiriesasto”OneSteinbock,aPolishrefugee。””Whomdoyoucall’OneSteinbock’?DoyoumeanayoungLivonianwhowasapupilofmine?”criedStidmannironically。”Imaytellyou,monsieur,thatheisaverygreatartist。ItissaidofmethatI believemyselftobetheDevil。Well,thatpoorfellowdoesnotknowthatheiscapableofbecomingagod。””Indeed,”saidRivet,wellpleased。Andthenheadded,”ThoughyoutakearathercavaliertonewithamanwhohasthehonortobeanAssessorontheTribunalofCommerceoftheDepartmentoftheSeine。””Yourpardon,Consul!”saidStidmann,withamilitarysalute。”Iamdelighted,”theAssessorwenton,”tohearwhatyousay。Themanmaymakemoneythen?””Certainly,”saidChanor;”buthemustwork。Hewouldhaveatidysumbynowifhehadstayedwithus。Whatistobedone?Artistshaveahorrorofnotbeingfree。””Theyhaveapropersenseoftheirvalueanddignity,”repliedStidmann。”IdonotblameWenceslasforwalkingalone,tryingtomakeaname,andtobecomeagreatman;hehadarighttodoso!Buthewasagreatlosstomewhenheleft。””That,yousee,”exclaimedRivet,”iswhatallyoungstudentsaimatassoonastheyarehatchedoutoftheschool-egg。Beginbysavingmoney,Isay,andseekgloryafterwards。””Itspoilsyourtouchtobepickingupcoin,”saidStidmann。”ItisGlory’sbusinesstobringuswealth。””And,afterall,”saidChanortoRivet,”youcannottetherthem。””Theywouldeatthehalter,”repliedStidmann。”Allthesegentlemenhaveasmuchcapriceastalent,”saidChanor,lookingatStidmann。”Theyspendnoendofmoney;theykeeptheirgirls,theythrowcoinoutofwindow,andthentheyhavenotimetowork。Theyneglecttheirorders;wehavetoemployworkmenwhoareveryinferior,butwhogrowrich;andthentheycomplainofthehardtimes,while,iftheywerebutsteady,theymighthavepilesofgold。””YouoldLumignon,”saidStidmann,”youremindmeofthepublisherbeforetheRevolutionwhosaid——’IfonlyIcouldkeepMontesquieu,Voltaire,andRousseauverypoorinmybackshed,andlockuptheirbreechesinacupboard,whatalotofnicelittlebookstheywouldwritetomakemyfortune。’——Ifworksofartcouldbehammeredoutlikenails,workmenwouldmakethem——Givemeathousandfrancs,anddon’ttalknonsense。” WorthyMonsieurRivetwenthome,delightedforpoorMademoiselleFischer,whodinedwithhimeveryMonday,andwhomhefoundwaitingforhim。”Ifyoucanonlymakehimwork,”saidhe,”youwillhavemoreluckthanwisdom;youwillberepaid,interest,capital,andcosts。ThisPolehastalent,hecanmakealiving;butlockuphistrousersandhisshoes,donotlethimgotothe/Chaumiere/ortheparishofNotre-DamedeLorette,keephiminleading-strings。Ifyoudonottakesuchprecautions,yourartistwilltaketoloafing,andifyouonlyknewwhattheseartistsmeanbyloafing!Shocking!Why,Ihavejustheardthattheywillspendathousand-francnoteinaday!” Thisepisodehadafatalinfluenceonthehome-lifeofWenceslasandLisbeth。Thebenefactressflavoredtheexile’sbreadwiththewormwoodofreproof,nowthatshesawhermoneyindanger,andoftenbelievedittobelost。Fromakindmothershebecameastepmother;shetookthepoorboytotask,shenaggedhim,scoldedhimforworkingtooslowly,andblamedhimforhavingchosensodifficultaprofession。 Shecouldnotbelievethatthosemodelsinredwax——littlefiguresandsketchesforornamentalwork——couldbeofanyvalue。Beforelong,vexedwithherselfforherseverity,shewouldtrytoeffacethetearsbyhercareandattention。 Thenthepooryoungman,aftergroaningtothinkthathewasdependentonthisshrewandunderthethumbofapeasantoftheVosges,wasbewitchedbyhercoaxingwaysandbyamaternalaffectionthatattacheditselfsolelytothephysicalandmaterialsideoflife。Hewaslikeawomanwhoforgivesaweekofill-usageforthesakeofakissandabriefreconciliation。 ThusMademoiselleFischerobtainedcompletepoweroverhismind。Theloveofdominionthatlayasagermintheoldmaid’sheartdevelopedrapidly。Shecouldnowsatisfyherprideandhercravingforaction; hadshenotacreaturebelongingtoher,tobeschooled,scolded,flattered,andmadehappy,withoutanyfearofarival?Thusthegoodandbadsidesofhernaturealikefoundplay。Ifshesometimesvictimizedthepoorartist,shehad,ontheotherhand,delicateimpulseslikethegraceofwildflowers;itwasajoytohertoprovideforallhiswants;shewouldhavegivenherlifeforhim,andWenceslasknewit。Likeeverynoblesoul,thepoorfellowforgotthebadpoints,thedefectsofthewomanwhohadtoldhimthestoryofherlifeasanexcuseforherroughways,andherememberedonlythebenefitsshehaddonehim。 Oneday,exasperatedwithWenceslasforhavinggoneoutwalkinginsteadofsittingatwork,shemadeagreatscene。”Youbelongtome,”saidshe。”Ifyouwereanhonestman,youwouldtrytorepaymethemoneyyouoweassoonaspossible。” Thegentleman,inwhoseveinsthebloodoftheSteinbockswasfired,turnedpale。”Blessme,”shewenton,”wesoonshallhavenothingtoliveonbutthethirtysousIearn——apoorwork-woman!” Thetwopennilesscreatures,workedupbytheirownwarofwords,grewvehement;andforthefirsttimetheunhappyartistreproachedhisbenefactressforhavingrescuedhimfromdeathonlytomakehimleadthelifeofagalleyslave,worsethanthebottomlessvoid,whereatleast,saidhe,hewouldhavefoundrest。Andhetalkedofflight。”Flight!”criedLisbeth。”Ah,MonsieurRivetwasright。” AndsheclearlyexplainedtothePolethatwithintwenty-fourhourshemightbeclappedintoprisonfortherestofhisdays。Itwasacrushingblow。Steinbocksankintodeepmelancholyandtotalsilence。 Inthecourseofthefollowingnight,Lisbethhearingoverheadsomepreparationsforsuicide,wentuptoherpensioner’sroom,andgavehimthescheduleandaformalrelease。”Here,dearchild,forgiveme,”shesaidwithtearsinhereyes。”Behappy;leaveme!Iamtoocrueltoyou;onlytellmethatyouwillsometimesrememberthepoorgirlwhohasenabledyoutomakealiving—— WhatcanIsay?Youarethecauseofmyill-humor。Imightdie; wherewouldyoubewithoutme?Thatisthereasonofmybeingimpatienttoseeyoudosomesalablework。Idonotwantmymoneybackformyself,Iassureyou!Iamonlyfrightenedatyouridleness,whichyoucallmeditation;atyourideas,whichtakeupsomanyhourswhenyousitgazingatthesky;Iwantyoutogetintohabitsofindustry。” Allthiswassaidwithanemphasis,alook,andtearsthatmovedthehigh-mindedartist;heclaspedhisbenefactresstohisheartandkissedherforehead。”Keepthesepieces,”saidhewithasortofcheerfulness。”WhyshouldyousendmetoClichy?AmInotaprisonerhereoutofgratitude?” Thisepisodeoftheirsecretdomesticlifehadoccurredsixmonthspreviously,andhadledtoSteinbock’sproducingthreefinishedworks: thesealinHortense’spossession,thegrouphehadplacedwiththecuriositydealer,andabeautifulclocktowhichhewasputtingthelasttouches,screwinginthelastrivets。 ThisclockrepresentedthetwelveHours,charminglypersonifiedbytwelvefemalefigureswhirlingroundinsomadandswiftadancethatthreelittleLovesperchedonapileoffruitandflowerscouldnotstoponeofthem;onlythetornskirtsofMidnightremainedinthehandofthemostdaringcherub。Thegroupstoodonanadmirablytreatedbase,ornamentedwithgrotesquebeasts。Thehoursweretoldbyamonstrousmouththatopenedtoyawn,andeachHourboresomeingeniouslyappropriatesymbolcharacteristicofthevariousoccupationsoftheday。 ItisnoweasytounderstandtheextraordinaryattachmentofMademoiselleFischerforherLivonian;shewantedhimtobehappy,andshesawhimpining,fadingawayinhisattic。Thecausesofthiswretchedstateofaffairsmaybeeasilyimagined。ThepeasantwomanwatchedthissonoftheNorthwiththeaffectionofamother,withthejealousyofawife,andthespiritofadragon;henceshemanagedtoputeverykindoffollyordissipationoutofhispowerbyleavinghimdestituteofmoney。Shelongedtokeephervictimandcompanionforherselfalone,wellconductedperforce,andshehadnoconceptionofthecrueltyofthissenselesswish,sinceshe,forherownpart,wasaccustomedtoeveryprivation。ShelovedSteinbockwellenoughnottomarryhim,andtoomuchtogivehimuptoanyotherwoman;shecouldnotresignherselftobenomorethanamothertohim,thoughshesawthatshewasmadtothinkofplayingtheotherpart。 Thesecontradictions,thisferociousjealousy,andthejoyofhavingamantoherself,allagitatedheroldmaid’sheartbeyondmeasure。 Reallyinloveasshehadbeenforfouryears,shecherishedthefoolishhopeofprolongingthisimpossibleandaimlesswayoflifeinwhichherpersistencewouldonlybetheruinofthemanshethoughtofasherchild。Thiscontestbetweenherinstinctsandherreasonmadeherunjustandtyrannical。Shewreakedontheyoungmanhervengeanceforherownlotinbeingneitheryoung,rich,norhandsome;then,aftereachfitofrage,recognizingherselfwrong,shestoopedtounlimitedhumility,infinitetenderness。Shenevercouldsacrificetoheridoltillshehadassertedherpowerbyblowsoftheaxe。Infact,itwastheconverseofShakespeare’s/Tempest/——CalibanrulingArielandProspero。 Astothepooryouthhimself,high-minded,meditative,andinclinedtobelazy,thedesertthathisprotectressmadeinhissoulmightbeseeninhiseyes,asinthoseofacagedlion。ThepenalservitudeforcedonhimbyLisbethdidnotfulfilthecravingsofhisheart。Hiswearinessbecameaphysicalmalady,andhewasdyingwithoutdaringtoask,orknowingwheretoprocure,thepriceofsomelittlenecessarydissipation。Onsomedaysofspecialenergy,whenafeelingofutterill-luckaddedtohisexasperation,hewouldlookatLisbethasathirstytraveleronasandyshoremustlookatthebittersea-water。 Theseharshfruitsofindigence,andthisisolationinthemidstofParis,Lisbethrelishedwithdelight。Andbesides,sheforesawthatthefirstpassionwouldrobherofherslave。Sometimessheevenblamedherselfbecauseherowntyrannyandreproacheshadcompelledthepoeticyouthtobecomesogreatanartistofdelicatework,andshehadthusgivenhimthemeansofcastingheroff。 Onthedayafter,thesethreelives,sodifferentlybutsoutterlywretched——thatofamotherindespair,thatoftheMarneffehousehold,andthatoftheunhappyexile——werealltobeinfluencedbyHortense’sguilelesspassion,andbythestrangeoutcomeoftheBaron’slucklesspassionforJosepha。 JustasHulotwasgoingintotheopera-house,hewasstoppedbythedarkenedappearanceofthebuildingandoftheRuelePeletier,wheretherewerenogendarmes,nolights,notheatre-servants,nobarriertoregulatethecrowd。Helookedupattheannouncement-board,andbeheldastripofwhitepaper,onwhichwasprintedthesolemnnotice:”CLOSEDONACCOUNTOFILLNESS。” HerushedofftoJosepha’slodgingsintheRueChauchat;for,likeallthesingers,shelivedcloseathand。”Whomdoyouwant,sir?”askedtheporter,totheBaron’sgreatastonishment。”Haveyouforgottenme?”saidHulot,muchpuzzled。”Onthecontrary,sir,itisbecauseIhavethehonortorememberyouthatIaskyou,Whereareyougoing?” AmortalchillfellupontheBaron。”Whathashappened?”heasked。”IfyougouptoMademoiselleMirah’srooms,MonsieurleBaron,youwillfindMademoiselleHeloiseBrisetoutthere——andMonsieurBixiou,MonsieurLeondeLora,MonsieurLousteau,MonsieurdeVernisset,MonsieurStidmann;andladiessmellingofpatchouli——holdingahousewarming。””Then,where——whereis——?””MademoiselleMirah?——Idon’tknowthatIoughttotellyou。” TheBaronslippedtwofive-francpiecesintotheporter’shand。”Well,sheisnowintheRuedelaVillel’Eveque,inafinehouse,giventoher,theysay,bytheDucd’Herouville,”repliedthemaninawhisper。 Havingascertainedthenumberofthehouse,MonsieurHulotcalleda/milord/anddrovetooneofthoseprettymodernhouseswithdoubledoors,whereeverything,fromthegaslightattheentrance,proclaimsluxury。 TheBaron,inhisblueclothcoat,whiteneckcloth,nankeentrousers,patentleatherboots,andstifflystarchedshirt-frill,wassupposedtobeaguest,thoughalatearrival,bythejanitorofthisnewEden。 Hisalacrityofmannerandquickstepjustifiedthisopinion。 Theporterrangabell,andafootmanappearedinthehall。Thisman,asnewasthehouse,admittedthevisitor,whosaidtohiminanimperioustone,andwithalordlygesture:”TakeinthiscardtoMademoiselleJosepha。” Thevictimmechanicallylookedroundtheroominwhichhefoundhimself——ananteroomfullofchoiceflowersandoffurniturethatmusthavecosttwentythousandfrancs。Theservant,onhisreturn,beggedmonsieurtowaitinthedrawing-roomtillthecompanycametotheircoffee。 ThoughtheBaronhadbeenfamiliarwithImperialluxury,whichwasundoubtedlyprodigious,whileitsproductions,thoughnotdurableinkind,hadneverthelesscostenormoussums,hestooddazzled,dumfounded,inthisdrawing-roomwiththreewindowslookingoutonagardenlikefairyland,oneofthosegardensthatarecreatedinamonthwithamadesoilandtransplantedshrubs,whilethegrassseemsasifitmustbemadetogrowbysomechemicalprocess。Headmirednotonlythedecoration,thegilding,thecarving,inthemostexpensivePompadourstyle,asitiscalled,andthemagnificentbrocades,allofwhichanyenrichedtradesmancouldhaveprocuredformoney;buthealsonotedsuchtreasuresasonlyprincescanselectandfind,canpayforandgiveaway;twopicturesbyGreuze,twobyWatteau,twoheadsbyVandyck,twolandscapesbyRuysdael,andtwobyleGuaspre,aRembrandt,aHolbein,aMurillo,andaTitian,twopaintings,byTeniers,andapairbyMetzu,aVanHuysum,andanAbrahamMignon——inshort,twohundredthousandfrancs’worthofpicturessuperblyframed。 Thegildingwasworthalmostasmuchasthepaintings。”Ah,ha!Nowyouunderstand,mygoodman?”saidJosepha。 Shehadstoleninontiptoethroughanoiselessdoor,overPersiancarpets,andcameuponheradorer,standinglostinamazement——inthestupidamazementwhenaman’searstinglesoloudlythathehearsnothingbutthatfatalknell。 Thewords”mygoodman,”spokentoanofficialofsuchhighimportance,soperfectlyexemplifiedtheaudacitywithwhichthesecreaturespourcontemptontheloftiest,thattheBaronwasnailedtothespot。Josepha,inwhiteandyellow,wassobeautifullydressedforthebanquet,thatamidallthislavishmagnificenceshestillshonelikeararejewel。”Isn’tthisreallyfine?”saidshe。”TheDukehasspentallthemoneyonitthathegotoutoffloatingacompany,ofwhichthesharesallsoldatapremium。Heisnofool,ismylittleDuke。Thereisnothinglikeamanwhohasbeenagrandeeinhistimeforturningcoalsintogold。Justbeforedinnerthenotarybroughtmethetitle-deedstosignandthebillsreceipted!——Theyareallafirst-classsetinthere—— d’Esgrignon,Rastignac,Maxime,Lenoncourt,Verneuil,Laginski,Rochefide,laPalferine,andfromamongthebankersNucingenandduTillet,withAntonia,Malaga,Carabine,andlaSchontz;andtheyallfeelforyoudeeply——Yes,oldboy,andtheyhopeyouwilljointhem,butonconditionthatyouforthwithdrinkuptotwobottlesfullofHungarianwine,Champagne,orCape,justtobringyouuptotheirmark——Mydearfellow,weareallsomuch/on/here,thatitwasnecessarytoclosetheOpera。Themanagerisasdrunkasacornet-a- piston;heishiccupingalready。””Oh,Josepha!——”criedtheBaron。”Now,cananythingbemoreabsurdthanexplanations?”shebrokeinwithasmile。”Lookhere;canyoustandsixhundredthousandfrancswhichthishouseandfurniturecost?Canyougivemeabondtothetuneofthirtythousandfrancsayear,whichiswhattheDukehasjustgivenmeinapacketofcommonsugaredalmondsfromthegrocer’s?——aprettynotionthat——””Whatanatrocity!”criedHulot,whoinhisfurywouldhavegivenhiswife’sdiamondstostandintheDucd’Herouville’sshoesfortwenty- fourhours。”Atrocityismytrade,”saidshe。”Sothatishowyoutakeit?Well,whydon’tyoufloatacompany?Goodnessme!mypoordyedTom,yououghttobegratefultome;Ihavethrownyouoverjustwhenyouwouldhavespentonmeyourwidow’sfortune,yourdaughter’sportion——What,tears!TheEmpireisathingofthepast——IhailthecomingEmpire!” Shestruckatragicattitude,andexclaimed:”TheycallyouHulot!Nay,Iknowyounot——” Andshewentintotheotherroom。 Throughthedoor,leftajar,therecame,likealightning-flash,astreakoflightwithanaccompanimentofthecrescendooftheorgyandthefragranceofabanquetofthechoicestdescription。 Thesingerpeepedthroughthepartlyopendoor,andseeingHulottransfixedasifhehadbeenabronzeimage,shecameonestepforwardintotheroom。”Monsieur,”saidshe,”IhavehandedovertherubbishintheRueChauchattoBixiou’slittleHeloiseBrisetout。Ifyouwishtoclaimyourcottonnightcap,yourbootjack,yourbelt,andyourwaxdye,I havestipulatedfortheirreturn。” ThisinsolentbantermadetheBaronleavetheroomasprecipitatelyasLotdepartedfromGomorrah,buthedidnotlookbacklikeMrs。Lot。 Hulotwenthome,stridingalonginafury,andtalkingtohimself;hefoundhisfamilystillplayingthegameofwhistattwosousapoint,atwhichheleftthem。Onseeingherhusbandreturn,poorAdelineimaginedsomethingdreadful,somedishonor;shegavehercardstoHortense,andledHectorawayintotheveryroomwhere,onlyfivehourssince,Crevelhadforetoldhertheutmostdisgraceofpoverty。”Whatisthematter?”shesaid,terrified。”Oh,forgiveme——butletmetellyouallthesehorrors。”Andfortenminuteshepouredouthiswrath。”But,mydear,”saidtheunhappywoman,withheroiccourage,”thesecreaturesdonotknowwhatlovemeans——suchpureanddevotedloveasyoudeserve。Howcouldyou,soclear-sightedasyouare,dreamofcompetingwithmillions?””DearestAdeline!”criedtheBaron,claspinghertohisheart。 TheBaroness’wordshadshedbalmonthebleedingwoundstohisvanity。”Tobesure,takeawaytheDucd’Herouville’sfortune,andshecouldnothesitatebetweenus!”saidtheBaron。”Mydear,”saidAdelinewithafinaleffort,”ifyoupositivelymusthavemistresses,whydoyounotseekthem,likeCrevel,amongwomenwhoarelessextravagant,andofaclassthatcanforatimebecontentwithlittle?Weshouldallgainbythatarrangement——I understandyourneed——butIdonotunderstandthatvanity——””Oh,whatakindandperfectwifeyouare!”criedhe。”Iamanoldlunatic,Idonotdeservetohavesuchawife!””IamsimplytheJosephineofmyNapoleon,”shereplied,withatouchofmelancholy。”Josephinewasnottocomparewithyou!”saidhe。”Come;Iwillplayagameofwhistwithmybrotherandthechildren。Imusttrymyhandatthebusinessofafamilyman;ImustgetHortenseahusband,andburythelibertine。” HisfranknesssogreatlytouchedpoorAdeline,thatshesaid:”ThecreaturehasnotastetopreferanymanintheworldtomyHector。Oh,Iwouldnotgiveyouupforallthegoldonearth。Howcananywomanthrowyouoverwhoissohappyastobelovedbyyou?” ThelookwithwhichtheBaronrewardedhiswife’sfanaticismconfirmedherinheropinionthatgentlenessanddocilitywereawoman’sstrongestweapons。 Butinthisshewasmistaken。Thenoblestsentiments,carriedtoanexcess,canproducemischiefasgreatasdotheworstvices。BonapartewasmadeEmperorforhavingfiredonthepeople,atastone’sthrowfromthespotwhereLouisXVI。losthisthroneandhisheadbecausehewouldnotallowacertainMonsieurSaucetobehurt。 Onthefollowingmorning,Hortense,whohadsleptwiththesealunderherpillow,soastohaveitclosetoherallnight,dressedveryearly,andsenttobegherfathertojoinherinthegardenassoonasheshouldbedown。 Byabouthalf-pastnine,thefather,accedingtohisdaughter’spetition,gaveherhisarmforawalk,andtheywentalongthequaysbythePontRoyaltothePlaceduCarrousel。”Letuslookintotheshopwindows,papa,”saidHortense,astheywentthroughthelittlegatetocrossthewidesquare。”What——here?”saidherfather,laughingather。”Wearesupposedtohavecometoseethepictures,andoverthere”—— andshepointedtothestallsinfrontofthehousesatarightangletotheRueduDoyenne——”look!therearedealersincuriositiesandpictures——””Yourcousinlivesthere。””Iknowit,butshemustnotseeus。””Andwhatdoyouwanttodo?”saidtheBaron,who,findinghimselfwithinthirtyyardsofMadameMarneffe’swindows,suddenlyrememberedher。 HortensehaddraggedherfatherinfrontofoneoftheshopsformingtheangleofablockofhousesbuiltalongthefrontoftheOldLouvre,andfacingtheHoteldeNantes。Shewentintothisshop;herfatherstoodoutside,absorbedingazingatthewindowsoftheprettylittlelady,who,theeveningbefore,hadleftherimagestampedontheoldbeau’sheart,asiftoalleviatethewoundhewassosoontoreceive;andhecouldnothelpputtinghiswife’ssageadviceintopractice。”Iwillfallbackonasimplelittlecitizen’swife,”saidhetohimself,recallingMadameMarneffe’sadorablegraces。”SuchawomanasthatwillsoonmakemeforgetthatgraspingJosepha。” Now,thiswaswhatwashappeningatthesamemomentoutsideandinsidethecuriosityshop。 Ashefixedhiseyesonthewindowsofhisnew/belle/,theBaronsawthehusband,who,whilebrushinghiscoatwithhisownhands,wasapparentlyonthelookout,expectingtoseesomeoneonthesquare。 Fearinglestheshouldbeseen,andsubsequentlyrecognized,theamorousBaronturnedhisbackontheRueduDoyenne,orratherstoodatthree-quarters’face,asitwere,soastobeabletoglanceroundfromtimetotime。ThismanoeuvrebroughthimfacetofacewithMadameMarneffe,who,comingupfromthequay,wasdoublingthepromontoryofhousestogohome。 ValeriewasevidentlystartledasshemettheBaron’sastonishedeye,andsherespondedwithaprudishdroppingofhereyelids。”Aprettywoman,”exclaimedhe,”forwhomamanwoulddomanyfoolishthings。””Indeed,monsieur?”saidshe,turningsuddenly,likeawomanwhohasjustcometosomevehementdecision,”youareMonsieurleBaronHulot,Ibelieve?” TheBaron,moreandmorebewildered,bowedassent。”Then,aschancehastwicemadeoureyesmeet,andIamsofortunateastohaveinterestedorpuzzledyou,Imaytellyouthat,insteadofdoinganythingfoolish,yououghttodojustice——Myhusband’sfaterestswithyou。””Andhowmaythatbe?”askedthegallantBaron。”HeisemployedinyourdepartmentintheWarOffice,underMonsieurLebrun,inMonsieurCoquet’sroom,”saidshewithasmile。”Iamquitedisposed,Madame——Madame——?””MadameMarneffe。””DearlittleMadameMarneffe,todoinjusticeforyoursake——Ihaveacousinlivinginyourhouse;Iwillgotoseeheronedaysoon——assoonaspossible;bringyourpetitiontomeinherrooms。””Pardonmyboldness,MonsieurleBaron;youmustunderstandthatifI daretoaddressyouthus,itisbecauseIhavenofriendtoprotectme——””Ah,ha!””Monsieur,youmisunderstandme,”saidshe,loweringhereyelids。 Hulotfeltasifthesunhaddisappeared。”Iamatmywits’end,butIamanhonestwoman!”shewenton。”Aboutsixmonthsagomyonlyprotectordied,MarshalMontcornet——””Ah!Youarehisdaughter?””Yes,monsieur;butheneveracknowledgedme。””Thatwasthathemightleaveyoupartofhisfortune。””Heleftmenothing;hemadenowill。””Indeed!Poorlittlewoman!TheMarshaldiedsuddenlyofapoplexy。 But,come,madame,hopeforthebest。TheStatemustdosomethingforthedaughterofoneoftheChevalierBayardsoftheEmpire。” MadameMarneffebowedgracefullyandwentoff,asproudofhersuccessastheBaronwasofhis。”Wherethedevilhasshebeensoearly?”thoughthewatchingtheflowofherskirts,towhichshecontrivedtoimpartasomewhatexaggeratedgrace。”Shelookstootiredtohavejustcomefromabath,andherhusbandiswaitingforher。Itisstrange,andpuzzlesmealtogether。” MadameMarneffehavingvanishedwithin,theBaronwonderedwhathisdaughterwasdoingintheshop。Ashewentin,stillstaringatMadameMarneffe’swindows,heranagainstayoungmanwithapalebrowandsparklinggrayeyes,wearingasummercoatofblackmerino,coarsedrilltrousers,andtanshoes,withgaiters,rushingawayheadlong;hesawhimruntothehouseintheRueduDoyenne,intowhichhewent。 Hortense,ongoingintotheshop,hadatoncerecognizedthefamousgroup,conspicuouslyplacedonatableinthemiddleandinfrontofthedoor。Evenwithoutthecircumstancestowhichsheowedherknowledgeofthismasterpiece,itwouldprobablyhavestruckherbythepeculiarpowerwhichwemustcallthe/brio/——the/go/——ofgreatworks;andthegirlherselfmightinItalyhavebeentakenasamodelforthepersonificationof/Brio/。 Noteveryworkbyamanofgeniushasinthesamedegreethatbrilliancy,thatglorywhichisatoncepatenteventothemostignoblebeholder。Thus,certainpicturesbyRaphael,suchasthefamous/Transfiguration/,the/MadonnadiFoligno/,andthefrescoesofthe/Stanze/intheVatican,donotatfirstcaptivateouradmiration,asdothe/Violin-player/intheSciarraPalace,theportraitsoftheDoriafamily,andthe/VisionofEzekiel/inthePittiGallery,the/ChristbearingHisCross/intheBorghesecollection,andthe/MarriageoftheVirgin/intheBreraatMilan。 The/SaintJohntheBaptist/oftheTribuna,and/SaintLukepaintingtheVirgin’sportrait/intheAccademiaatRome,havenotthecharmofthe/PortraitofLeoX。/,andofthe/Virgin/atDresden。 Andyettheyareallofequalmerit。Nay,more。The/Stanze/,the/Transfiguration/,thepanels,andthethreeeaselpicturesintheVaticanareinthehighestdegreeperfectandsublime。Buttheydemandastressofattention,evenfromthemostaccomplishedbeholder,andseriousstudy,tobefullyunderstood;whilethe/Violin-player/,the/MarriageoftheVirgin/,andthe/VisionofEzekiel/gostraighttotheheartthroughtheportalofsight,andmaketheirhomethere。Itisapleasuretoreceivethemthuswithoutaneffort;ifitisnotthehighestphaseofart,itisthehappiest。Thisfactprovesthat,inthebegettingofworksofart,thereisasmuchchanceinthecharacteroftheoffspringasthereisinafamilyofchildren;thatsomewillbehappilygraced,bornbeautiful,andcostingtheirmotherslittlesuffering,creaturesonwhomeverythingsmiles,andwithwhomeverythingsucceeds;inshort,genius,likelove,hasitsfairerblossoms。 This/brio/,anItalianwordwhichtheFrenchhavebeguntouse,ischaracteristicofyouthfulwork。Itisthefruitofanimpetusandfireofearlytalent——animpetuswhichismetwithagainlaterinsomehappyhours;butthisparticular/brio/nolongercomesfromtheartist’sheart;insteadofhisflingingitintohisworkasavolcanoflingsupitsfires,itcomestohimfromoutside,inspiredbycircumstances,bylove,orrivalry,oftenbyhatred,andmoreoftenstillbytheimperiousneedofglorytobelivedupto。 ThisgroupbyWenceslaswastohislaterworkswhatthe/MarriageoftheVirgin/istothegreatmassofRaphael’s,thefirststepofagiftedartisttakenwiththeinimitablegrace,theeagerness,anddelightfuloverflowingnessofachild,whosestrengthisconcealedunderthepink-and-whitefleshfullofdimpleswhichseemtoechotoamother’slaughter。PrinceEugeneissaidtohavepaidfourhundredthousandfrancsforthispicture,whichwouldbeworthamilliontoanynationthatownednopicturebyRaphael,butnoonewouldgivethatsumforthefinestofthefrescoes,thoughtheirvalueisfargreaterasworksofart。 Hortenserestrainedheradmiration,forshereflectedontheamountofhergirlishsavings;sheassumedanairofindifference,andsaidtothedealer:”Whatisthepriceofthat?””Fifteenhundredfrancs,”repliedtheman,sendingaglanceofintelligencetoayoungmanseatedonastoolinthecorner。 TheyoungmanhimselfgazedinastupefactionatMonsieurHulot’slivingmasterpiece。Hortense,forewarned,atonceidentifiedhimastheartist,fromthecolorthatflushedafacepalewithendurance; shesawthesparklightedupinhisgrayeyesbyherquestion;shelookedonthethin,drawnfeatures,likethoseofamonkconsumedbyasceticism;shelovedthered,well-formedmouth,thedelicatechin,andthePole’ssilkychestnuthair。”Ifitweretwelvehundred,”saidshe,”Iwouldbegyoutosendittome。””Itisantique,mademoiselle,”thedealerremarked,thinking,likeallhisfraternity,that,havingutteredthis/neplusultra/ofbric-a- brac,therewasnomoretobesaid。”Excuseme,monsieur,”sherepliedveryquietly,”itwasmadethisyear;Icameexpresslytobegyou,ifmypriceisaccepted,tosendtheartisttoseeus,asitmightbepossibletoprocurehimsomeimportantcommissions。””Andifheistohavethetwelvehundredfrancs,whatamItoget?Iamthedealer,”saidtheman,withcandidgood-humor。”Tobesure!”repliedthegirl,withaslightcurlofdisdain。”Oh!mademoiselle,takeit;Iwillmaketermswiththedealer,” criedtheLivonian,besidehimself。 FascinatedbyHortense’swonderfulbeautyandtheloveofartshedisplayed,headded:”Iamthesculptorofthegroup,andfortendaysIhavecomeherethreetimesadaytoseeifanybodywouldrecognizeitsmeritandbargainforit。Youaremyfirstadmirer——takeit!””Come,then,monsieur,withthedealer,anhourhence——Hereismyfather’scard,”repliedHortense。 Then,seeingtheshopkeepergointoabackroomtowrapthegroupinapieceoflinenrag,sheaddedinalowvoice,tothegreatastonishmentoftheartist,whothoughthemustbedreaming:”Forthebenefitofyourfutureprospects,MonsieurWenceslas,donotmentionthenameofthepurchasertoMademoiselleFischer,forsheisourcousin。” Thewordcousindazzledtheartist’smind;hehadaglimpseofParadisewhencethisdaughterofEvehadcometohim。HehaddreamedofthebeautifulgirlofwhomLisbethhadtoldhim,asHortensehaddreamedofhercousin’slover;and,asshehadenteredtheshop——”Ah!”thoughthe,”ifshecouldbutbelikethis!” Thelookthatpassedbetweentheloversmaybeimagined;itwasaflame,forvirtuouslovershavenohypocrisies。”Well,whatthedeuceareyoudoinghere?”herfatheraskedher。”IhavebeenspendingtwelvehundredfrancsthatIhadsaved。Come。” Andshetookherfather’sarm。”Twelvehundredfrancs?”herepeated。”Tobeexact,thirteenhundred;youwilllendmetheoddhundred?””Andonwhat,insuchaplace,couldyouspendsomuch?””Ah!thatisthequestion!”repliedthehappygirl。”IfIhavegotahusband,heisnotdearatthemoney。””Ahusband!Inthatshop,mychild?””Listen,dearlittlefather;wouldyouforbidmymarryingagreatartist?””No,mydear。Agreatartistinthesedaysisaprincewithoutatitle——hehasgloryandfortune,thetwochiefsocialadvantages——nexttovirtue,”headded,inasmugtone。”Oh,ofcourse!”saidHortense。”Andwhatdoyouthinkofsculpture?””Itisverypoorbusiness,”repliedHulot,shakinghishead。”Itneedshighpatronageaswellasgreattalent,forGovernmentistheonlypurchaser。Itisanartwithnodemandnowadays,wheretherearenoprincelyhouses,nogreatfortunes,noentailedmansions,nohereditaryestates。Onlysmallpicturesandsmallfigurescanfindaplace;theartsareendangeredbythisneedofsmallthings。””Butifagreatartistcouldfindademand?”saidHortense。”Thatindeedwouldsolvetheproblem。””Orhadsomeonetobackhim?””Thatwouldbeevenbetter。””Ifhewereofnoblebirth?””Pooh!””ACount。””Andasculptor?””Hehasnomoney。””AndsohecountsonthatofMademoiselleHortenseHulot?”saidtheBaronironically,withaninquisitoriallookintohisdaughter’seyes。”Thisgreatartist,aCountandasculptor,hasjustseenyourdaughterforthefirsttimeinhislife,andforthespaceoffiveminutes,MonsieurleBaron,”Hortensecalmlyreplied。”Yesterday,youmustknow,dearlittlefather,whileyouwereattheChamber,mammahadafaintingfit。This,whichsheascribedtoanervousattack,wastheresultofsomeworrythathadtodowiththefailureofmymarriage,forshetoldmethattogetridofme——””Sheistoofondofyoutohaveusedanexpression——””Sounparliamentary!”Hortenseputinwithalaugh。”No,shedidnotusethosewords;butIknowthatagirloldenoughtomarryandwhodoesnotfindahusbandisaheavycrossforrespectableparentstobear——Well,shethinksthatifamanofenergyandtalentcouldbefound,whowouldbesatisfiedwiththirtythousandfrancsformymarriageportion,wemightallbehappy。Infact,shethoughtitadvisabletopreparemeforthemodestyofmyfuturelot,andtohindermefromindulgingintooferviddreams——Whichevidentlymeantanendtotheintendedmarriage,andnosettlementsforme!””Yourmotherisaverygoodwoman,noble,admirable!”repliedthefather,deeplyhumiliated,thoughnotsorrytohearthisconfession。”Shetoldmeyesterdaythatshehadyourpermissiontosellherdiamondssoastogivemesomethingtomarryon;butIshouldlikehertokeepherjewels,andtofindahusbandmyself。IthinkIhavefoundtheman,thepossiblehusband,answeringtomamma’sprospectus——””There?——inthePlaceduCarrousel?——andinonemorning?””Oh,papa,themischiefliesdeeper!”saidshearchly。”Well,come,mychild,tellthewholestorytoyourgoodoldfather,” saidhepersuasively,andconcealinghisuneasiness。 Underpromiseofabsolutesecrecy,HortenserepeatedtheupshotofhervariousconversationswithherCousinBetty。Then,whentheygothome,sheshowedthemuch-talked-of-sealtoherfatherinevidenceofthesagacityofherviews。Thefather,inthedepthofhisheart,wonderedattheskillandacumenofgirlswhoactoninstinct,discerningthesimplicityoftheschemewhichheridealizedlovehadsuggestedinthecourseofasinglenighttohisguilelessdaughter。”YouwillseethemasterpieceIhavejustbought;itistobebroughthome,andthatdearWenceslasistocomewiththedealer——Themanwhomadethatgroupoughttomakeafortune;onlyuseyourinfluencetogethimanorderforastatue,androomsattheInstitut——””Howyourunon!”criedherfather。”Why,ifyouhadyourownway,youwouldbemanandwifewithinthelegalperiod——inelevendays——””Mustwewaitsolong?”saidshe,laughing。”ButIfellinlovewithhiminfiveminutes,asyoufellinlovewithmammaatfirstsight。 Andhelovesmeasifwehadknowneachotherfortwoyears。Yes,”shesaidinreplytoherfather’slook,”Ireadtenvolumesofloveinhiseyes。Andwillnotyouandmammaaccepthimasmyhusbandwhenyouseethatheisamanofgenius?SculptureisthegreatestoftheArts,” shecried,clappingherhandsandjumping。”Iwilltellyoueverything——””What,istheremoretocome?”askedherfather,smiling。 Thechild’scompleteandeffervescentinnocencehadrestoredherfather’speaceofmind。”Aconfessionofthefirstimportance,”saidshe。”Ilovedhimwithoutknowinghim;and,forthelasthour,sinceseeinghim,Iamcrazyabouthim。””Alittletoocrazy!”saidtheBaron,whowasenjoyingthesightofthisguilelesspassion。”Donotpunishmeforconfidinginyou,”repliedshe。”Itissodelightfultosaytomyfather’sheart,’Ilovehim!Iamsohappyinlovinghim!’——YouwillseemyWenceslas!Hisbrowissosad。Thesunofgeniusshinesinhisgrayeyes——andwhatanairhehas!WhatdoyouthinkofLivonia?Isitafinecountry?——TheideaofCousinBetty’smarryingthatyoungfellow!Shemightbehismother。Itwouldbemurder!Iamquitejealousofallshehaseverdoneforhim。ButI don’tthinkmymarriagewillpleaseher。””See,mydarling,wemusthidenothingfromyourmother。””Ishouldhavetoshowhertheseal,andIpromisednottobetrayCousinLisbeth,whoisafraid,shesays,ofmamma’slaughingather,” saidHortense。”Youhavescruplesabouttheseal,andnoneaboutrobbingyourcousinofherlover。””Ipromisedabouttheseal——Imadenopromiseaboutthesculptor。” Thisadventure,patriarchalinitssimplicity,cameadmirably/apropos/totheunconfessedpovertyofthefamily;theBaron,whilepraisinghisdaughterforhercandor,explainedtoherthatshemustnowleavematterstothediscretionofherparents。”Youunderstand,mychild,thatitisnotyourparttoascertainwhetheryourcousin’sloverisaCount,ifhehasallhispapersproperlycertified,andifhisconductisaguaranteeforhisrespectability——Asforyourcousin,sherefusedfiveofferswhenshewastwentyyearsyounger;thatwillprovenoobstacle,Iundertaketosay。””Listentome,papa;ifyoureallywishtoseememarried,neversayawordtoLisbethaboutittilljustbeforethecontractissigned。I havebeencatechizingheraboutthisbusinessforthelastsixmonths! Well,thereissomethingaboutherquiteinexplicable——””What?”saidherfather,puzzled。”Well,shelooksevilwhenIsaytoomuch,eveninjoke,aboutherlover。Makeinquiries,butleavemetorowmyownboat。Myconfidenceoughttoreassureyou。””TheLordsaid,’SufferlittlechildrentocomeuntoMe。’Youareoneofthosewhohavecomebackagain,”repliedtheBaronwithatouchofirony。 Afterbreakfastthedealerwasannounced,andtheartistwithhisgroup。Thesuddenflushthatreddenedherdaughter’sfaceatoncemadetheBaronesssuspiciousandthenwatchful,andthegirl’sconfusionandthelightinhereyessoonbetrayedthemysterysobadlyguardedinhersimpleheart。 CountSteinbock,dressedinblack,strucktheBaronasaverygentlemanlyyoungman。”Wouldyouundertakeabronzestatue?”heasked,asheheldupthegroup。 Afteradmiringitontrust,hepasseditontohiswife,whoknewnothingaboutsculpture。”Itisbeautiful,isn’tit,mamma?”saidHortenseinhermother’ear。”Astatue!Monsieur,itislessdifficulttoexecuteastatuethantomakeaclocklikethis,whichmyfriendherehasbeenkindenoughtobring,”saidtheartistinreply。 Thedealerwasplacingonthedining-roomsideboardthewaxmodelofthetwelveHoursthattheLovesweretryingtodelay。”Leavetheclockwithme,”saidtheBaron,astoundedatthebeautyofthesketch。”IshouldliketoshowittotheMinistersoftheInteriorandofCommerce。””Whoistheyoungmaninwhomyoutakesomuchinterest?”theBaronessaskedherdaughter。”Anartistwhocouldaffordtoexecutethismodelcouldgetahundredthousandfrancsforit,”saidthecuriosity-dealer,puttingonaknowingandmysteriouslookashesawthattheartistandthegirlwereinterchangingglances。”Hewouldonlyneedtoselltwentycopiesateightthousandfrancseach——forthematerialswouldcostaboutathousandcrownsforeachexample。Butifeachcopywerenumberedandthemoulddestroyed,itwouldcertainlybepossibletomeetwithtwentyamateursonlytoogladtopossessareplicaofsuchawork。””Ahundredthousandfrancs!”criedSteinbock,lookingfromthedealertoHortense,theBaron,andtheBaroness。”Yes,ahundredthousandfrancs,”repeatedthedealer。”IfIwererichenough,Iwouldbuyitofyoumyselffortwentythousandfrancs;forbydestroyingthemoulditwouldbecomeavaluableproperty。Butoneoftheprincesoughttopaythirtyorfortythousandfrancsforsuchaworktoornamenthisdrawing-room。Nomanhaseversucceededinmakingaclocksatisfactoryaliketothevulgarandtotheconnoisseur,andthisone,sir,solvesthedifficulty。””Thisisforyourself,monsieur,”saidHortense,givingsixgoldpiecestothedealer。”Neverbreathawordofthisvisittoanyoneliving,”saidtheartisttohisfriend,atthedoor。”Ifyoushouldbeaskedwherewesoldthegroup,mentiontheDucd’Herouville,thefamouscollectorintheRuedeVarenne。” Thedealernoddedassent。”Andyourname?”saidHulottotheartistwhenhecameback。”CountSteinbock。””Haveyouthepapersthatproveyouridentity?””Yes,MonsieurleBaron。TheyareinRussianandinGerman,butnotlegalized。””Doyoufeelequaltoundertakingastatueninefeethigh?””Yes,monsieur。””Well,then,ifthepersonswhomIshallconsultaresatisfiedwithyourwork,IcansecureyouthecommissionforthestatueofMarshalMontcornet,whichistobeerectedonhismonumentatPere-Lachaise。 TheMinisterofWarandtheoldofficersoftheImperialGuardhavesubscribedasumlargeenoughtoenableustoselectourartist。””Oh,monsieur,itwillmakemyfortune!”exclaimedSteinbock,overpoweredbysomuchhappinessatonce。”Beeasy,”repliedtheBarongraciously。”IfthetwoministerstowhomIproposetoshowyourgroupandthissketchinwaxaredelightedwiththesetwopieces,yourprospectsofafortunearegood。” Hortensehuggedherfather’sarmsotightlyastohurthim。”Bringmeyourpapers,andsaynothingofyourhopestoanybody,noteventoouroldCousinBetty。””Lisbeth?”saidMadameHulot,atlastunderstandingtheendofallthis,thoughunabletoguessthemeans。”IcouldgiveproofofmyskillbymakingabustoftheBaroness,” addedWenceslas。 Theartist,struckbyMadameHulot’sbeauty,wascomparingthemotheranddaughter。”Indeed,monsieur,lifemaysmileuponyou,”saidtheBaron,quitecharmedbyCountSteinbock’srefinedandelegantmanner。”YouwillfindoutthatinParisnomaniscleverfornothing,andthatperseveringtoilalwaysfindsitsrewardhere。” Hortense,withablush,heldouttotheyoungmanaprettyAlgerinepursecontainingsixtygoldpieces。Theartist,withsomethingstillofagentleman’spride,respondedwithamountingcoloreasyenoughtointerpret。”This,perhaps,isthefirstmoneyyourworkshavebroughtyou?”saidAdeline。”Yes,madame——myworksofart。Itisnotthefirst-fruitsofmylabor,forIhavebeenaworkman。””Well,wemusthopemydaughter’smoneywillbringyougoodluck,” saidshe。”Andtakeitwithoutscruple,”addedtheBaron,seeingthatWenceslasheldthepurseinhishandinsteadofpocketingit。”Thesumwillberepaidbysomerichman,aprinceperhaps,whowillofferitwithinteresttopossesssofineawork。””Oh,Iwantittoomuchmyself,papa,togiveituptoanybodyintheworld,evenaroyalprince!””Icanmakeafarprettierthingthanthatforyou,mademoiselle。””Butitwouldnotbethisone,”repliedshe;andthen,asifashamedofhavingsaidtoomuch,sheranoutintothegarden。”ThenIshallbreakthemouldandthemodelassoonasIgohome,” saidSteinbock。”Fetchmeyourpapers,andyouwillhearofmebeforelong,ifyouareequaltowhatIexpectofyou,monsieur。” Theartistonthiscouldbuttakeleave。AfterbowingtoMadameHulotandHortense,whocameinfromthegardenonpurpose,hewentofftowalkintheTuileries,notbearing——notdaring——toreturntohisattic,wherehistyrantwouldpelthimwithquestionsandwringhissecretfromhim。 Hortense’sadorerconceivedofgroupsandstatuesbythehundred;hefeltstrongenoughtohewthemarblehimself,likeCanova,whowasalsoafeebleman,andnearlydiedofit。HewastransfiguredbyHortense,whowastohiminspirationmadevisible。”Nowthen,”saidtheBaronesstoherdaughter,”whatdoesallthismean?””Well,dearmamma,youhavejustseenCousinLisbeth’slover,whonow,Ihope,ismine。Butshutyoureyes,knownothing。GoodHeavens!Iwastokeepitallfromyou,andIcannothelptellingyoueverything——””Good-bye,children!”saidtheBaron,kissinghiswifeanddaughter;”IshallperhapsgotocallontheNanny,andfromherIshallhearagreatdealaboutouryoungman。””Papa,becautious!”saidHortense。”Oh!littlegirl!”criedtheBaronesswhenHortensehadpouredoutherpoem,ofwhichthemorning’sadventurewasthelastcanto,”dearlittlegirl,Artlessnesswillalwaysbetheartfulestpussonearth!”