modeste mignon-第30节

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〃I'm　going　after　him；　I　shall　find　him；〃　continued　Dumay。　〃Is　that　the

letter　for　your　father；　mademoiselle？〃　he　added；　holding　out　his　hand。

〃I　will　take　it　to　the　Mongenods。　God　grant　the　colonel　and　I　may　not

pass　each　other　on　the　road。〃



Modeste　gave　him　the　letter。　Dumay　looked　mechanically　at　the　address。



〃'Monsieur　le　Baron　de　Canalis；　rue　de　Paradis…Poissoniere；　No。　29'！〃

he　cried　out；　〃what　does　that　mean？〃



〃Ah；　my　daughter！　that　is　the　man　you　love；〃　exclaimed　Madame　Mignon；

〃the　stanzas　you　set　to　music　were　his〃



〃And　that's　his　portrait　that　you　have　in　a　frame　upstairs；〃　added

Dumay。



〃Give　me　back　that　letter；　Monsieur　Dumay；〃　said　Modeste；　erecting

herself　like　a　lioness　defending　her　cubs。



〃There　it　is；　mademoiselle；〃　he　replied。



Modeste　put　it　into　the　bosom　of　her　dress；　and　gave　Dumay　the　one

intended　for　her　father。



〃I　know　what　you　are　capable　of；　Dumay；〃　she　said；　〃and　if　you　take

one　step　against　Monsieur　de　Canalis；　I　shall　take　another　out　of　this

house；　to　which　I　will　never　return。〃



〃You　will　kill　your　mother；　mademoiselle；〃　replied　Dumay；　who　left　the

room　and　called　his　wife。



The　poor　mother　was　indeed　half…fainting；struck　to　the　heart　by

Modeste's　words。



〃Good…bye；　wife；〃　said　the　Breton；　kissing　the　American。　〃Take　care　of

the　mother；　I　go　to　save　the　daughter。〃



He　made　his　preparations　for　the　journey　in　a　few　minutes；　and　started

for　Havre。　An　hour　later　he　was　travelling　post　to　Paris；　with　the

haste　that　nothing　but　passion　or　speculation　can　get　out　of　wheels。



Recovering　herself　under　Modeste's　tender　care；　Madame　Mignon　went　up

to　her　bedroom　leaning　on　the　arm　of　her　daughter；　to　whom　she　said；

as　her　sole　reproach；　when　they　were　alone：



〃My　unfortunate　child；　see　what　you　have　done！　Why　did　you　conceal

anything　from　me？　Am　I　so　harsh？〃



〃Oh！　I　was　just　going　to　tell　it　to　you　comfortably；〃　sobbed　Modeste。



She　thereupon　related　everything　to　her　mother；　read　her　the　letters

and　their　answers；　and　shed　the　rose　of　her　poem　petal　by　petal　into

the　heart　of　the　kind　German　woman。　When　this　confidence；　which　took

half　the　day；　was　over；　when　she　saw　something　that　was　almost　a　smile

on　the　lips　of　the　too　indulgent　mother；　Modeste　fell　upon　her　breast

in　tears。



〃Oh；　mother！〃　she　said　amid　her　sobs；　〃you；　whose　heart；　all　gold　and

poetry；　is　a　chosen　vessel；　chosen　of　God　to　hold　a　sacred　love；　a

single　and　celestial　love　that　endures　for　life；　you；　whom　I　wish　to

imitate　by　loving　no　one　but　my　husband；you　will　surely　understand

what　bitter　tears　I　am　now　shedding。　This　butterfly；　this　Psyche　of　my

thoughts；　this　dual　soul　which　I　have　nurtured　with　maternal　care；　my

love；　my　sacred　love；　this　living　mystery　of　mysteriesit　is　about　to

fall　into　vulgar　hands；　and　they　will　tear　its　diaphanous　wings　and

rend　its　veil　under　the　miserable　pretext　of　enlightening　me；　of

discovering　whether　genius　is　as　prudent　as　a　banker；　whether　my

Melchior　has　saved　his　money；　or　whether　he　has　some　entanglement　to

shake　off；　they　want　to　find　out　if　he　is　guilty　to　bourgeois　eyes　of

youthful　indiscretions；which　to　the　sun　of　our　love　are　like　the

clouds　of　the　dawn。　Oh！　what　will　come　of　it？　what　will　they　do？　See！

feel　my　hand；　it　burns　with　fever。　Ah！　I　shall　never　survive　it。〃



And　Modeste；　really　taken　with　a　chill；　was　forced　to　go　to　bed；

causing　serious　uneasiness　to　her　mother；　Madame　Latournelle；　and

Madame　Dumay；　who　took　good　care　of　her　during　the　journey　of　the

lieutenant　to　Paris；to　which　city　the　logic　of　events　compels　us　to

transport　our　drama　for　a　moment。



Truly　modest　minds；　like　that　of　Ernest　de　La　Briere；　but　especially

those　who；　knowing　their　own　value；　also　know　that　they　are　neither

loved　nor　appreciated；　can　understand　the　infinite　joy　to　which　the

young　secretary　abandoned　himself　on　reading　Modeste's　letter。　Could

it　be　that　after　thinking　him　lofty　and　witty　in　soul；　his　young；　his

artless；　his　tricksome　mistress　now　thought　him　handsome？　This

flattery　is　the　flattery　supreme。　And　why？　Beauty　is；　undoubtedly；　the

signature　of　the　master　to　the　work　into　which　he　has　put　his　soul；　it

is　the　divine　spirit　manifested。　And　to　see　it　where　it　is　not；　to

create　it　by　the　power　of　an　inward　look；is　not　that　the　highest

reach　of　love？　And　so　the　poor　youth　cried　aloud　with　all　the　rapture

of　an　applauded　author；　〃At　last　I　am　beloved！〃　When　a　woman；　be　she

maid；　wife；　or　widow；　lets　the　charming　words　escape　her；　〃Thou　art

handsome；〃　the　words　may　be　false；　but　the　man　opens　his　thick　skull

to　their　subtle　poison；　and　thenceforth　he　is　attached　by　an

everlasting　tie　to　the　pretty　flatterer；　the　true　or　the　deceived

judge；　she　becomes　his　particular　world；　he　thirsts　for　her　continual

testimony；　and　he　never　wearies　of　it；　even　if　he　is　a　crowned　prince。

Ernest　walked　proudly　up　and　down　his　room；　he　struck　a　three…quarter；

full…face；　and　profile　attitude　before　the　glass；　he　tried　to

criticise　himself；　but　a　voice；　diabolically　persuasive；　whispered　to

him；　〃Modeste　is　right。〃　He　took　up　her　letter　and　re…read　it；　he　saw

his　fairest　of　the　fair；　he　talked　with　her；　then；　in　the　midst　of　his

ecstacy；　a　dreadful　thought　came　to　him：



〃She　thinks　me　Canalis；　and　she　has　a　million　of　money！〃



Down　went　his　happiness；　just　as　a　somnambulist；　having　attained　the

peak　of　a　roof；　hears　a　voice；　awakes；　and　falls　crushed　upon　the

pavement。



〃Without　the　halo　of　fame　I　shall　be　hideous　in　her　eyes；〃　he　cried；

〃what　a　maddening　situation　I　have　put　myself　in！〃



La　Briere　was　too　much　the　man　of　his　letters　which　we　have　read；　his

heart　was　too　noble　and　pure　to　allow　him　to　hesitate　at　the　call　of

honor。　He　at　once　resolved　to　find　Modeste's　father；　if　he　were　in

Paris；　and　confess　all　to　him；　and　to　let　Canalis　know　the　serious

results　of　their　Parisian　jest。　To　a　sensitive　nature　like　his；

Modeste's　large　fortune　was　in　itself　a　determining　reason。　He　could

not　allow　it　to　be　even　suspected　that　the　ardor　of　the

correspondence；　so　sincere　on　his　part；　had　in　view　the　capture　of　a

〃dot。〃　Tears　were　in　his　eyes　as　he　made　his　way　to　the　rue

Chantereine　to　find　the　banker　Mongenod；　whose　fortune　and　business

connections　were　partly　the　work　of　the　minister　to　whom　Ernest　owed

his　start　in　life。



At　the　hour　when　La　Briere　was　inquiring　about　the　father　of　his

beloved　from　the　head　of　the　house　of　Mongenod；　and　getting

information　that　might　be　useful　to　him　in　his　strange　position；　a

scene　was　taking　place　in　Canalis's　study　which　the　ex…lieutenant's

hasty　departure　from　Havre　may　have　led　the　reader　to　foresee。



Like　a　true　soldier　of　the　imperial　school；　Dumay；　whose　Breton　blood

had　boiled　all　the　way　to　Paris；　considered　a　poet　to　be　a　poor　stick

of　a　fellow；　of　no　consequence　whatever；a　buffoon　addicted　to

choruses；　living　in　a　garret；　dressed　in　black　clothes　that　were　white

at　every　seam；　wearing　boots　that　were　occasionally　without　soles；　and

linen　that　was　unmentionable；　and　whose　fingers　knew　more　about　ink

than　soap；　in　short；　one　who　looked　always　as　if　he　had　tumbled　from

the　moon；　except　when　scribbling　at　a　desk；　like　Butscha。　But　the

seething　of　the　Breton's　heart　and　brain　received　a　violent

application　of　cold　water　when　he　entered　the　courtyard　of　the　pretty

house　occupied　by　the　poet　and　saw　a　groom　washing　a　carriage；　and

also；　through　the　windows　of　a　handsome　dining…room；　a　valet　dressed

like　a　banker；　to　whom　the　groom　referred　him；　and　who　answered；

looking　the　stranger　over　from　head　to　foot；　that　Monsieur　le　baron

was　not　visible。　〃There　is；〃　added　the　man；　〃a　meeting　of　the　council

of　state　to…day；　at　which　Monsieur　le　baron　is　obliged　to　be　present。〃



〃Is　this　really　the　house　of　Monsieur　Canalis；〃　said　Dumay；　〃a　writer

of　poetry？〃



〃Monsieur　le　baron　de　Canalis；〃　replied　the　valet；　〃is　the　great　poet

of　whom　you　speak；　but　he　is　also　the　president　of　the　court　of　Claims

attached　to　the　ministry　of　foreign　affairs。〃



Dumay；　who　had　come　to　box　the　ears　of　a　scribbling　nobody；　found

himself　confronted　by　a　high　functionary　of　the　state。　The　salon　where

he　was　told　to　wait　offered；　as　a　topic　for　his　meditations；　the

insignia　of　the　Legion　of　honor　glittering　on　a　black　coat　which　the

valet　had　left　upon　a　chair。　Presently　his　eyes　were　attracted　by　the

beauty　and　brilliancy　of　a　silver…gilt　cup　bearing　the　words　〃Given　by

MADAME。〃　Then　he　beheld　before　him；　on　a　pedestal；　a　Sevres　vase　on

which　was　engraved；　〃The　gift　of　Madame　la　DAUPHINE。〃



These　mute　admonitions　brought　Dumay　to　his　senses　while　the　valet

went　to　ask　his　master　if　he　would　receive　a　person　who　had　come　from

Havre　expressly　to　see　him；a　stranger　named　Dumay。



〃What　sort　of　a　man？〃　asked　Canalis。



〃He　is　well…dressed；　and　wears　the　ribbon　of　the　Legion　of　honor。〃



Canalis　made　a　sign　of　as