第 17 节
作者:散发弄舟      更新:2024-01-06 10:43      字数:9321
  affairs。
  〃The paper will be wretched to…night;〃 he thought; as he walked away。
  〃No article of mine; and only the second number; too!〃
  Madame Felix de Vandenesse drove three times to the Bois de Boulogne
  without finding Raoul; the third time she came back anxious and
  uneasy。 The fact was that Nathan did not choose to show himself in the
  Bois until he could go there as a prince of the press。 He employed a
  whole week in searching for horses; a phantom and a suitable tiger;
  and in convincing his partners of the necessity of saving time so
  precious to them; and therefore of charging his equipage to the costs
  of the journal。 His associates; Massol and du Tillet agreed to this so
  readily that he really believed them the best fellows in the world。
  Without this help; however; life would have been simply impossible to
  Raoul; as it was; it became so irksome that many men; even those of
  the strongest constitutions; could not have borne it。 A violent and
  successful passion takes a great deal of space in an ordinary life;
  but when it is connected with a woman in the social position of Madame
  de Vandenesse it sucks the life out of a man as busy as Raoul。 Here is
  a list of the obligations his passion imposed upon him。
  Every day; or nearly every day; he was obliged to be on horseback in
  the Bois; between two and three o'clock; in the careful dress of a
  gentleman of leisure。 He had to learn at what house or theatre he
  could meet Madame de Vandenesse in the evening。 He was not able to
  leave the party or the play until long after midnight; having obtained
  nothing better than a few tender sentences; long awaited; said in a
  doorway; or hastily as he put her into her carriage。 It frequently
  happened that Marie; who by this time had launched him into the great
  world; procured for him invitations to dinner in certain houses where
  she went herself。 All this seemed the simplest life in the world to
  her。 Raoul moved by pride and led on by his passion never told her of
  his labors。 He obeyed the will of this innocent sovereign; followed in
  her train; followed; also; the parliamentary debates; edited and wrote
  for his newspaper; and put upon the stage two plays; the money for
  which was absolutely indispensable to him。 It sufficed for Madame de
  Vandenesse to make a little face of displeasure when he tried to
  excuse himself from attending a ball; a concert; or from driving in
  the Bois; to compel him to sacrifice his most pressing interests to
  her good pleasure。 When he left society between one and two in the
  morning he went straight to work until eight or nine。 He was scarcely
  asleep before he was obliged to be up and concocting the opinions of
  his journal with the men of political influence on whom he depended;
  not to speak of the thousand and one other details of the paper。
  Journalism is connected with everything in these days; with industrial
  concerns; with public and private interests; with all new enterprises;
  and all the schemes of literature; its self…loves; and its products。
  When Nathan; harassed and fatigued; would rush from his editorial
  office to the theatre; from the theatre to the Chamber; from the
  Chamber to face certain creditors; he was forced to appear in the Bois
  with a calm countenance; and gallop beside Marie's carriage in the
  leisurely style of a man devoid of cares and with no other duties than
  those of love。 When in return for this toilsome and wholly ignored
  devotion all he won were a few sweet words; the prettiest assurances
  of eternal attachment; ardent pressures of the hand on the very few
  occasions when they found themselves alone; he began to feel he was
  rather duped by leaving his mistress in ignorance of the enormous
  costs of these 〃little attentions;〃 as our fathers called them。 The
  occasion for an explanation arrived in due time。
  On a fine April morning the countess accepted Nathan's arm for a walk
  through the sequestered path of the Bois de Boulogne。 She intended to
  make him one of those pretty little quarrels apropos of nothing; which
  women are so fond of exciting。 Instead of greeting him as usual; with
  a smile upon her lips; her forehead illumined with pleasure; her eyes
  bright with some gay or delicate thought; she assumed a grave and
  serious aspect。
  〃What is the matter?〃 said Nathan。
  〃Why do you pretend to such ignorance?〃 she replied。 〃You ought to
  know that a woman is not a child。〃
  〃Have I displeased you?〃
  〃Should I be here if you had?〃
  〃But you don't smile to me; you don't seem happy to see me。〃
  〃Oh! do you accuse me of sulking?〃 she said; looking at him with that
  submissive air which women assume when they want to seem victims。
  Nathan walked on a few steps in a state of real apprehension which
  oppressed him。
  〃It must be;〃 he said; after a moment's silence; 〃one of those
  frivolous fears; those hazy suspicions which women dwell on more than
  they do on the great things of life。 You all have a way of tipping the
  world sideways with a straw; a cobweb〃
  〃Sarcasm!〃 she said; 〃I might have expected it!〃
  〃Marie; my angel; I only said those words to wring your secret out of
  you。〃
  〃My secret would be always a secret; even if I told it to you。〃
  〃But all the same; tell it to me。〃
  〃I am not loved;〃 she said; giving him one of those sly oblique
  glances with which women question so maliciously the men they are
  trying to torment。
  〃Not loved!〃 cried Nathan。
  〃No; you are too occupied with other things。 What am I to you in the
  midst of them? forgotten on the least occasion! Yesterday I came to
  the Bois and you were not here〃
  〃But〃
  〃I had put on a new dress expressly to please you; you did not come;
  where were you?〃
  〃But〃
  〃I did not know where。 I went to Madame d'Espard's; you were not
  there。〃
  〃But〃
  〃That evening at the Opera; I watched the balcony; every time a door
  opened my heart was beating!〃
  〃But〃
  〃What an evening I had! You don't reflect on such tempests of the
  heart。〃
  〃But〃
  〃Life is shortened by such emotions。〃
  〃But〃
  〃Well; what?〃 she said。
  〃You are right; life is shortened by them;〃 said Nathan; 〃and in a few
  months you will utterly have consumed mine。 Your unreasonable
  reproaches drag my secret from me Ha! you say you are not loved; you
  are loved too well。〃
  And thereupon he vividly depicted his position; told of his sleepless
  nights; his duties at certain hours; the absolute necessity of
  succeeding in his enterprise; the insatiable requirements of a
  newspaper in which he was required to judge the events of the whole
  world without blundering; under pain of losing his power; and so
  losing all; the infinite amount of rapid study he was forced to give
  to questions which passed as rapidly as clouds in this all…consuming
  age; etc。; etc。
  Raoul made a great mistake。 The Marquise d'Espard had said to him on
  one occasion; 〃Nothing is more naive than a first love。〃 As he
  unfolded before Marie's eyes this life which seemed to her immense;
  the countess was overcome with admiration。 She had thought Nathan
  grand; she now considered him sublime。 She blamed herself for loving
  him too much; begged him to come to her only when he could do so
  without difficulty。 Wait? indeed she could wait! In future; she should
  know how to sacrifice her enjoyments。 Wishing to be his stepping…stone
  was she really an obstacle? She wept with despair。
  〃Women;〃 she said; with tears in her eyes; 〃can only love; men act;
  they have a thousand ways in which they are bound to act。 But we can
  only think; and pray; and worship。〃
  A love that had sacrificed so much for her sake deserved a recompense。
  She looked about her like a nightingale descending from a leafy covert
  to drink at a spring; to see if she were alone in the solitude; if the
  silence hid no witness; then she raised her head to Raoul; who bent
  his own; and let him take one kiss; the first and the only one that
  she ever gave in secret; feeling happier at that moment than she had
  felt in five years。 Raoul thought all his toils well…paid。 They both
  walked forward they scarcely knew where; but it was on the road to
  Auteuil; presently; however; they were forced to return and find their
  carriages; pacing together with the rhythmic step well…known to
  lovers。 Raoul had faith in that kiss given with the quiet facility of
  a sacred sentiment。 All the evil of it was in the mind of the world;
  not in that of the woman who walked beside him。 Marie herself; given
  over to the grateful admiration which characterizes the love of woman;
  walked with a firm; light step on the gravelled path; saying; like
  Raoul; but few words; yet those few were felt and full of meaning。 The
  sky was cloudless; the tall trees had burgeoned; a few green shoots
  were already brightening their myriad of brown twigs。 The shrubs; the
  birches; the willows; the poplars were showing their first