第 63 节
作者:蒂帆      更新:2024-04-14 09:15      字数:9322
  I could have cried like a child; but this is too tragical; and I
  am sick at heart。
  〃We want a lot of things; you know; and where is the money to
  come from?〃
  Rastignac took out his watch。
  〃There; be quick and pawn it。 I do not want to stop on the way to
  the Rue du Helder; there is not a moment to lose; I am afraid;
  and I must wait here till Christophe comes back。 I have not a
  farthing; I shall have to pay the cabman when I get home again。〃
  Rastignac rushed down the stairs; and drove off to the Rue du
  Helder。 The awful scene through which he had just passed
  quickened his imagination; and he grew fiercely indignant。 He
  reached Mme。 de Restaud's house only to be told by the servant
  that his mistress could see no one。
  〃But I have brought a message from her father; who is dying;〃
  Rastignac told the man。
  〃The Count has given us the strictest orders; sir〃
  〃If it is M。 de Restaud who has given the orders; tell him that
  his father…in…law is dying; and that I am here; and must speak
  with him at once。〃
  The man went out。
  Eugene waited for a long while。 〃Perhaps her father is dying at
  this moment;〃 he thought。
  Then the man came back; and Eugene followed him to the little
  drawing…room。 M。 de Restaud was standing before the fireless
  grate; and did not ask his visitor to seat himself。
  〃Monsieur le Comte;〃 said Rastignac; 〃M。 Goriot; your father…in…
  law; is lying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin
  Quarter。 He has not a penny to pay for firewood; he is expected
  to die at any moment; and keeps calling for his daughter〃
  〃I feel very little affection for M。 Goriot; sir; as you probably
  are aware;〃 the Count answered coolly。 〃His character has been
  compromised in connection with Mme。 de Restaud; he is the author
  of the misfortunes that have embittered my life and troubled my
  peace of mind。 It is a matter of perfect indifference to me if he
  lives or dies。 Now you know my feelings with regard to him。
  Public opinion may blame me; but I care nothing for public
  opinion。 Just now I have other and much more important matters to
  think about than the things that fools and chatterers may say
  about me。 As for Mme。 de Restaud; she cannot leave the house; she
  is in no condition to do so。 And; besides; I shall not allow her
  to leave it。 Tell her father that as soon as she has done her
  duty by her husband and child she shall go to see him。 If she has
  any love for her father; she can be free to go to him; if she
  chooses; in a few seconds; it lies entirely with her〃
  〃Monsieur le Comte; it is no business of mine to criticise your
  conduct; you can do as you please with your wife; but may I count
  upon your keeping your word with me? Well; then; promise me to
  tell her that her father has not twenty…four hours to live; that
  he looks in vain for her; and has cursed her already as he lies
  on his deathbed;that is all I ask。〃
  〃You can tell her yourself;〃 the Count answered; impressed by the
  thrill of indignation in Eugene's voice。
  The Count led the way to the room where his wife usually sat。 She
  was drowned in tears; and lay crouching in the depths of an
  armchair; as if she were tired of life and longed to die。 It was
  piteous to see her。 Before venturing to look at Rastignac; she
  glanced at her husband in evident and abject terror that spoke of
  complete prostration of body and mind; she seemed crushed by a
  tyranny both mental and physical。 The Count jerked his head
  towards her; she construed this as a permission to speak。
  〃I heard all that you said; monsieur。 Tell my father that if he
  knew all he would forgive me。 。 。 。 I did not think there was
  such torture in the world as this; it is more than I can endure;
  monsieur!But I will not give way as long as I live;〃 she said;
  turning to her husband。 〃I am a mother。Tell my father that I
  have never sinned against him in spite of appearances!〃 she cried
  aloud in her despair。
  Eugene bowed to the husband and wife; he guessed the meaning of
  the scene; and that this was a terrible crisis in the Countess'
  life。 M。 de Restaud's manner had told him that his errand was a
  fruitless one; he saw that Anastasie had no longer any liberty of
  action。 He came away mazed and bewildered; and hurried to Mme。 de
  Nucingen。 Delphine was in bed。
  〃Poor dear Eugene; I am ill;〃 she said。 〃I caught cold after the
  ball; and I am afraid of pneumonia。 I am waiting for the doctor
  to come。〃
  〃If you were at death's door;〃 Eugene broke in; 〃you must be
  carried somehow to your father。 He is calling for you。 If you
  could hear the faintest of those cries; you would not feel ill
  any longer。〃
  〃Eugene; I dare say my father is not quite so ill as you say; but
  I cannot bear to do anything that you do not approve; so I will
  do just as you wish。 As for HIM; he would die of grief I know if
  I went out to see him and brought on a dangerous illness。 Well; I
  will go as soon as I have seen the doctor。Ah!〃 she cried out;
  〃you are not wearing your watch; how is that?〃
  Eugene reddened。
  〃Eugene; Eugene! if you have sold it already or lost it。 。 。 。
  Oh! it would be very wrong of you!〃
  The student bent over Delphine and said in her ear; 〃Do you want
  to know? Very well; then; you shall know。 Your father has nothing
  left to pay for the shroud that they will lay him in this
  evening。 Your watch has been pawned; for I had nothing either。〃
  Delphine sprang out of bed; ran to her desk; and took out her
  purse。 She gave it to Eugene; and rang the bell; crying:
  〃I will go; I will go at once; Eugene。 Leave me; I will dress。
  Why; I should be an unnatural daughter! Go back; I will be there
  before you。Therese;〃 she called to the waiting…woman; 〃ask M。
  de Nucingen to come upstairs at once and speak to me。〃
  Eugene was almost happy when he reached the Rue Nueve…Sainte…
  Genevieve; he was so glad to bring the news to the dying man that
  one of his daughters was coming。 He fumbled in Delphine's purse
  for money; so as to dismiss the cab at once; and discovered that
  the young; beautiful; and wealthy woman of fashion had only
  seventy francs in her private purse。 He climbed the stairs and
  found Bianchon supporting Goriot; while the house surgeon from
  the hospital was applying moxas to the patient's backunder the
  direction of the physician; it was the last expedient of science;
  and it was tried in vain。
  〃Can you feel them?〃 asked the physician。 But Goriot had caught
  sight of Rastignac; and answered; 〃They are coming; are they
  not?〃
  〃There is hope yet;〃 said the surgeon; 〃he can speak。〃
  〃Yes;〃 said Eugene; 〃Delphine is coming。〃
  〃Oh! that is nothing!〃 said Bianchon; 〃he has been talking about
  his daughters all the time。 He calls for them as a man impaled
  calls for water; they say〃
  〃We may as well give up;〃 said the physician; addressing the
  surgeon。 〃Nothing more can be done now; the case is hopeless。〃
  Bianchon and the house surgeon stretched the dying man out again
  on his loathsome bed。
  〃But the sheets ought to be changed;〃 added the physician。 〃Even
  if there is no hope left; something is due to human nature。 I
  shall come back again; Bianchon;〃 he said; turning to the medical
  student。 〃If he complains again; rub some laudanum over the
  diaphragm。〃
  He went; and the house surgeon went with him。
  〃Come; Eugene; pluck up heart; my boy;〃 said Bianchon; as soon as
  they were alone; 〃we must set about changing his sheets; and put
  him into a clean shirt。 Go and tell Sylvie to bring some sheets
  and come and help us to make the bed。〃
  Eugene went downstairs; and found Mme。 Vauquer engaged in setting
  the table; Sylvie was helping her。 Eugene had scarcely opened his
  mouth before the widow walked up to him with the acidulous sweet
  smile of a cautious shopkeeper who is anxious neither to lose
  money nor to offend a customer。
  〃My dear Monsieur Eugene;〃 she said; when he had spoken; 〃you
  know quite as well as I do that Father Goriot has not a brass
  farthing left。 If you give out clean linen for a man who is just
  going to turn up his eyes; you are not likely to see your sheets
  again; for one is sure to be wanted to wrap him in。 Now; you owe
  me a hundred and forty…four francs as it is; add forty francs for
  the pair of sheets; and then there are several little things;
  besides the candle that Sylvie will give you; altogether it will
  all mount up to at least two hundred francs; which is more than a
  poor widow like me can afford to lose。 Lord! now; Monsieur
  Eugene; look at it fairly。 I have lost quite enough in these five
  days since this run of ill…luck set in for me。 I would rather
  than ten crowns that the old gentlemen had moved out as you said。
  It sets the other lodgers against the house。 It would not take
  much to make me send him to the workhouse。 In short; just put
  yourself in my place。 I have to think of my establishment first;
  for I