第 47 节
作者:冥王      更新:2021-02-18 23:11      字数:9322
  From the gestures of the poet; and the air and manner of the young
  heiress; it was easy to see that she was listening favorably to him。
  The two demoiselles d'Herouville hastened to interrupt the scandalous
  tete…a…tete; and with the natural cleverness of women under such
  circumstances; they turned the conversation on the court; and the
  distinction of an appointment under the crown;pointing out the
  difference that existed between appointments in the household of the
  king and those of the crown。 They tried to intoxicate Modeste's mind
  by appealing to her pride; and describing one of the highest stations
  to which a woman could aspire。
  〃To have a duke for a son;〃 said the elder lady; 〃is an actual
  advantage。 The title is a fortune that we secure to our children
  without the possibility of loss。〃
  〃How is it; then;〃 said Canalis; displeased at his tete…a…tete being
  thus broken in upon; 〃that Monsieur le duc has had so little success
  in a matter where his title would seem to be of special service to
  him?〃
  The two ladies cast a look at Canalis as full of venom as the tooth of
  a snake; and they were so disconcerted by Modeste's amused smile that
  they were actually unable to reply。
  〃Monsieur le duc has never blamed you;〃 she said to Canalis; 〃for the
  humility with which you bear your fame; why should you attack him for
  his modesty?〃
  〃Besides; we have never yet met a woman worthy of my nephew's rank;〃
  said Mademoiselle d'Herouville。 〃Some had only the wealth of the
  position; others; without fortune; had the wit and birth。 I must admit
  that we have done well to wait till God granted us an opportunity to
  meet one in whom we find the noble blood; the mind; and fortune of a
  Duchesse d'Herouville。〃
  〃My dear Modeste;〃 said Helene d'Herouville; leading her new friend
  apart; 〃there are a thousand barons in the kingdom; just as there are
  a hundred poets in Paris; who are worth as much as he; he is so little
  of a great man that even I; a poor girl forced to take the veil for
  want of a 'dot;' I would not take him。 You don't know what a young man
  is who has been for ten years in the hands of a Duchesse de Chaulieu。
  None but an old woman of sixty could put up with the little ailments
  of which; they say; the great poet is always complaining;a habit in
  Louis XIV。 that became a perfectly insupportable annoyance。 It is true
  the duchess does not suffer from it as much as a wife; who would have
  him always about her。〃
  Then; practising a well…known manoeuvre peculiar to her sex; Helene
  d'Herouville repeated in a low voice all the calumnies which women
  jealous of the Duchesse de Chaulieu were in the habit of spreading
  about the poet。 This little incident; common as it is in the
  intercourse of women; will serve to show with what fury the hounds
  were after Modeste's wealth。
  Ten days saw a great change in the opinions at the Chalet as to the
  three suitors for Mademoiselle de La Bastie's hand。 This change; which
  was much to the disadvantage of Canalis; came about through
  considerations of a nature which ought to make the holders of any kind
  of fame pause; and reflect。 No one can deny; if we remember the
  passion with which people seek for autographs; that public curiosity
  is greatly excited by celebrity。 Evidently most provincials never form
  an exact idea in their own minds of how illustrious Parisians put on
  their cravats; walk on the boulevards; stand gaping at nothing; or eat
  a cutlet; because; no sooner do they perceive a man clothed in the
  sunbeams of fashion or resplendent with some dignity that is more or
  less fugitive (though always envied); than they cry out; 〃Look at
  that!〃 〃How queer!〃 and other depreciatory exclamations。 In a word;
  the mysterious charm that attaches to every kind of fame; even that
  which is most justly due; never lasts。 It is; and especially with
  superficial people who are envious or sarcastic; a sensation which
  passes off with the rapidity of lightning; and never returns。 It would
  seem as though fame; like the sun; hot and luminous at a distance; is
  cold as the summit of an alp when you approach it。 Perhaps man is only
  really great to his peers; perhaps the defects inherent in his
  constitution disappear sooner to the eyes of his equals than to those
  of vulgar admirers。 A poet; if he would please in ordinary life; must
  put on the fictitious graces of those who are able to make their
  insignificances forgotten by charming manners and complying speeches。
  The poet of the faubourg Saint…Germain; who did not choose to bow
  before this social dictum; was made before long to feel that an
  insulting provincial indifference had succeeded to the dazed
  fascination of the earlier evenings。 The prodigality of his wit and
  wisdom had produced upon these worthy souls somewhat the effect which
  a shopful of glass…ware produces on the eye; in other words; the fire
  and brilliancy of Canalis's eloquence soon wearied people who; to use
  their own words; 〃cared more for the solid。〃
  Forced after a while to behave like an ordinary man; the poet found an
  unexpected stumbling…block on ground where La Briere had already won
  the suffrage of the worthy people who at first had thought him sulky。
  They felt the need of compensating themselves for Canalis's reputation
  by preferring his friend。 The best of men are influenced by such
  feelings as these。 The simple and straightforward young fellow jarred
  no one's self…love; coming to know him better they discovered his
  heart; his modesty; his silent and sure discretion; and his excellent
  bearing。 The Duc d'Herouville considered him; as a political element;
  far above Canalis。 The poet; ill…balanced; ambitious; and restless as
  Tasso; loved luxury; grandeur; and ran into debt; while the young
  lawyer; whose character was equable and well…balanced; lived soberly;
  was useful without proclaiming it; awaited rewards without begging for
  them; and laid by his money。
  Canalis had moreover laid himself open in a special way to the
  bourgeois eyes that were watching him。 For two or three days he had
  shown signs of impatience; he had given way to depression; to states
  of melancholy without apparent reason; to those capricious changes of
  temper which are the natural results of the nervous temperament of
  poets。 These originalities (we use the provincial word) came from the
  uneasiness that his conduct toward the Duchesse de Chaulieu which grew
  daily less explainable; caused him。 He knew he ought to write to her;
  but could not resolve on doing so。 All these fluctuations were
  carefully remarked and commented on by the gentle American; and the
  excellent Madame Latournelle; and they formed the topic of many a
  discussion between these two ladies and Madame Mignon。 Canalis felt
  the effects of these discussions without being able to explain them。
  The attention paid to him was not the same; the faces surrounding him
  no longer wore the entranced look of the earlier days; while at the
  same time Ernest was evidently gaining ground。
  For the last two days the poet had endeavored to fascinate Modeste
  only; and he took advantage of every moment when he found himself
  alone with her; to weave the web of passionate language around his
  love。 Modeste's blush; as she listened to him on the occasion we have
  just mentioned; showed the demoiselles d'Herouville the pleasure with
  which she was listening to sweet conceits that were sweetly said; and
  they; horribly uneasy at the sight; had immediate recourse to the
  〃ultima ratio〃 of women in such cases; namely; those calumnies which
  seldom miss their object。 Accordingly; when the party met at the
  dinner…table the poet saw a cloud on the brow of his idol; he knew
  that Mademoiselle d'Herouville's malignity allowed him to lose no
  time; and he resolved to offer himself as a husband at the first
  moment when he could find himself alone with Modeste。
  Overhearing a few acid though polite remarks exchanged between the
  poet and the two noble ladies; Gobenheim nudged Butscha with his
  elbow; and said in an undertone; motioning towards the poet and the
  grand equerry;
  〃They'll demolish one another!〃
  〃Canalis has genius enough to demolish himself all alone;〃 answered
  the dwarf。
  CHAPTER XXII
  A RIDDLE GUESSED
  During the dinner; which was magnificent and admirably well served;
  the duke obtained a signal advantage over Canalis。 Modeste; who had
  received her habit and other equestrian equipments the night before;
  spoke of taking rides about the country。 A turn of the conversation
  led her to express the wish to see a hunt with hounds; a pleasure she
  had never yet enjoyed。 The duke at once proposed to arrange a hunt in
  one of the crown forests; which lay a few leagues from Havre。 Thanks
  to his intimacy with the Prince de Cadignan; Master of the Hunt; he
  saw his chance of displaying an almost regal pomp before Modeste's
  eyes; and alluring her with a glimpse of court fascina