第 3 节
作者:僻处自说      更新:2021-02-20 14:23      字数:9322
  as pious as though I had to take orders。 On leaving college; the Abbe
  Loraux took me into his house and made me study law。 During the four
  years of study requisite for passing all the examinations; I worked
  hard; but chiefly at things outside the arid fields of jurisprudence。
  Weaned from literature as I had been at college; where I lived in the
  headmaster's house; I had a thirst to quench。 As soon as I had read a
  few modern masterpieces; the works of all the preceding ages were
  greedily swallowed。 I became crazy about the theatre; and for a long
  time I went every night to the play; though my uncle gave me only a
  hundred francs a month。 This parsimony; to which the good old man was
  compelled by his regard for the poor; had the effect of keeping a
  young man's desires within reasonable limits。
  〃When I went to live with Comte Octave I was not indeed an innocent;
  but I thought of my rare escapades as crimes。 My uncle was so truly
  angelic; and I was so much afraid of grieving him; that in all those
  four years I had never spent a night out。 The good man would wait till
  I came in to go to bed。 This maternal care had more power to keep me
  within bounds than the sermons and reproaches with which the life of a
  young man is diversified in a puritanical home。 I was a stranger to
  the various circles which make up the world of Paris society; I only
  knew some women of the better sort; and none of the inferior class but
  those I saw as I walked about; or in the boxes at the play; and then
  only from the depths of the pit where I sat。 If; at that period; any
  one had said to me; 'You will see Canalis; or Camille Maupin;' I
  should have felt hot coals in my head and in my bowels。 Famous people
  were to me as gods; who neither spoke; nor walked; nor ate like other
  mortals。
  〃How many tales of the Thousand…and…one Nights are comprehended in the
  ripening of a youth! How many wonderful lamps must we have rubbed
  before we understand that the True Wonderful Lamp is either luck; or
  work; or genius。 In some men this dream of the aroused spirit is but
  brief; mine has lasted until now! In those days I always went to sleep
  as Grand Duke of Tuscany;as a millionaire;as beloved by a
  princess;or famous! So to enter the service of Comte Octave; and
  have a hundred louis a year; was entering on independent life。 I had
  glimpses of some chance of getting into society; and seeking for what
  my heart desired most; a protectress; who would rescue me from the
  paths of danger; which a young man of two…and…twenty can hardly help
  treading; however prudent and well brought up he may be。 I began to be
  afraid of myself。
  〃The persistent study of other people's rights into which I had
  plunged was not always enough to repress painful imaginings。 Yes;
  sometimes in fancy I threw myself into theatrical life; I thought I
  could be a great actor; I dreamed of endless triumphs and loves;
  knowing nothing of the disillusion hidden behind the curtain; as
  everywhere elsefor every stage has its reverse behind the scenes。 I
  have gone out sometimes; my heart boiling; carried away by an impulse
  to rush hunting through Paris; to attach myself to some handsome woman
  I might meet; to follow her to her door; watch her; write to her;
  throw myself on her mercy; and conquer her by sheer force of passion。
  My poor uncle; a heart consumed by charity; a child of seventy years;
  as clear…sighted as God; as guileless as a man of genius; no doubt
  read the tumult of my soul; for when he felt the tether by which he
  held me strained too tightly and ready to break; he would never fail
  to say; 'Here; Maurice; you too are poor! Here are twenty francs; go
  and amuse yourself; you are not a priest!' And if you could have seen
  the dancing light that gilded his gray eyes; the smile that relaxed
  his fine lips; puckering the corners of his mouth; the adorable
  expression of that august face; whose native ugliness was redeemed by
  the spirit of an apostle; you would understand the feeling which made
  me answer the Cure of White Friars only with a kiss; as if he had been
  my mother。
  〃 'In Comte Octave you will find not a master; but a friend;' said my
  uncle on the way to the Rue Payenne。 'But he is distrustful; or to be
  more exact; he is cautious。 The statesman's friendship can be won only
  with time; for in spite of his deep insight and his habit of gauging
  men; he was deceived by the man you are succeeding; and nearly became
  a victim to his abuse of confidence。 This is enough to guide you in
  your behavior to him。'
  〃When we knocked at the enormous outer door of a house as large as the
  Hotel Carnavalet; with a courtyard in front and a garden behind; the
  sound rang as in a desert。 While my uncle inquired of an old porter in
  livery if the Count were at home; I cast my eyes; seeing everything at
  once; over the courtyard where the cobblestones were hidden in the
  grass; the blackened walls where little gardens were flourishing above
  the decorations of the elegant architecture; and on the roof; as high
  as that of the Tuileries。 The balustrade of the upper balconies was
  eaten away。 Through a magnificent colonnade I could see a second court
  on one side; where were the offices; the door was rotting。 An old
  coachman was there cleaning an old carriage。 The indifferent air of
  this servant allowed me to assume that the handsome stables; where of
  old so many horses had whinnied; now sheltered two at most。 The
  handsome facade of the house seemed to me gloomy; like that of a
  mansion belonging to the State or the Crown; and given up to some
  public office。 A bell rang as we walked across; my uncle and I; from
  the porter's lodge/Inquire of the Porter/ was still written over the
  doortowards the outside steps; where a footman came out in a livery
  like that of Labranche at the Theatre Francais in the old stock plays。
  A visitor was so rare that the servant was putting his coat on when he
  opened a glass door with small panes; on each side of which the smoke
  of a lamp had traced patterns on the walls。
  〃A hall so magnificent as to be worthy of Versailles ended in a
  staircase such as will never again be built in France; taking up as
  much space as the whole of a modern house。 As we went up the marble
  steps; as cold as tombstones; and wide enough for eight persons to
  walk abreast; our tread echoed under sonorous vaulting。 The banister
  charmed the eye by its miraculous workmanshipgoldsmith's work in
  ironwrought by the fancy of an artist of the time of Henri III。
  Chilled as by an icy mantle that fell on our shoulders; we went
  through ante…rooms; drawing…rooms opening one out of the other; with
  carpetless parquet floors; and furnished with such splendid
  antiquities as from thence would find their way to the curiosity
  dealers。 At last we reached a large study in a cross wing; with all
  the windows looking into an immense garden。
  〃 'Monsieur le Cure of the White Friars; and his nephew; Monsieur de
  l'Hostal;' said Labranche; to whose care the other theatrical servant
  had consigned us in the first ante…chamber。
  〃Comte Octave; dressed in long trousers and a gray flannel morning
  coat; rose from his seat by a huge writing…table; came to the
  fireplace; and signed to me to sit down; while he went forward to take
  my uncle's hands; which he pressed。
  〃 'Though I am in the parish of Saint…Paul;' said he; 'I could
  scarcely have failed to hear of the Cure of the White Friars; and I am
  happy to make his acquaintance。'
  〃 'Your Excellency is most kind;' replied my uncle。 'I have brought to
  you my only remaining relation。 While I believe that I am offering a
  good gift to your Excellency; I hope at the same time to give my
  nephew a second father。'
  〃 'As to that; I can only reply; Monsieur l'Abbe; when we shall have
  tried each other;' said Comte Octave。 'Your name?' he added to me。
  〃 'Maurice。'
  〃 'He has taken his doctor's degree in law;' my uncle observed。
  〃 'Very good; very good!' said the Count; looking at me from head to
  foot。 'Monsieur l'Abbe; I hope that for your nephew's sake in the
  first instance; and then for mine; you will do me the honor of dining
  here every Monday。 That will be our family dinner; our family party。'
  〃My uncle and the Count then began to talk of religion from the
  political point of view; of charitable institutes; the repression of
  crime; and I could at my leisure study the man on whom my fate would
  henceforth depend。 The Count was of middle height; it was impossible
  to judge of his build on account of his dress; but he seemed to me to
  be lean and spare。 His face was harsh and hollow; the features were
  refined。 His mouth; which was rather large; expressed both irony and
  kindliness。 His forehead perhaps too spacious; was as intimidating as
  that of a madman; all the more so from the contrast of the lower part
  of the face; which ended squarely in a short chin very near the lower
  lip。 Small eyes; of turquoise blue; were as keen and bright as those
  of the Prince de Talleyrandwhich I admired at a later timeand
  endowed; like the Prince's; with the faculty of becoming
  expressionless to the verge of gloom; and they added to the
  singularity of a face that was not pale but yellow。 This complexion
  seemed to bespeak a