第 9 节
作者:打死也不说      更新:2021-12-13 08:41      字数:9322
  xcuse of all unclassed people。〃
  〃I follow this occupation in order to earn a living。 It is bread and butter in the meantime。〃
  〃In what meantime? While you are waiting for literary glory?〃
  He glanced disdainfully at the scribbling scattered over the table。
  〃All that is not serious; you know; and here is what I am come to tell you。 An opportunity presents itself to you; a double…swing door opening into the future。 The Bethlehem Society is founded。 The most splendid of my philanthropic dreams has taken body。 We have just purchased a superb villa at Nanterre for the housing of our first establishment。 It is the care; the management of this house that I have thought of intrusting to you as to an /alter ego/。 A princely dwelling; the salary of the commander of a division; and the satisfaction of a service rendered to the great human family。 Say one word; and I take you to see the Nabob; the great…hearted man who defrays the expense of our undertaking。 Do you accept?〃
  〃No;〃 said the other so curtly that Jenkins was somewhat put out of countenance。
  〃Just so。 I was prepared for this refusal when I came here。 But I am come nevertheless。 I have taken for motto; 'To do good without hope;' and I remain faithful to my motto。 So then; it is understood you prefer to the honourable; worthy; and profitable existence which I have just proposed to you; a life of hazard without aim and without dignity?〃
  Andre answered nothing; but his silence spoke for him。
  〃Take care。 You know what that decision will involve; a definitive estrangement; but you have always wanted that。 I need not tell you;〃 continued Jenkins; 〃that to break with me is to break off relations also with your mother。 She and I are one。〃
  The young man turned pale; hesitated a moment; then said with effort:
  〃If it please my mother to come to see me here; I shall be delighted; certainly。 But my determination to quit your house; to have no longer anything in common with you; is irrevocable。〃
  〃And will you at least say why?〃
  He made a negative sign; he would not say。
  For once the Irishman felt a genuine impulse of anger。 His whole face assumed a cunning; savage expression which would have very much astonished those that only knew the good and loyal Jenkins; but he took good care not to push further an explanation which he feared perhaps as much as he desired it。
  〃Adieu;〃 said he; half turning his head on the threshold。 〃And never apply to us。〃
  〃Never;〃 replied his stepson in a firm voice。
  This time; when the doctor had said to Joey; 〃Place Vendome;〃 the horse; as though he had understood that they were going to the Nabob's; gave a proud shake to his glittering curb…chains; and the brougham set off at full speed; transforming each axle of its wheels into sunshine。 〃To come so far to get a reception like that! A celebrity of the time to be treated thus by that Bohemian! One may try indeed to do good!〃 Jenkins gave vent to his anger in a long monologue of this character; then suddenly rousing himself; exclaimed; 〃Ah; bah!〃 and what anxiety there was remaining on his brow quickly vanished on the pavement of the Place Vendome。 Noon was striking everywhere in the sunshine。 Issued forth from behind its curtain of mist; luxurious Paris; awake and on its feet; was commencing its whirling day。 The shop…windows of the Rue de la Paix shone brightly。 The mansions of the square seemed to be ranging themselves haughtily for the receptions of the afternoon; and; right at the end of the Rue Castiglione with its white arcades; the Tuileries; beneath a fine burst of winter sunshine; raised shivering statues; pink with cold; amid the stripped trees。
  A LUNCHEON IN THE PLACE VENDOME
  There were scarcely more than a score of persons that morning in the Nabob's dining…room; a dining…room in carved oak; supplied the previous evening as it were by some great upholsterer; who at the same stroke had furnished these suites of four drawing…rooms of which you caught sight through an open doorway; the hangings on the ceiling; the objects of art; the chandeliers; even the very plate on the sideboards and the servants who were in attendance。 It was obviously the kind of interior improvised the moment he was out of the railway…train by a gigantic /parvenu/ in haste to enjoy。 Although around the table there was no trace of any feminine presence; no bright frock to enliven it; its aspect was yet not monotonous; thanks to the dissimilarity; the oddness of the guests; people belonging to every section of society; specimens of humanity detached from all races; in France; in Europe; in the entire globe; from the top to the bottom of the social ladder。 To begin with; the master of the housea kind of giant; tanned; burned by the sun; saffron…coloured; with head in his shoulders。 His nose; which was short and lost in the puffiness of his face; his woolly hair massed like a cap of astrakhan above a low and obstinate forehead; and his bristly eyebrows with eyes like those of an ambushed chapard gave him the ferocious aspect of a Kalmuck; of some frontier savage living by war and rapine。 Fortunately the lower part of the face; the fleshy and strong lip which was lightened now and then by a smile adorable in its kindness; quite redeemed; by an expression like that of a St。 Vincent de Paul; this fierce ugliness; this physiognomy so original that it was no longer vulgar。 An inferior extraction; however; betrayed itself yet again by the voice; the voice of a Rhone waterman; raucous and thick; in which the southern accent became rather uncouth than hard; and by two broad and short hands; hairy at the back; square and nailless fingers which; laid on the whiteness of the table…cloth; spoke of their past with an embarrassing eloquence。 Opposite him; on the other side of the table at which he was one of the habitual guests; was seated the Marquis de Monpavon; but a Monpavon presenting no resemblance to the painted spectre of whom we had a glimpse in the last chapter。 He was now a haughty man of no particular age; fine majestic nose; a lordly bearing; displaying a large shirt…front of immaculate linen crackling beneath the continual effort of the chest to throw itself forward; and bulging itself out each time with a noise like that made by a white turkey when it struts in anger; or by a peacock when he spreads his tail。 His name of Monpavon suited him well。
  Of great family and of a wealthy stock; but ruined by gambling and speculation; the friendship of the Duc de Mora had secured him an appointment as receiver…general in the first class。 Unfortunately his health had not permitted him to retain this handsome positionwell… informed people said his health had nothing to do with itand for the last year he had been living in Paris; awaiting his restoration to health; according to his own account of the matter; before resuming his post。 The same people were confident that he would never regain it; and that even were it not for certain exalted influencesHowever; he was the important personage of the luncheon; that was clear from the manner in which the servants waited upon him; and the Nabob consulted him; calling him 〃Monsieur le Marquis;〃 as at the Comedie… Francaise; less almost out of deference than from pride; by reason of the honour which it reflected upon himself。 Full of disdain for the people around him; M。 le Marquis spoke little; in a very high voice; and as though he were stooping towards those whom he was honouring with his conversation。 From time to time he would throw to the Nabob across the table a few words enigmatical for all。
  〃I saw the duke yesterday。 He was talking a great deal about you in connection with that matter。 You know; that thingthat business。 What was the name of it?〃
  〃You really mean it? He spoke of me to you?〃 And the good Nabob; quite proud; would look around him with movements of the head that were supremely laughable; or perhaps assume the contemplative air of a devotee who should hear the name of Our Lord pronounced。
  〃His excellency would have pleasure in seeing you take up theps; ps; psthe thing。〃
  〃He told you so?〃
  〃Ask the governor if he did notheard it like myself。〃
  The person who was called the governorPaganetti; to give him his real namewas a little; expressive man; constantly gesticulating and fatiguing to behold; so many were the different expressions which his face would assume in the course of a single minute。 He was managing director of the Territorial Bank of Corsica; a vast financial enterprise; and had now come to the house for the first time; introduced by Monpavon; he occupied accordingly a place of honour。 On the other side of the Nabob was an old gentleman; buttoned up to the chin in a frock…coat having a straight collar without lapels; like an Oriental tunic; his face slashed by a thousand little bloodshot veins and wearing a white moustache of military cut。 It was Brahim Bey; the most valiant colonel of the Regency of Tunis; aide…de…camp of the former Bey who had made the fortune of Jansoulet。 The glorious exploits of this warrior showed themselves written in wrinkles; in blemishes wrought by debauchery upon the nerveless under…lip that hung as it were relaxed; and upon his eyes without lashes; inflamed and red。 It was a head such