two poets-第32章
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to be married shortly。
〃Poor Lucien！〃 said Louise； 〃he was afraid he should be beaten and scolded； as if it was he himself that was going to be married！ Why； where is the harm？〃 she continued； her fingers toying with Lucien's hair。 〃What is your family to me when you are an exception？ Suppose that my father were to marry his cook； would that trouble you much？ Dear boy； lovers are for each other their whole family。 Have I a greater interest than my Lucien in the world？ Be great； find the way to win fame； that is our affair！〃
This selfish answer made Lucien the happiest of mortals。 But in the middle of the fantastic reasonings； with which Louise convinced him that they two were alone in the world； in came M。 de Bargeton。 Lucien frowned and seemed to be taken aback； but Louise made him a sign； and asked him to stay to dinner and to read Andre de Chenier aloud to them until people arrived for their evening game at cards。
〃You will give her pleasure；〃 said M。 de Bargeton； 〃and me also。 Nothing suits me better than listening to reading aloud after dinner。〃
Cajoled by M。 de Bargeton； cajoled by Louise； waited upon with the respect which servants show to a favored guest of the house； Lucien remained in the Hotel de Bargeton； and began to think of the luxuries which he enjoyed for the time being as the rightful accessories of Lucien de Rubempre。 He felt his position so strong through Louise's love and M。 de Bargeton's weakness； that as the rooms filled； he assumed a lordly air； which that fair lady encouraged。 He tasted the delights of despotic sway which Nais had acquired by right of conquest； and liked to share with him； and； in short； that evening he tried to act up to the part of the lion of the little town。 A few of those who marked these airs drew their own conclusions from them； and thought that； according to the old expression； he had come to the last term with the lady。 Amelie； who had come with M。 du Chatelet； was sure of the deplorable fact； in a corner of the drawing…room； where the jealous and envious gathered together。
〃Do not think of calling Nais to account for the vanity of a youngster； who is as proud as he can be because he has got into society； where he never expected to set foot；〃 said Chatelet。 〃Don't you see that this Chardon takes the civility of a woman of the world for an advance？ He does not know the difference between the silence of real passion and the patronizing graciousness due to his good looks and youth and talent。 It would be too bad if women were blamed for all the desires which they inspire。 HE certainly is in love with her； but as for Nais〃
〃Oh！ Nais；〃 echoed the perfidious Amelie； 〃Nais is well enough pleased。 A young man's love has so many attractionsat her age。 A woman grows young again in his company； she is a girl； and acts a girl's hesitation and manners； and does not dream that she is ridiculous。 Just look！ Think of a druggist's son giving himself a conqueror's airs with Mme。 de Bargeton。〃
〃Love knows nought of high or low degree；〃 hummed Adrien。
There was not a single house in Angouleme next day where the degree of intimacy between M。 Chardon （alias de Rubempre） and Mme。 de Bargeton was not discussed； and though the utmost extent of their guilt amounted to two or three kisses； the world already chose to believe the worst of both。 Mme。 de Bargeton paid the penalty of her sovereignty。 Among the various eccentricities of society； have you never noticed its erratic judgments and the unaccountable differences in the standard it requires of this or that man or woman？ There are some persons who may do anything； they may behave totally irrationally； anything becomes them； and it is who shall be first to justify their conduct； then； on the other hand； there are those on whom the world is unaccountably severe； they must do everything well； they are not allowed to fail nor to make mistakes； at their peril they do anything foolish； you might compare these last to the much…admired statues which must come down at once from their pedestal if the frost chips off a nose or a finger。 They are not permitted to be human； they are required to be for ever divine and for ever impeccable。 So one glance exchanged between Mme。 de Bargeton and Lucien outweighed twelve years of Zizine's connection with Francis in the social balance； and a squeeze of the hand drew down all the thunders of the Charente upon the lovers。
David had brought a little secret hoard back with him from Paris； and it was this sum that he set aside for the expenses of his marriage and for the building of the second floor in his father's house。 His father's house it was； but； after all； was he not working for himself？ It would all be his again some day； and his father was sixty…eight years old。 So David build a timbered second story for Lucien； so as not to put too great a strain on the old rifted house…walls。 He took pleasure in making the rooms where the fair Eve was to spend her life as brave as might be。
It was a time of blithe and unmixed happiness for the friends。 Lucien was tired of the shabbiness of provincial life； and weary of the sordid frugality that looked on a five…franc piece as a fortune； but he bore the hardships and the pinching thrift without grumbling。 His moody looks had been succeeded by an expression of radiant hope。 He saw the star shining above his head； he had dreams of a great time to come； and built the fabric of his good fortune on M。 de Bargeton's tomb。 M。 de Bargeton； troubled with indigestion from time to time； cherished the happy delusion that indigestion after dinner was a complaint to be cured by a hearty supper。
By the beginning of September； Lucien had ceased to be a printer's foreman； he was M。 de Rubempre； housed sumptuously in comparison with his late quarters in the tumbledown attic with the dormer…window； where 〃young Chardon〃 had lived in L'Houmeau； he was not even a 〃man of L'Houmeau〃； he lived in the heights of Angouleme； and dined four times a week with Mme。 de Bargeton。 A friendship had grown up between M。 de Rubempre and the Bishop； and he went to the palace。 His occupations put him upon a level with the highest rank； his name would be one day among the great names of France； and； in truth； as he went to and fro in his apartments； the pretty sitting…room； the charming bedroom； and the tastefully furnished study； he might console himself for the thought that he drew thirty francs every month out of his mother's and sister's hard earnings； for he saw the day approaching when An Archer of Charles IX。； the historical romance on which he had been at work for two years； and a volume of verse entitled Marguerites； should spread his fame through the world of literature； and bring in money enough to repay them all； his mother and sister and David。 So； grown great in his own eyes； and giving ear to the echoes of his name in the future； he could accept present sacrifices with noble assurance； he smiled at his poverty； he relished the sense of these last days of penury。
Eve and David had set Lucien's happiness before their own。 They had put off their wedding； for it took some time to paper and paint their rooms； and to buy the furniture； and Lucien's affairs had been settled first。 No one who knew Lucien could wonder at their devotion。 Lucien was so engaging； he had such winning ways； his impatience and his desires were so graciously expressed； that his cause was always won before he opened his mouth to speak。 This unlucky gift of fortune； if it is the salvation of some； is the ruin of many more。 Lucien and his like find a world predisposed in favor of youth and good looks； and ready to protect those who give it pleasure with the selfish good… nature that flings alms to a beggar； if he appeals to the feelings and awakens emotion； and in this favor many a grown child is content to bask instead of putting it to a profitable use。 With mistaken notions as to the significance and the motive of social relations they imagine that they shall always meet with deceptive smiles； and so at last the moment comes for them when the world leaves them bald； stripped bare； without fortune or worth； like an elderly coquette by the door of a salon； or a stray rag in the gutter。
Eve herself had wished
