samuel brohl & company-第8章
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ee and began to sing。 The man said to himself： 'Since there is no spot so miserable that a bird will not deign to sing in it； I will have the courage to live。' And he lived。
〃I arrived in this village disgusted with life； sorrowful and so weary that I longed to die。 I saw you pass by； and I know not what mysterious virtue entered into me。 I will live。
〃 'What matters it to me？' you will say； in reading these lines； and you will be right。 My sole excuse for having written them is； that I will leave here in a few days； that you never will see me again； never know who I am！〃
The first impression of Antoinette was one of profound astonishment。 She would have taken it for granted that there was some mistake had not her name been written in full on the envelope。 Her second impulse was to laugh at her adventure。 She accorded full justice to Mlle。 Moriaz； she knew very well that she did not resemble the first chance comer； but that her beauty would work miracles； resurrections； that a hypochondriac； merely from seeing her pass by； was likely to regain his taste for existence； scarcely appeared admissible to her。 So great was her curiosity； that she took the pains to make inquiries； the flowers and the letter had been left by a little peasant； who was not of the place； and who could not be found。 Antoinette examined the hotel…register； she did not see there the handwriting of the letter。 She studied the faces which surrounded her； there was not in Hotel Badrutt a single romantic…looking person。 Very speedily she renounced her search。 The bouquet pleased her； she kept it as a present fallen from the skies； and preserved the letter as a curiosity； without long troubling herself to know who had written it。 〃Do not let us talk about it any more； it is doubtless some lunatic；〃 she replied one day to Mlle。 Moiseney； who kept constantly recurring to the incident whose mystery she burned to fathom。 The good demoiselle had been tempted to stop people in the road to ask； 〃Was it you？〃 Perchance she might have suspected her Bergun unknown to have a hand in the affair； had she had the least idea that he was at Saint Moritz； where she never had met him。 He came there； nevertheless； every day； but at his own time； besides； the hotels were full to overflowing； and it was very easy to lose one's self in the crowd。
To tell the truth； when Count Abel Larinski came to Saint Moritz he was far less occupied with Mlle。 Moriaz than with a certain illustrious chemist。 The air of the Engadine and the waters that tasted like ink had worked marvels： in a week M。 Moriaz felt like a new man。 There had come to him a most formidable appetite； and he could walk for hours at a time without becoming weary。 He abused his growing strength by constantly strolling through the mountains without a guide； hammer in hand； and every day； in spite of the remonstrances of his daughter； he increased the length of his excursions。 The more people know； the more inquisitive they become； and； when one is inquisitive； one can go to great lengths without feeling fatigue； one only becomes conscious of this after the exertion is over。 M。 Moriaz never for a moment suspected that he was accompanied； at a respectful distance； on these solitary expeditions； by a stranger； who； with eyes and ears both on the alert； watched over him like a providence。 The most peculiar part of the affair was that this providence would gladly have caused him to take a misstep； or thrust him into some quagmire； in order to have the pleasure of drawing him out； and bearing him in his arms to the Hotel Badrutt。 〃If only he could fall into a hole and break his leg！〃 Such was the daily wish of Count Abel Larinski； but /savants/ have great license allowed them。 Although M。 Moriaz was both corpulent and inclined to be absent…minded； he plunged into more than one quagmire without sticking fast； more than one marsh without having his progress impeded。
One morning he conceived the project of climbing up as high as a certain fortress of mountains whose battlements overhang a forest of pine and larch trees。 He was not yet sufficiently accustomed to the mountains to realize how deceptive distances become there。 After having drained two glasses of the chalybeate waters； and breakfasted heartily； he set out； crossed the Inn； and began the ascent to the forest。 The slope grew more and more abrupt； and ere long he discovered that he had wandered from the foot…path。 He was not one to be easily disheartened； he continued climbing； laying hold of the brushwood with his hands； planting his feet among perfidious pine… needles； which form a carpet as smooth as a mirror； making three steps forward and two backward。 Great drops of perspiration started out on his brow； and he sat down for a moment to wipe them away； hoping that some wood…cutter might appear and show him the way back to the path； if there was one。 But no human soul came within sight； and plucking up his courage again he resumed the ascent； until he had nearly reached a breastwork of rock； in which he vainly sought an opening。 He was about retracing his steps when he remembered that from the gallery of the hotel he had observed this breastwork of reddish rock； and it seemed to him that he remembered also that it formed the buttress of the mountain…stronghold of which he was in quest； and so he concluded that this would be the last obstacle he would have to overcome。 He thought that it would be actually humiliating to be so near the goal and yet renounce it。 The rock； worn by the frost； presented sundry crevices and indentures； forming a natural stairway。 Arming himself with all his strength； and making free use of his nails； he undertook to scale it； and in five minutes had gained a sort of plateau； which； unluckily for him； he found to be commanded by a smooth granite wall of a fearful height。 The only satisfactory procedure for him now was to return whence he had come； but in these perilous passages to ascend is easier than to descend； it being impossible to choose one's steps； descent might lead to a rather undesirable adventure。 M。 Moriaz did not dare to risk this adventure。
He walked the whole length of the plateau where he found himself in the hope of discovering some outlet； but the sole outlet he could discover had already been monopolized by a mountain…torrent whose troubled waters noisily precipitated themselves through it to the depths below。 This torrent was much too wide to wade； and to think of leaping over it would have been preposterous。 All retreat being cut off； M。 Moriaz began to regret his audacity。 Seized by a sudden agony of alarm； he began to ask himself if he was not condemned to end his days in this eagle's…nest； he thought with envy of the felicity of the inhabitants of the plains； he cast piteous glances at the implacable wall whose frowning visage seemed to reproach him with his imprudence。 It seemed to him that the human mind never had devised anything more beautiful than a great highway； and it would have taken little to make him exclaim with Panurge； 〃Oh； thriceay； quadruplyhappy those who plant cabbages！〃
Although there seemed small chance of his being heard in this solitude； he called aloud several times； he had great difficulty in raising his voice above the noise of the cataract。 Suddenly he believed that he heard below him a distant voice replying to his call。 He redoubled his cries； and it seemed to him that the voice drew nearer； and soon he saw emerging from the thicket bordering the opposite bank of the torrent a pale face with chestnut beard； which he remembered having beheld in the cathedral at Chur； and to have seen again at Bergun。
〃You are a prisoner； monsieur；〃 was the salutation of Count Larinski； for； of course； the newcomer was none other than he。 〃One moment's patience； and I am with you。〃 And his face beamed with joy。 He had him at last； this precious game which has caused him so many steps。
He turned away； bounding from rock to rock with the agility of a chamois。 In about twenty minutes he reappeared； bearing on his shoulder a long plank which he had detached from the inclosure of a piece of pasture…land。 He threw it across the torrent； secured it as well as he could； crossed this improm
