the lily of the valley-第71章
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looking back; impassible as her mother had been for one day only; but
more pitiless。 The searching eye of that young girl had discovered;
though tardily; the secrets of her mother's heart; and her hatred to
the man whom she fancied fatal to her mother's life may have been
increased by a sense of her innocent complicity。
All before me was now chaos。 Madeleine hated me; without considering
whether I was the cause or the victim of these misfortunes。 She might
have hated us equally; her mother and me; had we been happy。 Thus it
was that the edifice of my happiness fell in ruins。 I alone knew the
life of that unknown; noble woman。 I alone had entered every region of
her soul; neither mother; father; husband; nor children had ever known
her。Strange truth! I stir this heap of ashes and take pleasure in
spreading them before you; all hearts may find something in them of
their closest experience。 How many families have had their Henriette!
How many noble feelings have left this earth with no historian to
fathom their hearts; to measure the depth and breadth of their
spirits。 Such is human life in all its truth! Often mothers know their
children as little as their children know them。 So it is with
husbands; lovers; brothers。 Did I imagine that one day; beside my
father's coffin; I should contend with my brother Charles; for whose
advancement I had done so much? Good God! how many lessons in the
simplest history。
When Madeleine disappeared into the house; I went away with a broken
heart。 Bidding farewell to my host at Sache; I started for Paris;
following the right bank of the Indre; the one I had taken when I
entered the valley for the first time。 Sadly I drove through the
pretty village of Pont…de…Ruan。 Yet I was rich; political life courted
me; I was not the weary plodder of 1814。 Then my heart was full of
eager desires; now my eyes were full of tears; once my life was all
before me to fill as I could; now I knew it to be a desert。 I was
still young;only twenty…nine;but my heart was withered。 A few
years had sufficed to despoil that landscape of its early glory; and
to disgust me with life。 You can imagine my feelings when; on turning
round; I saw Madeleine on the terrace。
A prey to imperious sadness; I gave no thought to the end of my
journey。 Lady Dudley was far; indeed; from my mind; and I entered the
courtyard of her house without reflection。 The folly once committed; I
was forced to carry it out。 My habits were conjugal in her house; and
I went upstairs thinking of the annoyances of a rupture。 If you have
fully understood the character and manners of Lady Dudley; you can
imagine my discomfiture when her majordomo ushered me; still in my
travelling dress; into a salon where I found her sumptuously dressed
and surrounded by four persons。 Lord Dudley; one of the most
distinguished old statesmen of England; was standing with his back to
the fireplace; stiff; haughty; frigid; with the sarcastic air he
doubtless wore in parliament; he smiled when he heard my name。
Arabella's two children; who were amazingly like de Marsay (a natural
son of the old lord); were near their mother; de Marsay himself was on
the sofa beside her。 As soon as Arabella saw me she assumed a distant
air; and glanced at my travelling cap as if to ask what brought me
there。 She looked me over from head to foot; as though I were some
country gentlemen just presented to her。 As for our intimacy; that
eternal passion; those vows of suicide if I ceased to love her; those
visions of Armida; all had vanished like a dream。 I had never clasped
her hand; I was a stranger; she knew me not。 In spite of the
diplomatic self…possession to which I was gradually being trained; I
was confounded; and all others in my place would have felt the same。
De Marsay smiled at his boots; which he examined with remarkable
interest。 I decided at once upon my course。 From any other woman I
should modestly have accepted my defeat; but; outraged at the glowing
appearance of the heroine who had vowed to die for love; and who had
scoffed at the woman who was really dead; I resolved to meet insolence
with insolence。 She knew very well the misfortunes of Lady Brandon; to
remind her of them was to send a dagger to her heart; though the
weapon might be blunted by the blow。
〃Madame;〃 I said; 〃I am sure you will pardon my unceremonious
entrance; when I tell you that I have just arrived from Touraine; and
that Lady Brandon has given me a message for you which allows of no
delay。 I feared you had already started for Lancashire; but as you are
still in Paris I will await your orders at any hour you may be pleased
to appoint。〃
She bowed; and I left the room。 Since that day I have only met her in
society; where we exchange a friendly bow; and occasionally a sarcasm。
I talk to her of the inconsolable women of Lancashire; she makes
allusion to Frenchwomen who dignify their gastric troubles by calling
them despair。 Thanks to her; I have a mortal enemy in de Marsay; of
whom she is very fond。 In return; I call her the wife of two
generations。
So my disaster was complete; it lacked nothing。 I followed the plan I
had laid out for myself during my retreat at Sache; I plunged into
work and gave myself wholly to science; literature; and politics。 I
entered the diplomatic service on the accession of Charles X。; who
suppressed the employment I held under the late king。 From that moment
I was firmly resolved to pay no further attention to any woman; no
matter how beautiful; witty; or loving she might be。 This
determination succeeded admirably; I obtained a really marvellous
tranquillity of mind; and great powers of work; and I came to
understand how much these women waste our lives; believing; all the
while; that a few gracious words will repay us。
Butall my resolutions came to naught; you know how and why。 Dear
Natalie; in telling you my life; without reserve; without concealment;
precisely as I tell it to myself; in relating to you feelings in which
you have had no share; perhaps I have wounded some corner of your
sensitive and jealous heart。 But that which might anger a common woman
will be to youI feel sure of itan additional reason for loving me。
Noble women have indeed a sublime mission to fulfil to suffering and
sickened hearts;the mission of the sister of charity who stanches
the wound; of the mother who forgives a child。 Artists and poets are
not the only ones who suffer; men who work for their country; for the
future destiny of the nations; enlarging thus the circle of their
passions and their thoughts; often make for themselves a cruel
solitude。 They need a pure; devoted love beside them;believe me;
they understand its grandeur and its worth。
To…morrow I shall know if I have deceived myself in loving you。
Felix。
ANSWER TO THE ENVOI
Madame la Comtesse Natalie de Manerville to Monsieur le Comte
Felix de Vandenesse。
Dear Count;You received a letter from poor Madame de Mortsauf;
which; you say; was of use in guiding you through the world;a
letter to which you owe your distinguished career。 Permit me to
finish your education。
Give up; I beg of you; a really dreadful habit; do not imitate
certain widows who talk of their first husband and throw the
virtues of the deceased in the face of their second。 I am a
Frenchwoman; dear count; I wish to marry the whole of the man I
love; and I really cannot marry Madame de Mortsauf too。 Having
read your tale with all the attention it deserves;and you know
the interest I feel in you;it seems to me that you must have
wearied Lady Dudley with the perfections of Madame de Mortsauf;
and done great harm to the countess by overwhelming her with the
experiences of your English love。 Also you have failed in tact to
me; poor creature without other merit than that of pleasing you;
you have given me to understand that I cannot love as H