the lily of the valley(幽谷百合)-第44章

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She　stooped　to　that　discolored　brow；　wiped　the　perspiration　from　it
and　laid　a　kiss　there　solemnly；　but　I　saw；　not　without　joy；　that　she
did　it　as　an　expiation。

〃Blanche；　I　am　thirsty；〃　said　the　count　in　a　feeble　voice。

〃You　see　he　knows　me；〃　she　said　giving　him　to　drink。

Her　accent；　her　affectionate　manner　to　him　seemed　to　me　to　take　the
feelings　that　bound　us　together　and　immolate　them　to　the　sick　man。

〃Henriette；〃　I　said；　〃go　and　rest；　I　entreat　you。〃

〃No　more　Henriette；〃　she　said；　interrupting　me　with　imperious　haste。

〃Go　to　bed　if　you　would　not　be　ill。　Your　children；　HE　HIMSELF　would
order　you　to　be　careful；　it　is　a　case　where　selfishness　becomes　a
virtue。〃

〃Yes；〃　she　said。

She　went　away；　recommending　her　husband　to　my　care　by　a　gesture　which
would　have　seemed　like　approaching　delirium　if　childlike　grace　had　not
been　mingled　with　the　supplicating　forces　of　repentance。　But　the　scene
was　terrible；　judged　by　the　habitual　state　of　that　pure　soul；　it
alarmed　me；　I　feared　the　exaltation　of　her　conscience。　When　the　doctor
came　again；　I　revealed　to　him　the　nature　of　my　pure　Henriette's　self…
reproach。　This　confidence；　made　discreetly；　removed　Monsieur　Origet's
suspicions；　and　enabled　him　to　quiet　the　distress　of　that　noble　soul
by　telling　her　that　in　any　case　the　count　had　to　pass　through　this
crisis；　and　that　as　for　the　nut…tree；　his　remaining　there　had　done
more　good　than　harm　by　developing　the　disease。

For　fifty…two　days　the　count　hovered　between　life　and　death。　Henriette
and　I　each　watched　twenty…six　nights。　Undoubtedly；　Monsieur　de
Mortsauf　owed　his　life　to　our　nursing　and　to　the　careful　exactitude
with　which　we　carried　out　the　orders　of　Monsieur　Origet。　Like　all
philosophical　physicians；　whose　sagacious　observation　of　what　passes
before　them　justifies　many　a　doubt　of　noble　actions　when　they　are　only
the　accomplishment　of　a　duty；　this　man；　while　assisting　the　countess
and　me　in　our　rivalry　of　devotion；　could　not　help　watching　us；　with
scrutinizing　glances；　so　afraid　was　he　of　being　deceived　in　his
admiration。

〃In　diseases　of　this　nature；〃　he　said　to　me　at　his　third　visit；　〃death
has　a　powerful　auxiliary　in　the　moral　nature　when　that　is　seriously
disturbed；　as　it　is　in　this　case。　The　doctor；　the　family；　the　nurses
hold　the　patient's　life　in　their　hands；　sometimes　a　single　word；　a
fear　expressed　by　a　gesture；　has　the　effect　of　poison。〃

As　he　spoke　Origet　studied　my　face　and　expression；　but　he　saw　in　my
eyes　the　clear　look　of　an　honest　soul。　In　fact　during　the　whole　course
of　this　distressing　illness　there　never　passed　through　my　mind　a
single　one　of　the　involuntary　evil　thoughts　which　do　sometimes　sear
the　consciences　of　the　innocent。　To　those　who　study　nature　in　its
grandeur　as　a　whole　all　tends　to　unity　through　assimilation。　The　moral
world　must　undoubtedly　be　ruled　by　an　analogous　principle。　In　an　pure
sphere　all　is　pure。　The　atmosphere　of　heaven　was　around　my　Henriette；
it　seemed　as　though　an　evil　desire　must　forever　part　me　from　her。　Thus
she　not　only　stood　for　happiness；　but　for　virtue；　she　WAS　virtue。
Finding　us　always　equally　careful　and　attentive；　the　doctor's　words
and　manners　took　a　tone　of　respect　and　even　pity；　he　seemed　to　say　to
himself；　〃Here　are　the　real　sufferers；　they　hide　their　ills；　and
forget　them。〃　By　a　fortunate　change；　which；　according　to　our　excellent
doctor；　is　common　enough　in　men　who　are　completely　shattered；　Monsieur
de　Mortsauf　was　patient；　obedient；　complained　little；　and　showed
surprising　docility；he；　who　when　well　never　did　the　simplest　thing
without　discussion。　The　secret　of　this　submission　to　medical　care；
which　he　formerly　so　derided；　was　an　innate　dread　of　death；　another
contradiction　in　a　man　of　tried　courage。　This　dread　may　perhaps
explain　several　other　peculiarities　in　the　character　which　the　cruel
years　of　exile　had　developed。

Shall　I　admit　to　you；　Natalie；　and　will　you　believe　me？　these　fifty
days　and　the　month　that　followed　them　were　the　happiest　moments　of　my
life。　Love；　in　the　celestial　spaces　of　the　soul　is　like　a　noble　river
flowing　through　a　valley；　the　rains；　the　brooks；　the　torrents　hie　to
it；　the　trees　fall　upon　its　surface；　so　do　the　flowers；　the　gravel　of
its　shores；　the　rocks　of　the　summits；　storms　and　the　loitering　tribute
of　the　crystal　streams　alike　increase　it。　Yes；　when　love　comes　all
comes　to　love！

The　first　great　danger　over；　the　countess　and　I　grew　accustomed　to
illness。　In　spite　of　the　confusion　which　the　care　of　the　sick　entails；
the　count's　room；　once　so　untidy；　was　now　clean　and　inviting。　Soon　we
were　like　two　beings　flung　upon　a　desert　island；　for　not　only　do
anxieties　isolate；　but　they　brush　aside　as　petty　the　conventions　of
the　world。　The　welfare　of　the　sick　man　obliged　us　to　have　points　of
contact　which　no　other　circumstances　would　have　authorized。　Many　a
time　our　hands；　shy　or　timid　formerly；　met　in　some　service　that　we
rendered　to　the　countwas　I　not　there　to　sustain　and　help　my
Henriette？　Absorbed　in　a　duty　comparable　to　that　of　a　soldier　at　the
pickets；　she　forgot　to　eat；　then　I　served　her；　sometimes　on　her　lap；　a
hasty　meal　which　necessitated　a　thousand　little　attentions。　We　were
like　children　at　a　grave。　She　would　order　me　sharply　to　prepare
whatever　might　ease　the　sick　man's　suffering；　she　employed　me　in　a
hundred　petty　ways。　During　the　time　when　actual　danger　obscured；　as　it
does　during　the　battle；　the　subtile　distinctions　which　characterize
the　facts　of　ordinary　life；　she　necessarily　laid　aside　the　reserve
which　all　women；　even　the　most　unconventional；　preserve　in　their　looks
and　words　and　actions　before　the　world　or　their　own　family。　At　the
first　chirping　of　the　birds　she　would　come　to　relieve　my　watch；
wearing　a　morning　garment　which　revealed　to　me　once　more　the　dazzling
treasures　that　in　my　folly　I　had　treated　as　my　own。　Always　dignified；
nay　imposing；　she　could　still　be　familiar。

Thus　it　came　to　pass　that　we　found　ourselves　unconsciously　intimate；
half…married　as　it　were。　She　showed　herself　nobly　confiding；　as　sure
of　me　as　she　was　of　herself。　I　was　thus　taken　deeper　and　deeper　into
her　heart。　The　countess　became　once　more　my　Henriette；　Henriette
constrained　to　love　with　increasing　strength　the　friend　who　endeavored
to　be　her　second　soul。　Her　hand　unresistingly　met　mine　at　the　least
solicitation；　my　eyes　were　permitted　to　follow　with　delight　the　lines
of　her　beauty　during　the　long　hours　when　we　listened　to　the　count's
breathing；　without　driving　her　from　their　sight。　The　meagre　pleasures
which　we　allowed　ourselvessympathizing　looks；　words　spoken　in
whispers　not　to　wake　the　count；　hopes　and　fears　repeated　and　again
repeated；　in　short；　the　thousand　incidents　of　the　fusion　of　two　hearts
long　separatedstand　out　in　bright　array　upon　the　sombre　background
of　the　actual　scene。　Our　souls　knew　each　other　to　their　depths　under
this　test；　which　many　a　warm　affection　is　unable　to　bear；　finding　life
too　heavy　or　too　flimsy　in　the　close　bonds　of　hourly　intercourse。

You　know　what　disturbance　follows　the　illness　of　a　master；　how　the
affairs　of　life　seem　to　come　to　a　standstill。　Though　the　real　care　of
the　family　and　estate　fell　upon　Madame　de　Mortsauf；　the　count　was
useful　in　his　way；　he　talked　with　the　farmers；　transacted　business
with　his　bailiff；　and　received　the　rents；　if　she　was　the　soul；　he　was
the　body。　I　now　made　myself　her　steward　so　that　she　could　nurse　the
count　without　neglecting　the　property。　She　accepted　this　as　a　matter
of　course；　in　fact　without　thanking　me。　It　was　another　sweet　communion
to　share　her　family　cares；　to　transmit　her　orders。　In　the　evenings　we
often　met　in　her　room　to　discuss　these　interests　and　those　of　her
children。　Such　conversations　gave　one　semblance　the　more　to　our
transitory　marriage。　With　what　delight　she　encouraged　me　to　take　a
husband's　place；　giving　me　his　seat　at　table；　sending　me　to　talk　with
the　bailiff；all　in　perfect　innocence；　yet　not　without　that　inward
pleasure　the　most　virtuous　woman　in　the　world　will　feel　when　she　finds
a　course　where　strict　obedience　to　duty　and　the　satisfaction　of　her
wishes　are　combined。

Nullified；　as　it　were；　by　illness；　the　count　no　longer　opp