the lily of the valley(幽谷百合)-第46章
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being understood。
The countess wished to return thanks to God for the count's recovery;
she directed a mass to be said; and asked if I would take her to
church。 I did so; but I left her at the door; and went to see Monsieur
and Madame Chessel。 On my return she reproached me。
〃Henriette;〃 I said; 〃I cannot be false。 I will throw myself into the
water to save my enemy from drowning; and give him my coat to keep him
warm; I will forgive him; but I cannot forget the wrong。〃
She was silent; but she pressed my arm。
〃You are an angel; and you were sincere in your thanksgiving;〃 I said;
continuing。 〃The mother of the Prince of the Peace was saved from the
hands of an angry populace who sought to kill her; and when the queen
asked; 'What did you do?' she answered; 'I prayed for them。' Women are
ever thus。 I am a man; and necessarily imperfect。〃
〃Don't calumniate yourself;〃 she said; shaking my arm; 〃perhaps you
are more worthy than I。〃
〃Yes;〃 I replied; 〃for I would give eternity for a day of happiness;
and you〃
〃I!〃 she said haughtily。
I was silent and lowered my eyes to escape the lightning of hers。
〃There is many an I in me;〃 she said。 〃Of which do you speak? Those
children;〃 pointing to Jacques and Madeleine; 〃are oneFelix;〃 she
cried in a heartrending voice; 〃do you think me selfish? Ought I to
sacrifice eternity to reward him who devotes to me his life? The
thought is dreadful; it wounds every sentiment of religion。 Could a
woman so fallen rise again? Would her happiness absolve her? These are
questions you force me to consider。Yes; I betray at last the secret
of my conscience; the thought has traversed my heart; often do I
expiate it by penance; it caused the tears you asked me to account for
yesterday〃
〃Do you not give too great importance to certain things which common
women hold at a high price; and〃
〃Oh!〃 she said; interrupting me; 〃do you hold them at a lower?〃
This logic stopped all argument。
〃Know this;〃 she continued。 〃I might have the baseness to abandon that
poor old man whose life I am; but; my friend; those other feeble
creatures there before us; Madeleine and Jacques; would remain with
their father。 Do you think; I ask you do you think they would be alive
in three months under the insane dominion of that man? If my failure
of duty concerned only myself〃 A noble smile crossed her face。 〃But
shall I kill my children! My God!〃 she exclaimed。 〃Why speak of these
things? Marry; and let me die!〃
She said the words in a tone so bitter; so hollow; that they stifled
the remonstrances of my passion。
〃You uttered cries that day beneath the walnut…tree; I have uttered my
cries here beneath these alders; that is all;〃 I said; 〃I will be
silent henceforth。〃
〃Your generosity shames me;〃 she said; raising her eyes to heaven。
We reached the terrace and found the count sitting in a chair; in the
sun。 The sight of that sunken face; scarcely brightened by a feeble
smile; extinguished the last flames that came from the ashes。 I leaned
against the balustrade and considered the picture of that poor wreck;
between his sickly children and his wife; pale with her vigils; worn
out by extreme fatigue; by the fears; perhaps also by the joys of
these terrible months; but whose cheeks now glowed from the emotions
she had just passed through。 At the sight of that suffering family
beneath the trembling leafage through which the gray light of a cloudy
autumn sky came dimly; I felt within me a rupture of the bonds which
hold the body to the spirit。 There came upon me then that moral spleen
which; they say; the strongest wrestlers know in the crisis of their
combats; a species of cold madness which makes a coward of the bravest
man; a bigot of an unbeliever; and renders those it grasps indifferent
to all things; even to vital sentiments; to honor; to lovefor the
doubt it brings takes from us the knowledge of ourselves and disgusts
us with life itself。 Poor; nervous creatures; whom the very richness
of your organization delivers over to this mysterious; fatal power;
who are your peers and who your judges? Horrified by the thoughts that
rose within me; and demanding; like the wicked man; 〃Where is now thy
God?〃 I could not restrain the tears that rolled down my cheeks。
〃What is it; dear Felix?〃 said Madeleine in her childish voice。
Then Henriette put to flight these dark horrors of the mind by a look
of tender solicitude which shone into my soul like a sunbeam。 Just
then the old huntsman brought me a letter from Tours; at sight of
which I made a sudden cry of surprise; which made Madame de Mortsauf
tremble。 I saw the king's signet and knew it contained my recall。 I
gave her the letter and she read it at a glance。
〃What will become of me?〃 she murmured; beholding her desert sunless。
We fell into a stupor of thought which oppressed us equally; never had
we felt more strongly how necessary we were to one another。 The
countess; even when she spoke indifferently of other things; seemed to
have a new voice; as if the instrument had lost some chords and others
were out of tune。 Her movements were apathetic; her eyes without
light。 I begged her to tell me her thoughts。
〃Have I any?〃 she replied in a dazed way。
She drew me into her chamber; made me sit upon the sofa; took a
package from the drawer of her dressing…table; and knelt before me;
saying: 〃This hair has fallen from my head during the last year; take
it; it is yours; you will some day know how and why。〃
Slowly I bent to meet her brow; and she did not avoid my lips。 I
kissed her sacredly; without unworthy passion; without one impure
impulse; but solemnly; with tenderness。 Was she willing to make the
sacrifice; or did she merely come; as I did once; to the verge of the
precipice? If love were leading her to give herself could she have
worn that calm; that holy look; would she have asked; in that pure
voice of hers; 〃You are not angry with me; are you?〃
I left that evening; she wished to accompany me on the road to
Frapesle; and we stopped under my walnut…tree。 I showed it to her; and
told her how I had first seen her four years earlier from that spot。
〃The valley was so beautiful then!〃 I cried。
〃And now?〃 she said quickly。
〃You are beneath my tree; and the valley is ours!〃
She bowed her head and that was our farewell; she got into her
carriage with Madeleine; and I into mine alone。
On my return to Paris I was absorbed in pressing business which took
all my time and kept me out of society; which for a while forgot me。 I
corresponded with Madame de Mortsauf; and sent her my journal once a
week。 She answered twice a month。 It was a life of solitude yet
teeming; like those sequestered spots; blooming unknown; which I had
sometimes found in the depths of woods when gathering the flowers for
my poems。
Oh; you who love! take these obligations on you; accept these daily
duties; like those the Church imposes upon Christians。 The rigorous
observances of the Roman faith contain a great idea; they plough the
furrow of duty in the soul by the daily repetition of acts which keep
alive the sense of hope and fear。 Sentiments flow clearer in furrowed
channels which purify their stream; they refresh the heart; they
fertilize the life from the abundant treasures of a hidden faith; the
source divine in which the single thought of a single love is
multiplied indefinitely。
My love; an echo of the Middle Ages and of chivalry; was known; I know
not how; possibly the king and the Duc de Lenoncourt had spoken of it。
From that upper sphere the romantic yet simple story of a young man
piously adoring a beautiful woman remote from the world; noble in her
solitude; faithful without support to duty; spread; no doubt quickly;
through the faubourg St。 Germain。 In the salons I was the object of
embarrassing notice; for retired life has advantages which if once
experienced make the burden of a constant social intercourse
insupportable。 Certain minds are painfully affected by violent
contrasts; just as eyes accustomed to soft colors are hurt by glaring
light。 This was my condition then; you may be surprised at it now; but
have patience; the inconsistencies of