the magic skin(驴皮记)-第43章
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Accustomed as they were to their life； many of the girls thought of
other days and other wakings； pure and innocent days when they looked
out and saw the roses and honeysuckle about the casement； and the
fresh countryside without enraptured by the glad music of the skylark；
while earth lay in mists； lighted by the dawn； and in all the
glittering radiance of dew。 Others imagined the family breakfast； the
father and children round the table； the innocent laughter； the
unspeakable charm that pervaded it all； the simple hearts and their
meal as simple。
An artist mused upon his quiet studio； on his statue in its severe
beauty； and the graceful model who was waiting for him。 A young man
recollected a lawsuit on which the fortunes of a family hung； and an
important transaction that needed his presence。 The scholar regretted
his study and that noble work that called for him。 Emile appeared just
then as smiling； blooming； and fresh as the smartest assistant in a
fashionable shop。
〃You are all as ugly as bailiffs。 You won't be fit for anything
to…day； so this day is lost； and I vote for breakfast。〃
At this Taillefer went out to give some orders。 The women went
languidly up to the mirrors to set their toilettes in order。 Each one
shook herself。 The wilder sort lectured the steadier ones。 The
courtesans made fun of those who looked unable to continue the
boisterous festivity； but these wan forms revived all at once； stood
in groups； and talked and smiled。 Some servants quickly and adroitly
set the furniture and everything else in its place； and a magnificent
breakfast was got ready。
The guests hurried into the dining…room。 Everything there bore
indelible marks of yesterday's excess； it is true； but there were at
any rate some traces of ordinary； rational existence； such traces as
may be found in a sick man's dying struggles。 And so the revelry was
laid away and buried； like carnival of a Shrove Tuesday； by masks
wearied out with dancing； drunk with drunkenness； and quite ready to
be persuaded of the pleasures of lassitude； lest they should be forced
to admit their exhaustion。
As soon as these bold spirits surrounded the capitalist's breakfast…
table； Cardot appeared。 He had left the rest to make a night of it
after the dinner； and finished the evening after his own fashion in
the retirement of domestic life。 Just now a sweet smile wandered over
his features。 He seemed to have a presentiment that there would be
some inheritance to sample and divide； involving inventories and
engrossing； an inheritance rich in fees and deeds to draw up； and
something as juicy as the trembling fillet of beef in which their host
had just plunged his knife。
〃Oh； ho！ we are to have breakfast in the presence of a notary；〃 cried
Cursy。
〃You have come here just at the right time；〃 said the banker；
indicating the breakfast； 〃you can jot down the numbers； and initial
off all the dishes。〃
〃There is no will to make here； but contracts of marriage there may
be； perhaps；〃 said the scholar； who had made a satisfactory
arrangement for the first time in twelve months。
〃Oh！ Oh！〃
〃Ah！ Ah！〃
〃One moment；〃 cried Cardot； fairly deafened by a chorus of wretched
jokes。 〃I came here on serious business。 I am bringing six millions
for one of you。〃 （Dead silence。） 〃Monsieur；〃 he went on； turning to
Raphael； who at the moment was unceremoniously wiping his eyes on a
corner of the table…napkin； 〃was not your mother a Mlle。 O'Flaharty？〃
〃Yes；〃 said Raphael mechanically enough； 〃Barbara Marie。〃
〃Have you your certificate of birth about you；〃 Cardot went on； 〃and
Mme。 de Valentin's as well？〃
〃I believe so。〃
〃Very well then； monsieur； you are the sole heir of Major O'Flaharty；
who died in August 1828 at Calcutta。〃
〃An incalcuttable fortune；〃 said the critic。
〃The Major having bequeathed several amounts to public institutions in
his will； the French Government sent in a claim for the remainder to
the East India Company；〃 the notary continued。 〃The estate is clear
and ready to be transferred at this moment。 I have been looking in
vain for the heirs and assigns of Mlle。 Barbara Marie O'Flaharty for a
fortnight past； when yesterday at dinner〃
Just then Raphael suddenly staggered to his feet； he looked like a man
who has just received a blow。 Acclamation took the form of silence；
for stifled envy had been the first feeling in every breast； and all
eyes devoured him like flames。 Then a murmur rose； and grew like the
voice of a discontented audience； or the first mutterings of a riot；
as everybody made some comment on this news of great wealth brought by
the notary。
This abrupt subservience of fate brought Raphael thoroughly to his
senses。 He immediately spread out the table…napkin with which he had
lately taken the measure of the piece of shagreen。 He heeded nothing
as he laid the talisman upon it； and shuddered involuntarily at the
sight of a slight difference between the present size of the skin and
the outline traced upon the linen。
〃Why； what is the matter with him？' Taillefer cried。 〃He comes by his
fortune very cheaply。〃
〃Soutiens…le Chatillon！〃 said Bixiou to Emile。 〃The joy will kill
him。〃
A ghastly white hue overspread every line of the wan features of the
heir…at…law。 His face was drawn； every outline grew haggard； the
hollows in his livid countenance grew deeper； and his eyes were fixed
and staring。 He was facing Death。
The opulent banker； surrounded by faded women； and faces with satiety
written on them； the enjoyment that had reached the pitch of agony；
was a living illustration of his own life。
Raphael looked thrice at the talisman； which lay passively within the
merciless outlines on the table…napkin； he tried not to believe it；
but his incredulity vanished utterly before the light of an inner
presentiment。 The whole world was his； he could have all things； but
the will to possess them was utterly extinct。 Like a traveler in the
midst of the desert； with but a little water left to quench his
thirst； he must measure his life by the draughts he took of it。 He saw
what every desire of his must cost him in the days of his life。 He
believed in the powers of the Magic Skin at last； he listened to every
breath he drew； he felt ill already； he asked himself：
〃Am I not consumptive？ Did not my mother die of a lung complaint？〃
〃Aha； Raphael！ what fun you will have！ What will you give me？〃 asked
Aquilina。
〃Here's to the death of his uncle； Major O'Flaharty！ There is a man
for you。〃
〃He will be a peer of France。〃
〃Pooh！ what is a peer of France since July？〃 said the amateur critic。
〃Are you going to take a box at the Bouffons？〃
〃You are going to treat us all； I hope？〃 put in Bixiou。
〃A man of his sort will be sure to do things in style；〃 said Emile。
The hurrah set up by the jovial assembly rang in Valentin's ears； but
he could not grasp the sense of a single word。 Vague thoughts crossed
him of the Breton peasant's life of mechanical labor； without a wish
of any kind； he pictured him burdened with a family； tilling the soil；
living on buckwheat meal； drinking cider out of a pitcher； believing
in the Virgin and the King； taking the sacrament at Easter； dancing of
a Sunday on the green sward； and understanding never a word of the
rector's sermon。 The actual scene that lay before him； the gilded
furniture； the courtesans； the feast itself； and the surrounding
splendors； seemed to catch him by the throat and made him cough。
〃Do you wish for some asparagus？〃 the banker cried。
〃I WISH FOR NOTHING！〃 thundered Raphael。
〃Bravo！〃 Taillefer exclaimed； 〃you understand your position； a fortune
confers the privilege of being impertinent。 You are one of us。
Gentlemen； let us drink to the might of gold！ M。 Valentin here； six
times a millionaire； has become a power。 He is a king； like all the
rich； everything is at his disposal； everything lies under his feet。
From this time forth the axiom that 'all Frenchmen are alike in the
eyes of the law；' is for him a fib at the head of the Constitutional
Charter。 He is not going to obey the lawthe law is going to obey
him。 There are neither scaffolds nor executioners for
