lay morals-第50章
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as an apathetic fascination； partly of horror； as of Europa in mid ocean with her bull。
On the 10th November 1749 there sat two of the foreign gentlemen in the wine…seller's shop。 They were both handsome men of a good presence； richly dressed。 The first was swarthy and long and lean； with an alert； black look； and a mole upon his cheek。 The other was more fair。 He seemed very easy and sedate； and a little melancholy for so young a man； but his smile was charming。 In his grey eyes there was much abstraction； as of one recalling fondly that which was past and lost。 Yet there was strength and swiftness in his limbs； and his mouth set straight across his face； the under lip a thought upon side； like that of a man accustomed to resolve。 These two talked together in a rude outlandish speech that no frequenter of that wine…shop understood。 The swarthy man answered to the name of BALLANTRAE； he of the dreamy eyes was sometimes called BALMILE； and sometimes MY LORD； or MY LORD GLADSMUIR； but when the title was given him； he seemed to put it by as if in jesting； not without bitterness。
The mistral blew in the city。 The first day of that wind； they say in the countries where its voice is heard； it blows away all the dust； the second all the stones； and the third it blows back others from the mountains。 It was now come to the third day； outside the pebbles flew like hail； and the face of the river was puckered； and the very building…stones in the walls of houses seemed to be curdled with the savage cold and fury of that continuous blast。 It could be heard to hoot in all the chimneys of the city； it swept about the wine…shop； filling the room with eddies； the chill and gritty touch of it passed between the nearest clothes and the bare flesh； and the two gentlemen at the far table kept their mantles loose about their shoulders。 The roughness of these outer hulls； for they were plain travellers' cloaks that had seen service； set the greater mark of richness on what showed below of their laced clothes； for the one was in scarlet and the other in violet and white； like men come from a scene of ceremony； as indeed they were。
It chanced that these fine clothes were not without their influence on the scene which followed； and which makes the prologue of our tale。 For a long time Balmile was in the habit to come to the wine…shop and eat a meal or drink a measure of wine； sometimes with a comrade； more often alone； when he would sit and dream and drum upon the table； and the thoughts would show in the man's face in little glooms and lightenings； like the sun and the clouds upon a water。 For a long time Marie…Madeleine had observed him apart。 His sadness； the beauty of his smile when by any chance he remembered her existence and addressed her； the changes of his mind signalled forth by an abstruse play of feature； the mere fact that he was foreign and a thing detached from the local and the accustomed； insensibly attracted and affected her。 Kindness was ready in her mind； it but lacked the touch of an occasion to effervesce and crystallise。 Now Balmile had come hitherto in a very poor plain habit； and this day of the mistral； when his mantle was just open； and she saw beneath it the glancing of the violet and the velvet and the silver； and the clustering fineness of the lace； it seemed to set the man in a new light； with which he shone resplendent to her fancy。
The high inhuman note of the wind； the violence and continuity of its outpouring； and the fierce touch of it upon man's whole periphery； accelerated the functions of the mind。 It set thoughts whirling； as it whirled the trees of the forest； it stirred them up in flights； as it stirred up the dust in chambers。 As brief as sparks； the fancies glittered and succeeded each other in the mind of Marie…Madeleine； and the grave man with the smile； and the bright clothes under the plain mantle； haunted her with incongruous explanations。 She considered him； the unknown； the speaker of an unknown tongue； the hero （as she placed him） of an unknown romance； the dweller upon unknown memories。 She recalled him sitting there alone； so immersed； so stupefied； yet she was sure he was not stupid。 She recalled one day when he had remained a long time motionless； with parted lips； like one in the act of starting up； his eyes fixed on vacancy。 Any one else must have looked foolish； but not he。 She tried to conceive what manner of memory had thus entranced him； she forged for him a past； she showed him to herself in every light of heroism and greatness and misfortune； she brooded with petulant intensity on all she knew and guessed of him。 Yet； though she was already gone so deep； she was still unashamed； still unalarmed； her thoughts were still disinterested； she had still to reach the stage at which … beside the image of that other whom we love to contemplate and to adorn … we place the image of ourself and behold them together with delight。
She stood within the counter； her hands clasped behind her back； her shoulders pressed against the wall； her feet braced out。 Her face was bright with the wind and her own thoughts； as a fire in a similar day of tempest glows and brightens on a hearth； so she seemed to glow； standing there； and to breathe out energy。 It was the first time Ballantrae had visited that wine…seller's； the first time he had seen the wife； and his eyes were true to her。
'I perceive your reason for carrying me to this very draughty tavern；' he said at last。
'I believe it is propinquity；' returned Balmile。
'You play dark；' said Ballantrae； 'but have a care！ Be more frank with me； or I will cut you out。 I go through no form of qualifying my threat； which would be commonplace and not conscientious。 There is only one point in these campaigns： that is the degree of admiration offered by the man； and to our hostess I am in a posture to make victorious love。'
'If you think you have the time； or the game worth the candle；' replied the other with a shrug。
'One would suppose you were never at the pains to observe her；' said Ballantrae。
'I am not very observant；' said Balmile。 'She seems comely。'
'You very dear and dull dog！' cried Ballantrae； 'chastity is the most besotting of the virtues。 Why； she has a look in her face beyond singing！ I believe； if you was to push me hard； I might trace it home to a trifle of a squint。 What matters？ The height of beauty is in the touch that's wrong； that's the modulation in a tune。 'Tis the devil we all love； I owe many a conquest to my mole' … he touched it as he spoke with a smile； and his eyes glittered； … 'we are all hunchbacks； and beauty is only that kind of deformity that I happen to admire。 But come！ Because you are chaste； for which I am sure I pay you my respects； that is no reason why you should be blind。 Look at her； look at the delicious nose of her； look at her cheek； look at her ear； look at her hand and wrist … look at the whole baggage from heels to crown； and tell me if she wouldn't melt on a man's tongue。'
As Ballantrae spoke； half jesting； half enthusiastic； Balmile was constrained to do as he was bidden。 He looked at the woman； admired her excellences； and was at the same time ashamed for himself and his companion。 So it befell that when Marie…Madeleine raised her eyes； she met those of the subject of her contemplations fixed directly on herself with a look that is unmistakable； the look of a person measuring and valuing another … and； to clench the false impression； that his glance was instantly and guiltily withdrawn。 The blood beat back upon her heart and leaped again； her obscure thoughts flashed clear before her； she flew in fancy straight to his arms like a wanton； and fled again on the instant like a nymph。 And at that moment there chanced an interruption； which not only spared her embarrassment； but set the last consecration on her now articulate love。
Into the wine…shop there came a French gentleman； arrayed in the last refinement of the fashion； though a little tumbled by his passage in the wind。 It was to be judged he had come from the same f
