lay morals-第51章
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ough a little tumbled by his passage in the wind。 It was to be judged he had come from the same formal gathering at which the others had preceded him； and perhaps that he had gone there in the hope to meet with them； for he came up to Ballantrae with unceremonious eagerness。
'At last； here you are！' he cried in French。 'I thought I was to miss you altogether。'
The Scotsmen rose； and Ballantrae； after the first greetings； laid his hand on his companion's shoulder。
'My lord；' said he； 'allow me to present to you one of my best friends and one of our best soldiers； the Lord Viscount Gladsmuir。'
The two bowed with the elaborate elegance of the period。
'MONSEIGNEUR；' said Balmile； 'JE N'AI PAS LA PRETENTION DE M'AFFUBLER D'UN TITRE QUE LA MAUVAISE FORTUNE DE MON ROI NE ME PERMET PAS DE PORTER COMMA IL SIED。 JE M'APPELLE； POUR VOUS SERVIR； BLAIR DE BALMILE TOUT COURT。' ＇My lord； I have not the effrontery to cumber myself with a title which the ill fortunes of my king will not suffer me to bear the way it should be。 I call myself； at your service； plain Blair of Balmile。＇
'MONSIEUR LE VICOMTE OU MONSIEUR BLER' DE BALMAIL；' replied the newcomer； 'LE NOM N'Y FAIT RIEN； ET L'ON CONNAIT VOS BEAUX FAITS。' ＇The name matters nothing； your gallant actions are known。＇
A few more ceremonies； and these three； sitting down together to the table； called for wine。 It was the happiness of Marie…Madeleine to wait unobserved upon the prince of her desires。 She poured the wine； he drank of it； and that link between them seemed to her； for the moment； close as a caress。 Though they lowered their tones； she surprised great names passing in their conversation； names of kings； the names of de Gesvre and Belle…Isle； and the man who dealt in these high matters； and she who was now coupled with him in her own thoughts； seemed to swim in mid air in a transfiguration。 Love is a crude core； but it has singular and far…reaching fringes； in that passionate attraction for the stranger that now swayed and mastered her； his harsh incomprehensible language； and these names of grandees in his talk； were each an element。
The Frenchman stayed not long； but it was plain he left behind him matter of much interest to his companions； they spoke together earnestly； their heads down； the woman of the wine…shop totally forgotten； and they were still so occupied when Paradou returned。
This man's love was unsleeping。 The even bluster of the mistral； with which he had been combating some hours； had not suspended； though it had embittered； that predominant passion。 His first look was for his wife； a look of hope and suspicion； menace and humility and love； that made the over… blooming brute appear for the moment almost beautiful。 She returned his glance； at first as though she knew him not； then with a swiftly waxing coldness of intent； and at last； without changing their direction； she had closed her eyes。
There passed across her mind during that period much that Paradou could not have understood had it been told to him in words： chiefly the sense of an enlightening contrast betwixt the man who talked of kings and the man who kept a wine…shop； betwixt the love she yearned for and that to which she had been long exposed like a victim bound upon the altar。 There swelled upon her； swifter than the Rhone； a tide of abhorrence and disgust。 She had succumbed to the monster； humbling herself below animals； and now she loved a hero； aspiring to the semi…divine。 It was in the pang of that humiliating thought that she had closed her eyes。
Paradou … quick as beasts are quick； to translate silence … felt the insult through his blood； his inarticulate soul bellowed within him for revenge。 He glanced about the shop。 He saw the two indifferent gentlemen deep in talk； and passed them over： his fancy flying not so high。 There was but one other present； a country lout who stood swallowing his wine； equally unobserved by all and unobserving … to him he dealt a glance of murderous suspicion； and turned direct upon his wife。 The wine…shop had lain hitherto； a space of shelter； the scene of a few ceremonial passages and some whispered conversation； in the howling river of the wind； the clock had not yet ticked a score of times since Paradou's appearance； and now； as he suddenly gave tongue； it seemed as though the mistral had entered at his heels。
'What ails you； woman？' he cried； smiting on the counter。
'Nothing ails me；' she replied。 It was strange； but she spoke and stood at that moment like a lady of degree； drawn upward by her aspirations。
'You speak to me； by God； as though you scorned me！' cried the husband。
The man's passion was always formidable； she had often looked on upon its violence with a thrill； it had been one ingredient in her fascination； and she was now surprised to behold him； as from afar off； gesticulating but impotent。 His fury might be dangerous like a torrent or a gust of wind； but it was inhuman； it might be feared or braved； it should never be respected。 And with that there came in her a sudden glow of courage and that readiness to die which attends so closely upon all strong passions。
'I do scorn you；' she said。
'What is that？' he cried。
'I scorn you；' she repeated； smiling。
'You love another man！' said he。
'With all my soul；' was her reply。
The wine…seller roared aloud so that the house rang and shook with it。
'Is this the … ？' he cried； using a foul word； common in the South； and he seized the young countryman and dashed him to the ground。 There he lay for the least interval of time insensible； thence fled from the house； the most terrified person in the county。 The heavy measure had escaped from his hands； splashing the wine high upon the wall。 Paradou caught it。 'And you？' he roared to his wife； giving her the same name in the feminine； and he aimed at her the deadly missile。 She expected it； motionless； with radiant eyes。
But before it sped； Paradou was met by another adversary； and the unconscious rivals stood confronted。 It was hard to say at that moment which appeared the more formidable。 In Paradou； the whole muddy and truculent depths of the half…man were stirred to frenzy； the lust of destruction raged in him； there was not a feature in his face but it talked murder。 Balmile had dropped his cloak： he shone out at once in his finery； and stood to his full stature； girt in mind and body all his resources； all his temper； perfectly in command in his face the light of battle。 Neither spoke； there was no blow nor threat of one； it was war reduced to its last element； the spiritual； and the huge wine…seller slowly lowered his weapon。 Balmile was a noble； he a commoner； Balmile exulted in an honourable cause。 Paradou already perhaps began to be ashamed of his violence。 Of a sudden； at least； the tortured brute turned and fled from the shop in the footsteps of his former victim； to whose continued flight his reappearance added wings。
So soon as Balmile appeared between her husband and herself； Marie…Madeleine transferred to him her eyes。 It might be her last moment； and she fed upon that face； reading there inimitable courage and illimitable valour to protect。 And when the momentary peril was gone by； and the champion turned a little awkwardly towards her whom he had rescued； it was to meet； and quail before； a gaze of admiration more distinct than words。 He bowed； he stammered； his words failed him； he who had crossed the floor a moment ago； like a young god； to smite； returned like one discomfited； got somehow to his place by the table； muffled himself again in his discarded cloak； and for a last touch of the ridiculous； seeking for anything to restore his countenance； drank of the wine before him； deep as a porter after a heavy lift。 It was little wonder if Ballantrae； reading the scene with malevolent eyes； laughed out loud and brief； and drank with raised glass； 'To the champion of the Fair。'
Marie…Madeleine stood in her old place within the counter； she disdained the mocking laughter； it fell on her ears； but it did not reach her spirit。 F
