the chouans-第69章
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ray background； the sun gave a dull tone as of tarnished silver to the sky； its rays colored the bare branches of the trees； where a few last leaves were fluttering； with a dingy red。 But too many dear and delightful sentiments filled Marie's soul to let her notice the ill…omens of a scene so out of harmony with the joys she was tasting in advance。 For the last two days her ideas had undergone a change。 The fierce； undisciplined vehemence of her passions had yielded under the influence of the equable atmosphere which a true love gives to life。 The certainty of being loved； sought through so many perils； had given birth to a desire to re…enter those social conditions which sanction love； and which despair alone had made her leave。 To love for a moment only now seemed to her a species of weakness。 She saw herself lifted from the dregs of society； where misfortune had driven her； to the high rank in which her father had meant to place her。 Her vanity； repressed for a time by the cruel alternations of hope and misconception； was awakened and showed her all the benefits of a great position。 Born in a certain way to rank； marriage to a marquis meant； to her mind； living and acting in the sphere that belonged to her。 Having known the chances and changes of an adventurous life； she could appreciate； better than other women； the grandeur of the feelings which make the Family。 Marriage and motherhood with all their cares seemed to her less a task than a rest。 She loved the calm and virtuous life she saw through the clouds of this last storm as a woman weary of virtue may sometimes covet an illicit passion。 Virtue was to her a new seduction。
〃Perhaps；〃 she thought； leaving the window without seeing the signal on the rocks of Saint…Sulpice； 〃I have been too coquettish with him but I knew he loved me！ Francine； it is not a dream； to…night I shall be Marquise de Montauran。 What have I done to deserve such perfect happiness？ Oh！ I love him； and love alone is love's reward。 And yet； I think God means to recompense me for taking heart through all my misery； he means me to forget my sufferingsfor you know； Francine； I have suffered。〃
〃To…night； Marquise de Montauran； you； Marie？ Ah！ until it is done I cannot believe it！ Who has told him your true goodness？〃
〃Dear child！ he has more than his handsome eyes to see me with； he has a soul。 If you had seen him； as I have； in danger！ Oh！ he knows how to lovehe is so brave！〃
〃If you really love him why do you let him come to Fougeres？〃
〃We had no time to say one word to each other when the Blues surprised us。 Besides； his coming is a proof of love。 Can I ever have proofs enough？ And now； Francine； do my hair。〃
But she pulled it down a score of times with motions that seemed electric； as though some stormy thoughts were mingling still with the arts of her coquetry。 As she rolled a curl or smoothed the shining plaits she asked herself； with a remnant of distrust； whether the marquis were deceiving her； but treachery seemed to her impossible； for did he not expose himself to instant vengeance by entering Fougeres？ While studying in her mirror the effects of a sidelong glance； a smile； a gentle frown； an attitude of anger； or of love； or disdain； she was seeking some woman's wile by which to probe to the last instant the heart of the young leader。
〃You are right； Francine；〃 she said； 〃I wish with you that the marriage were over。 This is the last of my cloudy daysit is big with death or happiness。 Oh！ that fog is dreadful；〃 she went on； again looking towards the heights of Saint…Sulpice； which were still veiled in mist。
She began to arrange the silk and muslin curtains which draped the window； making them intercept the light and produce in the room a voluptuous chiaro…scuro。
〃Francine；〃 she said； 〃take away those knick…knacks on the mantelpiece； leave only the clock and the two Dresden vases。 I'll fill those vases myself with the flowers Corentin brought me。 Take out the chairs； I want only this sofa and a fauteuil。 Then sweep the carpet； so as to bring out the colors； and put wax candles in the sconces and on the mantel。〃
Marie looked long and carefully at the old tapestry on the walls。 Guided by her innate taste she found among the brilliant tints of these hangings the shades by which to connect their antique beauty with the furniture and accessories of the boudoir； either by the harmony of color or the charm of contrast。 The same thought guided the arrangement of the flowers with which she filled the twisted vases which decorated her chamber。 The sofa was placed beside the fire。 On either side of the bed； which filled the space parallel to that of the chimney； she placed on gilded tables tall Dresden vases filled with foliage and flowers that were sweetly fragrant。 She quivered more than once as she arranged the folds of the green damask above the bed； and studied the fall of the drapery which concealed it。 Such preparations have a secret； ineffable happiness about them； they cause so many delightful emotions that a woman as she makes them forgets her doubts； and Mademoiselle de Verneuil forgot hers。 There is in truth a religious sentiment in the multiplicity of cares taken for one beloved who is not there to see them and reward them； but who will reward them later with the approving smile these tender preparations （always so fully understood） obtain。 Women； as they make them； love in advance； and there are few indeed who would not say to themselves； as Mademoiselle de Verneuil now thought： 〃To…night I shall be happy！〃 That soft hope lies in every fold of silk or muslin； insensibly； the harmony the woman makes about her gives an atmosphere of love in which she breathes； to her these things are beings； witnesses； she has made them the sharers of her coming joy。 Every movement； every thought brings that joy within her grasp。 But presently she expects no longer； she hopes no more； she questions silence； the slightest sound is to her an omen； doubt hooks its claws once more into her heart； she burns； she trembles； she is grasped by a thought which holds her like a physical force； she alternates from triumph to agony； and without the hope of coming happiness she could not endure the torture。 A score of times did Mademoiselle de Verneuil raise the window…curtain； hoping to see the smoke rising above the rocks； but the fog only took a grayer tone； which her excited imagination turned into a warning。 At last she let fall the curtain； impatiently resolving not to raise it again。 She looked gloomily around the charming room to which she had given a soul and a voice； asking herself if it were done in vain； and this thought brought her back to her preparations。
〃Francine；〃 she said； drawing her into a little dressing…room which adjoined her chamber and was lighted through a small round window opening on a dark corner of the fortifications where they joined the rock terrace of the Promenade； 〃put everything in order。 As for the salon； you can leave that as it is；〃 she added； with a smile which women reserve for their nearest friends； the delicate sentiment of which men seldom understand。
〃Ah！ how sweet you are！〃 exclaimed the little maid。
〃A lover is our beautyfoolish women that we are！〃 she replied gaily。
Francine left her lying on the ottoman and went away convinced that； whether her mistress were loved or not； she would never betray Montauran。
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〃Are you sure of what you are telling me； old woman？〃 Hulot was saying to Barbette； who had sought him out as soon as she had reached Fougeres。
〃Have you got eyes？ Look at the rocks of Saint…Sulpice； there； my good man； to the right of Saint…Leonard。〃
Corentin； who was with Hulot； looked towards the summit in the direction pointed out by Barbette； and； as the fog was beginning to lift； he could see with some distinctness the column of white smoke the woman told of。
〃But when is he coming； old woman？to…night； or this evening？〃
〃My good man；〃 said Barbette； 〃I don't know。〃
〃Why do you betray your own side？〃 said Hulot； quickly； having drawn her out of hearing of Corentin。
〃Ah！ general； see my boy's footthat's washed in the blood of my man； whom the Chouans have killed like a calf； to punish him for the few words y
