an inland voyage-第17章
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We made a very short day of it to La Fere； but the dusk was falling； and a small rain had begun before we stowed the boats。 La Fere is a fortified town in a plain； and has two belts of rampart。 Between the first and the second extends a region of waste land and cultivated patches。 Here and there along the wayside were posters forbidding trespass in the name of military engineering。 At last； a second gateway admitted us to the town itself。 Lighted windows looked gladsome； whiffs of comfortable cookery came abroad upon the air。 The town was full of the military reserve； out for the French Autumn Manoeuvres； and the reservists walked speedily and wore their formidable great…coats。 It was a fine night to be within doors over dinner； and hear the rain upon the windows。
The CIGARETTE and I could not sufficiently congratulate each other on the prospect； for we had been told there was a capital inn at La Fere。 Such a dinner as we were going to eat！ such beds as we were to sleep in！ … and all the while the rain raining on houseless folk over all the poplared countryside！ It made our mouths water。 The inn bore the name of some woodland animal； stag； or hart； or hind； I forget which。 But I shall never forget how spacious and how eminently habitable it looked as we drew near。 The carriage entry was lighted up； not by intention； but from the mere superfluity of fire and candle in the house。 A rattle of many dishes came to our ears； we sighted a great field of table…cloth； the kitchen glowed like a forge and smelt like a garden of things to eat。
Into this； the inmost shrine and physiological heart of a hostelry； with all its furnaces in action； and all its dressers charged with viands； you are now to suppose us making our triumphal entry； a pair of damp rag…and…bone men； each with a limp india…rubber bag upon his arm。 I do not believe I have a sound view of that kitchen； I saw it through a sort of glory： but it seemed to me crowded with the snowy caps of cookmen； who all turned round from their saucepans and looked at us with surprise。 There was no doubt about the landlady； however： there she was； heading her army； a flushed； angry woman； full of affairs。 Her I asked politely … too politely； thinks the CIGARETTE … if we could have beds： she surveying us coldly from head to foot。
'You will find beds in the suburb；' she remarked。 'We are too busy for the like of you。'
If we could make an entrance； change our clothes； and order a bottle of wine； I felt sure we could put things right； so said I： 'If we cannot sleep； we may at least dine；' … and was for depositing my bag。
What a terrible convulsion of nature was that which followed in the landlady's face！ She made a run at us； and stamped her foot。
'Out with you … out of the door！' she screeched。 'SORTEZ！ SORTEZ！ SORTEZ PAR LA PORTE！'
I do not know how it happened； but next moment we were out in the rain and darkness； and I was cursing before the carriage entry like a disappointed mendicant。 Where were the boating men of Belgium？ where the Judge and his good wines？ and where the graces of Origny？ Black； black was the night after the firelit kitchen； but what was that to the blackness in our heart？ This was not the first time that I have been refused a lodging。 Often and often have I planned what I should do if such a misadventure happened to me again。 And nothing is easier to plan。 But to put in execution； with the heart boiling at the indignity？ Try it； try it only once； and tell me what you did。
It is all very fine to talk about tramps and morality。 Six hours of police surveillance （such as I have had）； or one brutal rejection from an inn…door； change your views upon the subject like a course of lectures。 As long as you keep in the upper regions； with all the world bowing to you as you go； social arrangements have a very handsome air； but once get under the wheels； and you wish society were at the devil。 I will give most respectable men a fortnight of such a life； and then I will offer them twopence for what remains of their morality。
For my part； when I was turned out of the Stag； or the Hind； or whatever it was； I would have set the temple of Diana on fire； if it had been handy。 There was no crime complete enough to express my disapproval of human institutions。 As for the CIGARETTE； I never knew a man so altered。 'We have been taken for pedlars again；' said he。 'Good God； what it must be to be a pedlar in reality！' He particularised a complaint for every joint in the landlady's body。 Timon was a philanthropist alongside of him。 And then； when he was at the top of his maledictory bent； he would suddenly break away and begin whimperingly to commiserate the poor。 'I hope to God；' he said； … and I trust the prayer was answered； … 'that I shall never be uncivil to a pedlar。' Was this the imperturbable CIGARETTE？ This； this was he。 O change beyond report； thought； or belief！
Meantime the heaven wept upon our heads； and the windows grew brighter as the night increased in darkness。 We trudged in and out of La Fere streets； we saw shops； and private houses where people were copiously dining； we saw stables where carters' nags had plenty of fodder and clean straw； we saw no end of reservists； who were very sorry for themselves this wet night； I doubt not； and yearned for their country homes； but had they not each man his place in La Fere barracks？ And we； what had we？
There seemed to be no other inn in the whole town。 People gave us directions； which we followed as best we could； generally with the effect of bringing us out again upon the scene of our disgrace。 We were very sad people indeed by the time we had gone all over La Fere； and the CIGARETTE had already made up his mind to lie under a poplar and sup off a loaf of bread。 But right at the other end； the house next the town…gate was full of light and bustle。 'BAZIN； AUBERGISTE； LOGE A PIED；' was the sign。 'A LA CROIX DE MALTE。' There were we received。
The room was full of noisy reservists drinking and smoking； and we were very glad indeed when the drums and bugles began to go about the streets； and one and all had to snatch shakoes and be off for the barracks。
Bazin was a tall man； running to fat： soft…spoken； with a delicate； gentle face。 We asked him to share our wine； but he excused himself； having pledged reservists all day long。 This was a very different type of the workman…innkeeper from the bawling disputatious fellow at Origny。 He also loved Paris； where he had worked as a decorative painter in his youth。 There were such opportunities for self…instruction there； he said。 And if any one has read Zola's description of the workman's marriage…party visiting the Louvre； they would do well to have heard Bazin by way of antidote。 He had delighted in the museums in his youth。 'One sees there little miracles of work；' he said； 'that is what makes a good workman； it kindles a spark。' We asked him how he managed in La Fere。 'I am married；' he said； 'and I have my pretty children。 But frankly； it is no life at all。 From morning to night I pledge a pack of good enough fellows who know nothing。'
It faired as the night went on； and the moon came out of the clouds。 We sat in front of the door； talking softly with Bazin。 At the guard…house opposite； the guard was being for ever turned out； as trains of field artillery kept clanking in out of the night； or patrols of horsemen trotted by in their cloaks。 Madame Bazin came out after a while； she was tired with her day's work； I suppose； and she nestled up to her husband and laid her head upon his breast。 He had his arm about her； and kept gently patting her on the shoulder。 I think Bazin was right； and he was really married。 Of how few people can the same be said！
Little did the Bazins know how much they served us。 We were charged for candles； for food and drink； and for the beds we slept in。 But there was nothing in the bill for the husband's pleasant talk； nor for the pretty spectacle of their married life。 And there was yet another item unchanged。 For these people's politeness re
