the magic skin-第67章

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hillsides；　and　he　will　just　go　up　there　along　with　him。〃



Valentin　made　up　his　mind　immediately。　He　would　live　between　this

child　and　old　man；　breathe　the　same　air；　eat　their　bread；　drink　the

same　water；　sleep　with　them；　make　the　blood　in　his　veins　like　theirs。

It　was　a　dying　man's　fancy。　For　him　the　prime　model；　after　which　the

customary　existence　of　the　individual　should　be　shaped；　the　real

formula　for　the　life　of　a　human　being；　the　only　true　and　possible

life；　the　life…ideal；　was　to　become　one　of　the　oysters　adhering　to

this　rock；　to　save　his　shell　a　day　or　two　longer　by　paralyzing　the

power　of　death。　One　profoundly　selfish　thought　took　possession　of　him；

and　the　whole　universe　was　swallowed　up　and　lost　in　it。　For　him　the

universe　existed　no　longer；　the　whole　world　had　come　to　be　within

himself。　For　the　sick；　the　world　begins　at　their　pillow　and　ends　at

the　foot　of　the　bed；　and　this　countryside　was　Raphael's　sick…bed。



Who　has　not；　at　some　time　or　other　in　his　life；　watched　the　comings

and　goings　of　an　ant；　slipped　straws　into　a　yellow　slug's　one

breathing…hole；　studied　the　vagaries　of　a　slender　dragon…fly；　pondered

admiringly　over　the　countless　veins　in　an　oak…leaf；　that　bring　the

colors　of　a　rose　window　in　some　Gothic　cathedral　into　contrast　with

the　reddish　background？　Who　has　not　looked　long　in　delight　at　the

effects　of　sun　and　rain　on　a　roof　of　brown　tiles；　at　the　dewdrops；　or

at　the　variously　shaped　petals　of　the　flower…cups？　Who　has　not　sunk

into　these　idle；　absorbing　meditations　on　things　without；　that　have　no

conscious　end；　yet　lead　to　some　definite　thought　at　last。　Who；　in

short；　has　not　led　a　lazy　life；　the　life　of　childhood；　the　life　of　the

savage　without　his　labor？　This　life　without　a　care　or　a　wish　Raphael

led　for　some　days'　space。　He　felt　a　distinct　improvement　in　his

condition；　a　wonderful　sense　of　ease；　that　quieted　his　apprehensions

and　soothed　his　sufferings。



He　would　climb　the　crags；　and　then　find　a　seat　high　up　on　some　peak

whence　he　could　see　a　vast　expanse　of　distant　country　at　a　glance；　and

he　would　spend　whole　days　in　this　way；　like　a　plant　in　the　sun；　or　a

hare　in　its　form。　And　at　last；　growing　familiar　with　the　appearances

of　the　plant…life　about　him；　and　of　the　changes　in　the　sky；　he

minutely　noted　the　progress　of　everything　working　around　him　in　the

water；　on　the　earth；　or　in　the　air。　He　tried　to　share　the　secret

impulses　of　nature；　sought　by　passive　obedience　to　become　a　part　of

it；　and　to　lie　within　the　conservative　and　despotic　jurisdiction　that

regulates　instinctive　existence。　He　no　longer　wished　to　steer　his　own

course。



Just　as　criminals　in　olden　times　were　safe　from　the　pursuit　of

justice；　if　they　took　refuge　under　the　shadow　of　the　altar；　so　Raphael

made　an　effort　to　slip　into　the　sanctuary　of　life。　He　succeeded　in

becoming　an　integral　part　of　the　great　and　mighty　fruit…producing

organization；　he　had　adapted　himself　to　the　inclemency　of　the　air；　and

had　dwelt　in　every　cave　among　the　rocks。　He　had　learned　the　ways　and

habits　of　growth　of　every　plant；　had　studied　the　laws　of　the

watercourses　and　their　beds；　and　had　come　to　know　the　animals；　he　was

at　last　so　perfectly　at　one　with　this　teeming　earth；　that　he　had　in

some　sort　discerned　its　mysteries　and　caught　the　spirit　of　it。



The　infinitely　varied　forms　of　every　natural　kingdom　were；　to　his

thinking；　only　developments　of　one　and　the　same　substance；　different

combinations　brought　about　by　the　same　impulse；　endless　emanations

from　a　measureless　Being　which　was　acting；　thinking；　moving；　and

growing；　and　in　harmony　with　which　he　longed　to　grow；　to　move；　to

think；　and　act。　He　had　fancifully　blended　his　life　with　the　life　of

the　crags；　he　had　deliberately　planted　himself　there。　During　the

earliest　days　of　his　sojourn　in　these　pleasant　surroundings；　Valentin

tasted　all　the　pleasures　of　childhood　again；　thanks　to　the　strange

hallucination　of　apparent　convalescence；　which　is　not　unlike　the

pauses　of　delirium　that　nature　mercifully　provides　for　those　in　pain。

He　went　about　making　trifling　discoveries；　setting　to　work　on　endless

things；　and　finishing　none　of　them；　the　evening's　plans　were　quite

forgotten　in　the　morning；　he　had　no　cares；　he　was　happy；　he　thought

himself　saved。



One　morning　he　had　lain　in　bed　till　noon；　deep　in　the　dreams　between

sleep　and　waking；　which　give　to　realities　a　fantastic　appearance；　and

make　the　wildest　fancies　seem　solid　facts；　while　he　was　still

uncertain　that　he　was　not　dreaming　yet；　he　suddenly　heard　his　hostess

giving　a　report　of　his　health　to　Jonathan；　for　the　first　time。

Jonathan　came　to　inquire　after　him　daily；　and　the　Auvergnate；　thinking

no　doubt　that　Valentin　was　still　asleep；　had　not　lowered　the　tones　of

a　voice　developed　in　mountain　air。



〃No　better　and　no　worse；〃　she　said。　〃He　coughed　all　last　night　again

fit　to　kill　himself。　Poor　gentleman；　he　coughs　and　spits　till　it　is

piteous。　My　husband　and　I　often　wonder　to　each　other　where　he　gets　the

strength　from　to　cough　like　that。　It　goes　to　your　heart。　What　a　cursed

complaint　it　is！　He　has　no　strength　at　all。　I　am　always　afraid　I　shall

find　him　dead　in　his　bed　some　morning。　He　is　every　bit　as　pale　as　a

waxen　Christ。　DAME！　I　watch　him　while　he　dresses；　his　poor　body　is　as

thin　as　a　nail。　And　he　does　not　feel　well　now；　but　no　matter。　It's　all

the　same；　he　wears　himself　out　with　running　about　as　if　he　had　health

and　to　spare。　All　the　same；　he　is　very　brave；　for　he　never　complains

at　all。　But　really　he　would　be　better　under　the　earth　than　on　it；　for

he　is　enduring　the　agonies　of　Christ。　I　don't　wish　that　myself；　sir；

it　is　quite　in　our　interests；　but　even　if　he　didn't　pay　us　what　he

does；　I　should　be　just　as　fond　of　him；　it　is　not　our　own　interest　that

is　our　motive。



〃Ah；　mon　Dieu！〃　she　continued；　〃Parisians　are　the　people　for　these

dogs'　diseases。　Where　did　he　catch　it；　now？　Poor　young　man！　And　he　is

so　sure　that　he　is　going　to　get　well！　That　fever　just　gnaws　him；　you

know；　it　eats　him　away；　it　will　be　the　death　of　him。　He　has　no　notion

whatever　of　that；　he　does　not　know　it；　sir；　he　sees　nothingYou

mustn't　cry　about　him；　M。　Jonathan；　you　must　remember　that　he　will　be

happy；　and　will　not　suffer　any　more。　You　ought　to　make　a　neuvaine　for

him；　I　have　seen　wonderful　cures　come　of　the　nine　days'　prayer；　and　I

would　gladly　pay　for　a　wax　taper　to　save　such　a　gentle　creature；　so

good　he　is；　a　paschal　lamb〃



As　Raphael's　voice　had　grown　too　weak　to　allow　him　to　make　himself

heard；　he　was　compelled　to　listen　to　this　horrible　loquacity。　His

irritation；　however；　drove　him　out　of　bed　at　length；　and　he　appeared

upon　the　threshold。



〃Old　scoundrel！〃　he　shouted　to　Jonathan；　〃do　you　mean　to　put　me　to

death？〃



The　peasant　woman　took　him　for　a　ghost；　and　fled。



〃I　forbid　you　to　have　any　anxiety　whatever　about　my　health；〃　Raphael

went　on。



〃Yes；　my　Lord　Marquis；〃　said　the　old　servant；　wiping　away　his　tears。



〃And　for　the　future　you　had　very　much　better　not　come　here　without　my

orders。〃



Jonathan　meant　to　be　obedient；　but　in　the　look　full　of　pity　and

devotion　that　he　gave　the　Marquis　before　he　went；　Raphael　read　his　own

death…warrant。　Utterly　disheartened；　brought　all　at　once　to　a　sense　of

his　real　position；　Valentin　sat　down　on　the　threshold；　locked　his　arms

across　his　chest；　and　bowed　his　head。　Jonathan　turned　to　his　master　in

alarm；　with　〃My　Lord〃



〃Go　away；　go　away；〃　cried　the　invalid。



In　the　hours　of　the　next　morning；　Raphael　climbed　the　crags；　and　sat

down　in　a　mossy　cleft　in　the　rocks；　whence　he　could　see　the　narrow

path　along　which　the　water　for　the　dwelling　was　carried。　At　the　base

of　the　hill　he　saw　Jonathan　in　conversation　with　the　Auvergnate。　Some

malicious　power　interpreted　for　him　all　the　woman's　forebodings；　and

filled　the　breeze　and　the　silence　with　her　ominous　words。　Thrilled

with　horror；　he　took　refuge　among　the　highest　summits　of　the

mountains；　and　stayed　t