confidence-第34章
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pened to him by a mysterious old woman in a nightcap and meagre accessories； whose identity he failed to ascertain； and he laid himself down to resthe was very tiredwith his attention fastened； as I say； on the ideaon the very imageof departure。
On waking up the next morning； rather late； he found； however； that it had attached itself to a very different object。 His vision was filled with the brightness of the delightful fact itself； which seemed to impregnate the sweet morning air and to flutter in the light； fresh breeze that came through his open window from the sea。 He saw a great patch of the sea between a couple of red…tiled roofs； it was bluer than any sea had ever been before。 He had not slept long only three or four hours； but he had quite slept off his dread。 The shadow had dropped away and nothing was left but the beauty of his love； which seemed to shine in the freshness of the early day。 He felt absurdly happyas if he had discovered El Dorado； quite apart from consequenceshe was not thinking of consequences； which of course were another affairthe feeling was intrinsically the finest one he had ever had； andas a mere feelinghe had not done with it yet。 The consideration of consequences could easily be deferred； and there would； meanwhile； be no injury to any one in his extracting； very quietly； a little subjective joy from the state of his heart。 He would let the flower bloom for a day before plucking it up by the roots。 Upon this latter course he was perfectly resolved； and in view of such an heroic resolution the subjective interlude appeared no more than his just privilege。 The project of leaving Blanquais…les…Galets at nine o'clock in the morning dropped lightly from his mind； making no noise as it fell； but another took its place； which had an air of being still more excellent and which consisted of starting off on a long walk and absenting himself for the day。 Bernard grasped his stick and wandered away； he climbed the great shoulder of the further cliff and found himself on the level downs。 Here there was apparently no obstacle whatever to his walking as far as his fancy should carry him。 The summer was still in a splendid mood； and the hot and quiet dayit was a Sunday seemed to constitute a deep； silent smile on the face of nature。 The sea glistened on one side； and the crops ripened on the other； the larks； losing themselves in the dense sunshine； made it ring here and there in undiscoverable spots； this was the only sound save when Bernard； pausing now and then in his walk； found himself hearing far below him； at the base of the cliff； the drawling murmur of a wave。 He walked a great many miles and passed through half a dozen of those rude fishing…hamlets； lodged in some sloping hollow of the cliffs； so many of which； of late years； all along the Norman coast； have adorned themselves with a couple of hotels and a row of bathing…machines。 He walked so far that the shadows had begun to lengthen before he bethought himself of stopping； the afternoon had come on and had already begun to wane。 The grassy downs still stretched before him； shaded here and there with shallow but windless dells。 He looked for the softest place and then flung himself down on the grass； he lay there for a long time； thinking of many things。 He had determined to give himself up to a day's happiness； it was happiness of a very harmless kind the satisfaction of thought； the bliss of mere consciousness； but such as it was it did not elude him nor turn bitter in his heart； and the long summer day closed upon him before his spirit； hovering in perpetual circles round the idea of what might be； had begun to rest its wing。 When he rose to his feet again it was too late to return to Blanquais in the same way that he had come； the evening was at hand； the light was already fading； and the walk he had taken was one which even if he had not felt very tired； he would have thought it imprudent to attempt to repeat in the darkness。 He made his way to the nearest village； where he was able to hire a rustic carriole； in which primitive conveyance； gaining the high…road； he jogged and jostled through the hours of the evening slowly back to his starting…point。 It wanted an hour of midnight by the time he reached his inn； and there was nothing left for him but to go to bed。
He went in the unshaken faith that he should leave Blanquais early on the morrow。 But early on the morrow it occurred to him that it would be simply grotesque to go off without taking leave of Mrs。 Vivian and her daughter； and offering them some explanation of his intention。 He had given them to understand that； so delighted was he to find them there； he would remain at Blanquais at least as long as they。 He must have seemed to them wanting in civility； to spend a whole bright Sunday without apparently troubling his head about them； and if the unlucky fact of his being in love with the girl were a reason for doing his duty； it was at least not a reason for being rude。 He had not yet come to that to accepting rudeness as an incident of virtue； it had always been his theory that virtue had the best manners in the world； and he flattered himself at any rate that he could guard his integrity without making himself ridiculous。 So； at what he thought a proper hour； in the course of the morning； he retraced his steps along the little lane through which； two days ago； Angela Vivian had shown him the way to her mother's door。 At this humble portal he knocked； the windows of the little chalet were open； and the white curtains； behind the flower…pots； were fluttering as he had seen them before。 The door was opened by a neat young woman； who informed him very promptly that Madame and Mademoiselle had left Blanquais a couple of hours earlier。 They had gone to Parisyes； very suddenly； taking with them but little luggage； and they had left her she had the honor of being the femme de chambre of ces dames to put up their remaining possessions and follow as soon as possible。 On Bernard's expressing surprise and saying that he had supposed them to be fixed at the sea…side for the rest of the season； the femme de chambre； who seemed a very intelligent person； begged to remind him that the season was drawing to a close； that Madame had taken the chalet but for five weeks； only ten days of which period were yet to expire； that ces dames； as Monsieur perhaps knew； were great travellers； who had been half over the world and thought nothing of breaking camp at an hour's notice； and that； in fine； Madame might very well have received a telegram summoning her to another part of the country。
〃And where have the ladies gone？〃 asked Bernard。
〃For the moment； to Paris。〃
〃And in Paris where have they gone？〃
〃Dame； chez ellesto their house；〃 said the femme de chambre； who appeared to think that Bernard asked too many questions。
But Bernard persisted。
〃Where is their house？〃
The waiting…maid looked at him from head to foot。
〃If Monsieur wishes to write； many of Madame's letters come to her banker；〃 she said； inscrutably。
〃And who is her banker？〃
〃He lives in the Rue de Provence。〃
〃Very goodI will find him out；〃 said our hero； turning away。
The discriminating reader who has been so good as to interest himself in this little narrative will perhaps at this point exclaim with a pardonable consciousness of shrewdness： 〃Of course he went the next day to the Rue de Provence！〃 Of course； yes； only as it happens Bernard did nothing of the kind。 He did one of the most singular things he ever did in his life a thing that puzzled him even at the time； and with regard to which he often afterward wondered whence he had drawn the ability for so remarkable a feathe simply spent a fortnight at Blanquais…les…Galets。 It was a very quiet fortnight； he spoke to no one； he formed no relations； he was company to himself。 It may be added that he had never found his own company half so good。 He struck himself as a reasonable； delicate fellow； who looked at things in such a way as to make him refrainrefrain successfully； that was the point from concerning himself practically about Angela Vivian。 His saying that he would find out the banker in the Rue de Provence had been for the benefit of t
