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into　that　of　a　diplomatist。　Both　were　endowed　with　that　nervous；

feverish；　half…feminine　organization；　which　is　equally　strong　for　good

or　evil；　and　from　which　may　emanate；　according　to　the　impulse　of　these

singular　temperaments；　a　crime　or　a　generous　action；　a　noble　deed　or　a

base　one。　The　fate　of　such　natures　depends　at　any　moment　on　the

pressure；　more　or　less　powerful；　produced　on　their　nervous　systems　by

violent　and　transitory　passions。



Diard　was　considered　a　good　accountant；　but　no　soldier　would　have

trusted　him　with　his　purse　or　his　will；　possibly　because　of　the

antipathy　felt　by　all　real　soldiers　against　the　bureaucrats。　The

quartermaster　was　not　without　courage　and　a　certain　juvenile

generosity；　sentiments　which　many　men　give　up　as　they　grow　older；　by

dint　of　reasoning　or　calculating。　Variable　as　the　beauty　of　a　fair

woman；　Diard　was　a　great　boaster　and　a　great　talker；　talking　of

everything。　He　said　he　was　artistic；　and　he　made　prizes　（like　two

celebrated　generals）　of　works　of　art；　solely；　he　declared；　to　preserve

them　for　posterity。　His　military　comrades　would　have　been　puzzled

indeed　to　form　a　correct　judgment　of　him。　Many　of　them；　accustomed　to

draw　upon　his　funds　when　occasion　obliged　them；　thought　him　rich；　but

in　truth；　he　was　a　gambler；　and　gamblers　may　be　said　to　have　nothing

of　their　own。　Montefiore　was　also　a　gambler；　and　all　the　officers　of

the　regiment　played　with　the　pair；　for；　to　the　shame　of　men　be　it

said；　it　is　not　a　rare　thing　to　see　persons　gambling　together　around　a

green　table　who；　when　the　game　is　finished；　will　not　bow　to　their

companions；　feeling　no　respect　for　them。　Montefiore　was　the　man　with

whom　Bianchi　made　his　bet　about　the　heart　of　the　Spanish　sentinel。



Montefiore　and　Diard　were　among　the　last　to　mount　the　breach　at

Tarragona；　but　the　first　in　the　heart　of　the　town　as　soon　as　it　was

taken。　Accidents　of　this　sort　happen　in　all　attacks；　but　with　this

pair　of　friends　they　were　customary。　Supporting　each　other；　they　made

their　way　bravely　through　a　labyrinth　of　narrow　and　gloomy　little

streets　in　quest　of　their　personal　objects；　one　seeking　for　painted

madonnas；　the　other　for　madonnas　of　flesh　and　blood。



In　what　part　of　Tarragona　it　happened　I　cannot　say；　but　Diard

presently　recognized　by　its　architecture　the　portal　of　a　convent；　the

gate　of　which　was　already　battered　in。　Springing　into　the　cloister　to

put　a　stop　to　the　fury　of　the　soldiers；　he　arrived　just　in　time　to

prevent　two　Parisians　from　shooting　a　Virgin　by　Albano。　In　spite　of

the　moustache　with　which　in　their　military　fanaticism　they　had

decorated　her　face；　he　bought　the　picture。　Montefiore；　left　alone

during　this　episode；　noticed；　nearly　opposite　the　convent；　the　house

and　shop　of　a　draper；　from　which　a　shot　was　fired　at　him　at　the　moment

when　his　eyes　caught　a　flaming　glance　from　those　of　an　inquisitive

young　girl；　whose　head　was　advanced　under　the　shelter　of　a　blind。

Tarragona　taken　by　assault；　Tarragona　furious；　firing　from　every

window；　Tarragona　violated；　with　dishevelled　hair；　and　half…naked；　was

indeed　an　object　of　curiosity；the　curiosity　of　a　daring　Spanish

woman。　It　was　a　magnified　bull…fight。



Montefiore　forgot　the　pillage；　and　heard；　for　the　moment；　neither　the

cries；　nor　the　musketry；　nor　the　growling　of　the　artillery。　The

profile　of　that　Spanish　girl　was　the　most　divinely　delicious　thing

which　he；　an　Italian　libertine；　weary　of　Italian　beauty；　and　dreaming

of　an　impossible　woman　because　he　was　tired　of　all　women；　had　ever

seen。　He　could　still　quiver；　he；　who　had　wasted　his　fortune　on　a

thousand　follies；　the　thousand　passions　of　a　young　and　blase　manthe

most　abominable　monster　that　society　generates。　An　idea　came　into　his

head；　suggested　perhaps　by　the　shot　of　the　draper…patriot；　namely；to

set　fire　to　the　house。　But　he　was　now　alone；　and　without　any　means　of

action；　the　fighting　was　centred　in　the　market…place；　where　a　few

obstinate　beings　were　still　defending　the　town。　A　better　idea　then

occurred　to　him。　Diard　came　out　of　the　convent；　but　Montefiore　said

not　a　word　of　his　discovery；　on　the　contrary；　he　accompanied　him　on　a

series　of　rambles　about　the　streets。　But　the　next　day；　the　Italian　had

obtained　his　military　billet　in　the　house　of　the　draper；an

appropriate　lodging　for　an　equipment　captain！



The　house　of　the　worthy　Spaniard　consisted；　on　the　ground…floor；　of　a

vast　and　gloomy　shop；　externally　fortified　with　stout　iron　bars；　such

as　we　see　in　the　old　storehouses　of　the　rue　des　Lombards。　This　shop

communicated　with　a　parlor　lighted　from　an　interior　courtyard；　a　large

room　breathing　the　very　spirit　of　the　middle…ages；　with　smoky　old

pictures；　old　tapestries；　antique　〃brazero；〃　a　plumed　hat　hanging　to　a

nail；　the　musket　of　the　guerrillas；　and　the　cloak　of　Bartholo。　The

kitchen　adjoined　this　unique　living…room；　where　the　inmates　took　their

meals　and　warmed　themselves　over　the　dull　glow　of　the　brazier；　smoking

cigars　and　discoursing　bitterly　to　animate　all　hearts　with　hatred

against　the　French。　Silver　pitchers　and　precious　dishes　of　plate　and

porcelain　adorned　a　buttery　shelf　of　the　old　fashion。　But　the　light；

sparsely　admitted；　allowed　these　dazzling　objects　to　show　but

slightly；　all　things；　as　in　pictures　of　the　Dutch　school；　looked

brown；　even　the　faces。　Between　the　shop　and　this　living…room；　so　fine

in　color　and　in　its　tone　of　patriarchal　life；　was　a　dark　staircase

leading　to　a　ware…room　where　the　light；　carefully　distributed；

permitted　the　examination　of　goods。　Above　this　were　the　apartments　of

the　merchant　and　his　wife。　Rooms　for　an　apprentice　and　a　servant…woman

were　in　a　garret　under　the　roof；　which　projected　over　the　street　and

was　supported　by　buttresses；　giving　a　somewhat　fantastic　appearance　to

the　exterior　of　the　building。　These　chambers　were　now　taken　by　the

merchant　and　his　wife　who　gave　up　their　own　rooms　to　the　officer　who

was　billeted　upon　them；probably　because　they　wished　to　avoid　all

quarrelling。



Montefiore　gave　himself　out　as　a　former　Spanish　subject；　persecuted　by

Napoleon；　whom　he　was　serving　against　his　will；　and　these　semi…lies

had　the　success　he　expected。　He　was　invited　to　share　the　meals　of　the

family；　and　was　treated　with　the　respect　due　to　his　name；　his　birth；

and　his　title。　He　had　his　reasons　for　capturing　the　good…will　of　the

merchant　and　his　wife；　he　scented　his　madonna　as　the　ogre　scented　the

youthful　flesh　of　Tom　Thumb　and　his　brothers。　But　in　spite　of　the

confidence　he　managed　to　inspire　in　the　worthy　pair　the　latter

maintained　the　most　profound　silence　as　to　the　said　madonna；　and　not

only　did　the　captain　see　no　trace　of　the　young　girl　during　the　first

day　he　spent　under　the　roof　of　the　honest　Spaniard；　but　he　heard　no

sound　and　came　upon　no　indication　which　revealed　her　presence　in　that

ancient　building。　Supposing　that　she　was　the　only　daughter　of　the　old

couple；　Montefiore　concluded　they　had　consigned　her　to　the　garret；

where；　for　the　time　being；　they　made　their　home。



But　no　revelation　came　to　betray　the　hiding…place　of　that　precious

treasure。　The　marquis　glued　his　face　to　the　lozenge…shaped　leaded

panes　which　looked　upon　the　black…walled　enclosure　of　the　inner

courtyard；　but　in　vain；　he　saw　no　gleam　of　light　except　from　the

windows　of　the　old　couple；　whom　he　could　see　and　hear　as　they　went　and

came　and　talked　and　coughed。　Of　the　young　girl；　not　a　shadow！



Montefiore　was　far　too　wary　to　risk　the　future　of　his　passion　by

exploring　the　house　nocturnally；　or　by　tapping　softly　on　the　doors。

Discovery　by　that　hot　patriot；　the　mercer；　suspicious　as　a　Spaniard

must　be；　meant　ruin　infallibly。　The　captain　therefore　resolved　to　wait

patiently；　resting　his　faith　on　time　and　the　imperfection　of　men；

which　always　resultseven　with　scoundrels；　and　how　much　more　with

honest　men！in　the　neglect　of　precautions。



The　next　day　he　discovered　a　hammock　in　the　kitchen；　showing　plainly

where　the　servant…woman　slept。　As　for　the　appren