camille-第20章
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still does。 Marguerite spends more than a hundred thousand francs a year； she has heaps of debts。 The duke gives her all that she asks for； but she does not always venture to ask him for all that she is in want of。 It would never do for her to quarrel with the count； who is worth to her at least ten thousand francs a year。 Marguerite is very fond of you； my dear fellow； but your liaison with her； in her interests and in yours； ought not to be serious。 You with your seven or eight thousand francs a year； what could you do toward supplying all the luxuries which a girl like that is in need of？ It would not be enough to keep her carriage。 Take Marguerite for what she is； for a good； bright； pretty girl； be her lover for a month； two months； give her flowers； sweets； boxes at the theatre； but don't get any other ideas into your head； and don't make absurd scenes of jealousy。 You know whom you have to do with； Marguerite isn't a saint。 She likes you； you are very fond of her； let the rest alone。 You amaze me when I see you so touchy； you have the most charming mistress in Paris。 She receives you in the greatest style； she is covered with diamonds； she needn't cost you a penny； unless you like； and you are not satisfied。 My dear fellow； you ask too much！〃
〃You are right； but I can't help it； the idea that that man is her lover hurts me horribly。〃
〃In the first place；〃 replied Prudence； 〃is he still her lover？ He is a man who is useful to her； nothing more。 She has closed her doors to him for two days； he came this morningshe could not but accept the box and let him accompany her。 He saw her home； he has gone in for a moment； he is not staying； because you are waiting here。 All that； it seems to me； is quite natural。 Besides； you don't mind the duke。〃
〃Yes； but he is an old man； and I am sure that Marguerite is not his mistress。 Then； it is all very well to accept one liaison； but not two。 Such easiness in the matter is very like calculation； and puts the man who consents to it； even out of love； very much in the category of those who； in a lower stage of society； make a trade of their connivance； and a profit of their trade。〃
〃Ah； my dear fellow； how old…fashioned you are！ How many of the richest and most fashionable men of the best families I have seen quite ready to do what I advise you to do； and without an effort； without shame； without remorse； Why； one sees it every day。 How do you suppose the kept women in Paris could live in the style they do； if they had not three or four lovers at once？ No single fortune； however large； could suffice for the expenses of a woman like Marguerite。 A fortune of five hundred thousand francs a year is； in France； an enormous fortune； well； my dear friend； five hundred thousand francs a year would still be too little； and for this reason： a man with such an income has a large house； horses； servants； carriages； he shoots； has friends； often he is married； he has children； he races； gambles； travels； and what not。 All these habits are so much a part of his position that he can not forego them without appearing to have lost all his money； and without causing scandal。 Taking it all round； with five hundred thousand francs a year he can not give a woman more than forty or fifty thousand francs in the year； and that is already a good deal。 Well； other lovers make up for the rest of her expenses。 With Marguerite； it is still more convenient； she has chanced by a miracle on an old man worth ten millions； whose wife and daughter are dead； who has only some nephews； themselves rich； and who gives her all she wants without asking anything in return。 But she can not ask him for more than seventy thousand francs a year； and I am sure that if she did ask for more； despite his health and the affection he has for her he would not give it to her。
〃All the young men of twenty or thirty thousand francs a year at Paris； that is to say； men who have only just enough to live on in the society in which they mix； know perfectly well； when they are the lovers of a woman like Marguerite； that she could not so much as pay for the rooms she lives in and the servants who wait upon her with what they give her。 They do not say to her that they know it； they pretend not to see anything； and when they have had enough of it they go their way。 If they have the vanity to wish to pay for everything they get ruined； like the fools they are； and go and get killed in Africa； after leaving a hundred thousand francs of debt in Paris。 Do you think a woman is grateful to them for it？ Far from it。 She declares that she has sacrificed her position for them； and that while she was with them she was losing money。 These details seem to you shocking？ Well； they are true。 You are a very nice fellow； I like you very much。 I have lived with these women for twenty years； I know what they are worth； and I don't want to see you take the caprice that a pretty girl has for you too seriously。
〃Then； besides that；〃 continued Prudence； 〃admit that Marguerite loves you enough to give up the count or the duke； in case one of them were to discover your liaison and to tell her to choose between him and you； the sacrifice that she would make for you would be enormous； you can not deny it。 What equal sacrifice could you make for her； on your part； and when you had got tired of her； what could you do to make up for what you had taken from her？ Nothing。 You would have cut her off from the world in which her fortune and her future were to be found； she would have given you her best years； and she would be forgotten。 Either you would be an ordinary man； and； casting her past in her teeth； you would leave her； telling her that you were only doing like her other lovers； and you would abandon her to certain misery； or you would be an honest man； and； feeling bound to keep her by you； you would bring inevitable trouble upon yourself； for a liaison which is excusable in a young man； is no longer excusable in a man of middle age。 It becomes an obstacle to every thing； it allows neither family nor ambition； man's second and last loves。 Believe me； then； my friend； take things for what they are worth； and do not give a kept woman the right to call herself your creditor； no matter in what。〃
It was well argued； with a logic of which I should have thought Prudence incapable。 I had nothing to reply； except that she was right； I took her hand and thanked her for her counsels。
〃Come； come；〃 said she； 〃put these foolish theories to flight； and laugh over them。 Life is pleasant； my dear fellow； it all depends on the colour of the glass through which one sees it。 Ask your friend Gaston； there's a man who seems to me to understand love as I understand it。 All that you need think of； unless you are quite a fool； is that close by there is a beautiful girl who is waiting impatiently for the man who is with her to go； thinking of you； keeping the whole night for you； and who loves you； I am certain。 Now； come to the window with me； and let us watch for the count to go； he won't be long in leaving the coast clear。〃
Prudence opened the window； and we leaned side by side over the balcony。 She watched the few passers； I reflected。 All that she had said buzzed in my head； and I could not help feeling that she was right； but the genuine love which I had for Marguerite had some difficulty in accommodating itself to such a belief。 I sighed from time to time； at which Prudence turned； and shrugged her shoulders like a physician who has given up his patient。
〃How one realizes the shortness of life；〃 I said to myself； 〃by the rapidity of sensations！ I have only known Marguerite for two days； she has only been my mistress since yesterday； and she has already so completely absorbed my thoughts； my heart； and my life that the visit of the Comte de G。 is a misfortune for me。〃
At last the count came out； got into his carriage and disappeared。 Prudence closed the window。 At the same instant Marguerite called to us：
〃Come at once；〃 she said； 〃they are laying the table； and we'll have supper。〃
When I entered； Marguerite ran to me； threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with all her might。
〃Are we still sulky？〃 she said to me。
〃No； it is all over；〃 replied Prudenc
