the two brothers-第51章
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〃There are seven or eight very large ones up in the garret; which were
kept on account of the frames;〃 said Gilet。
〃Let me see them!〃 cried the artist; and Max took him upstairs。
Joseph came down wildly enthusiastic。 Max whispered a word to the
Rabouilleuse; who took the old man into the embrasure of a window;
where Joseph heard her say in a low voice; but still so that he could
hear the words:
〃Your nephew is a painter; you don't care for those pictures; be kind;
and give them to him。〃
〃It seems;〃 said Jean…Jacques; leaning on Flore's arm to reach the
place were Joseph was standing in ecstasy before an Albano; 〃it seems
that you are a painter〃
〃Only a 'rapin;'〃 said Joseph。
〃What may that be?〃 asked Flore。
〃A beginner;〃 replied Joseph。
〃Well;〃 continued Jean…Jacques; 〃if these pictures can be of any use
to you in your business; I give them to you;but without the frames。
Oh! the frames are gilt; and besides; they are very funny; I will
put〃
〃Well done; uncle!〃 cried Joseph; enchanted; 〃I'll make you copies of
the same dimensions; which you can put into the frames。〃
〃But that will take your time; and you will want canvas and colors;〃
said Flore。 〃You will have to spend money。 Come; Pere Rouget; offer
your nephew a hundred francs for each copy; here are twenty…seven
pictures; and I think there are eleven very big ones in the garret
which ought to cost double;call the whole four thousand francs。 Oh;
yes;〃 she went on; turning to Joseph; 〃your uncle can well afford to
pay you four thousand francs for making the copies; since he keeps the
framesbut bless me! you'll want frames; and they say frames cost
more than pictures; there's more gold on them。 Answer; monsieur;〃 she
continued; shaking the old man's arm。 〃Hein? it isn't dear; your
nephew will take four thousand francs for new pictures in the place of
the old ones。 It is;〃 she whispered in his ear; 〃a very good way to
give him four thousand francs; he doesn't look to me very flush〃
〃Well; nephew; I will pay you four thousand francs for the copies〃
〃No; no!〃 said the honest Joseph; 〃four thousand francs and the
pictures; that's too much; the pictures; don't you see; are
valuable〃
〃Accept; simpleton!〃 said Flore; 〃he is your uncle; you know。〃
〃Very good; I accept;〃 said Joseph; bewildered by the luck that had
befallen him; for he had recognized a Perugino。
The result was that the artist beamed with satisfaction as he went out
of the house with the Rabouilleuse on his arm; all of which helped
Maxence's plans immensely。 Neither Flore; nor Rouget; nor Max; nor
indeed any one in Issoudun knew the value of the pictures; and the
crafty Max thought he had bought Flore's triumph for a song; as she
paraded triumphantly before the eyes of the astonished town; leaning
on the arm of her master's nephew; and evidently on the best of terms
with him。 People flocked to their doors to see the crab…girl's triumph
over the family。 This astounding event made the sensation on which Max
counted; so that when they all returned at five o'clock; nothing was
talked of in every household but the cordial understanding between Max
and Flore and the nephew of old Rouget。 The incident of the pictures
and the four thousand francs circulated already。 The dinner; at which
Lousteau; one of the court judges; and the Mayor of Issoudun were
present; was splendid。 It was one of those provincial dinners lasting
five hours。 The most exquisite wines enlivened the conversation。 By
nine o'clock; at dessert; the painter; seated opposite to his uncle;
and between Flore and Max; had fraternized with the soldier; and
thought him the best fellow on earth。 Joseph returned home at eleven
o'clock somewhat tipsy。 As to old Rouget; Kouski had carried him to
his bed dead…drunk; he had eaten as though he were an actor from
foreign parts; and had soaked up the wine like the sands of the
desert。
〃Well;〃 said Max when he was alone with Flore; 〃isn't this better than
making faces at them? The Bridaus are well received; they get small
presents; and are smothered with attentions; and the end of it is they
will sing our praises; they will go away satisfied and leave us in
peace。 To…morrow morning you and I and Kouski will take down all those
pictures and send them over to the painter; so that he shall see them
when he wakes up。 We will put the frames in the garret; and cover the
walls with one of those varnished papers which represent scenes from
Telemachus; such as I have seen at Monsieur Mouilleron's。〃
〃Oh; that will be much prettier!〃 said Flore。
On the morrow; Joseph did not wake up till midday。 From his bed he saw
the pictures; which had been brought in while he was asleep; leaning
one against another on the opposite wall。 While he examined them anew;
recognizing each masterpiece; studying the manner of each painter; and
searching for the signature; his mother had gone to see and thank her
brother; urged thereto by old Hochon; who; having heard of the follies
the painter had committed the night before; almost despaired of the
Bridau cause。
〃Your adversaries have the cunning of foxes;〃 he said to Agathe。 〃In
all my days I never saw a man carry things with such a high hand as
that soldier; they say war educates young men! Joseph has let himself
be fooled。 They have shut his mouth with wine; and those miserable
pictures; and four thousand francs! Your artist hasn't cost Maxence
much!〃
The long…headed old man instructed Madame Bridau carefully as to the
line of conduct she ought to pursue;advising her to enter into
Maxence's ideas and cajole Flore; so as to set up a sort of intimacy
with her; and thus obtain a few moments' interview with Jean…Jacques
alone。 Madame Bridau was very warmly received by her brother; to whom
Flore had taught his lesson。 The old man was in bed; quite ill from
the excesses of the night before。 As Agathe; under the circumstances;
could scarcely begin at once to speak of family matters; Max thought
it proper and magnanimous to leave the brother and sister alone
together。 The calculation was a good one。 Poor Agathe found her
brother so ill that she would not deprive him of Madame Brazier's
care。
〃Besides;〃 she said to the old bachelor; 〃I wish to know a person to
whom I am grateful for the happiness of my brother。〃
These words gave evident pleasure to the old man; who rang for Madame
Flore。 Flore; as we may well believe; was not far off。 The female
antagonists bowed to each other。 The Rabouilleuse showed the most
servile attentions and the utmost tenderness to her master; fancied
his head was too low; beat up the pillows; and took care of him like a
bride of yesterday。 The poor creature received it with a rush of
feeling。
〃We owe you much gratitude; mademoiselle;〃 said Agathe; 〃for the
proofs of attachment you have so long given to my brother; and for the
way in which you watch over his happiness。〃
〃That is true; my dear Agathe;〃 said the old man; 〃she has taught me
what happiness is; she is a woman of excellent qualities。〃
〃And therefore; my dear brother; you ought to have recompensed
Mademoiselle by making her your wife。 Yes! I am too sincere in my
religion not to wish to see you obey the precepts of the church。 You
would each be more tranquil in mind if you were not at variance with
morality and the laws。 I have come here; dear brother; to ask for help
in my affliction; but do not suppose that we wish to make any
remonstrance as to the manner in which you may dispose of your
property〃
〃Madame;〃 said Flore; 〃we know how unjust your father was to you。
Monsieur; here; can tell you;〃 she went on; looking fixedly at her
victim; 〃that the only quarrels we have ever had were about you。 I
have always told him that he owes you part of the fortune he received
from his father; and your father; my benefactor;for he was my
benefactor;〃 she added in a tear