cousin betty-第41章
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the wretch! What is his wife after all? Fine flesh! Yes; she is
handsome; but II know myselfI am worse!〃
〃Be quite easy; my child; he will come;〃 said Lisbeth; in the tone of
a nurse to an impatient child。 〃He shall。〃
〃But when?〃
〃This week perhaps。〃
〃Give me a kiss。〃
As may be seen; these two women were but one。 Everything Valerie did;
even her most reckless actions; her pleasures; her little sulks; were
decided on after serious deliberation between them。
Lisbeth; strangely excited by this harlot existence; advised Valerie
on every step; and pursued her course of revenge with pitiless logic。
She really adored Valerie; she had taken her to be her child; her
friend; her love; she found her docile; as Creoles are; yielding from
voluptuous indolence; she chattered with her morning after morning
with more pleasure than with Wenceslas; they could laugh together over
the mischief they plotted; and over the folly of men; and count up the
swelling interest on their respective savings。
Indeed; in this new enterprise and new affection; Lisbeth had found
food for her activity that was far more satisfying than her insane
passion for Wenceslas。 The joys of gratified hatred are the fiercest
and strongest the heart can know。 Love is the gold; hatred the iron of
the mine of feeling that lies buried in us。 And then; Valerie was; to
Lisbeth; Beauty in all its glorythe beauty she worshiped; as we
worship what we have not; beauty far more plastic to her hand than
that of Wenceslas; who had always been cold to her and distant。
At the end of nearly three years; Lisbeth was beginning to perceive
the progress of the underground mine on which she was expending her
life and concentrating her mind。 Lisbeth planned; Madame Marneffe
acted。 Madame Marneffe was the axe; Lisbeth was the hand the wielded
it; and that hand was rapidly demolishing the family which was every
day more odious to her; for we can hate more and more; just as; when
we love; we love better every day。
Love and hatred are feelings that feed on themselves; but of the two;
hatred has the longer vitality。 Love is restricted within limits of
power; it derives its energies from life and from lavishness。 Hatred
is like death; like avarice; it is; so to speak; an active
abstraction; above beings and things。
Lisbeth; embarked on the existence that was natural to her; expended
in it all her faculties; governing; like the Jesuits; by occult
influences。 The regeneration of her person was equally complete; her
face was radiant。 Lisbeth dreamed of becoming Madame la Marechale
Hulot。
This little scene; in which the two friends had bluntly uttered their
ideas without any circumlocution in expressing them; took place
immediately on Lisbeth's return from market; whither she had been to
procure the materials for an elegant dinner。 Marneffe; who hoped to
get Coquet's place; was to entertain him and the virtuous Madame
Coquet; and Valerie hoped to persuade Hulot; that very evening; to
consider the head…clerk's resignation。
Lisbeth dressed to go to the Baroness; with whom she was to dine。
〃You will come back in time to make tea for us; my Betty?〃 said
Valerie。
〃I hope so。〃
〃You hope sowhy? Have you come to sleeping with Adeline to drink her
tears while she is asleep?〃
〃If only I could!〃 said Lisbeth; laughing。 〃I would not refuse。 She is
expiating her happinessand I am glad; for I remember our young days。
It is my turn now。 She will be in the mire; and I shall be Comtesse de
Forzheim!〃
Lisbeth set out for the Rue Plumet; where she now went as to the
theatreto indulge her emotions。
The residence Hulot had found for his wife consisted of a large; bare
entrance…room; a drawing…room; and a bed and dressing…room。 The
dining…room was next the drawing…room on one side。 Two servants' rooms
and a kitchen on the third floor completed the accommodation; which
was not unworthy of a Councillor of State; high up in the War Office。
The house; the court…yard; and the stairs were extremely handsome。
The Baroness; who had to furnish her drawing…room; bed…room; and
dining…room with the relics of her splendor; had brought away the best
of the remains from the house in the Rue de l'Universite。 Indeed; the
poor woman was attached to these mute witnesses of her happier life;
to her they had an almost consoling eloquence。 In memory she saw her
flowers; as in the carpets she could trace patterns hardly visible now
to other eyes。
On going into the spacious anteroom; where twelve chairs; a barometer;
a large stove; and long; white cotton curtains; bordered with red;
suggested the dreadful waiting…room of a Government office; the
visitor felt oppressed; conscious at once of the isolation in which
the mistress lived。 Grief; like pleasure; infects the atmosphere。 A
first glance into any home is enough to tell you whether love or
despair reigns there。
Adeline would be found sitting in an immense bedroom with beautiful
furniture by Jacob Desmalters; of mahogany finished in the Empire
style with ormolu; which looks even less inviting than the brass…work
of Louis XVI。! It gave one a shiver to see this lonely woman sitting
on a Roman chair; a work…table with sphinxes before her; colorless;
affecting false cheerfulness; but preserving her imperial air; as she
had preserved the blue velvet gown she always wore in the house。 Her
proud spirit sustained her strength and preserved her beauty。
The Baroness; by the end of her first year of banishment to this
apartment; had gauged every depth of misfortune。
〃Still; even here my Hector has made my life much handsomer than it
should be for a mere peasant;〃 said she to herself。 〃He chooses that
it should be so; his will be done! I am Baroness Hulot; the sister…in…
law of a Marshal of France。 I have done nothing wrong; my two children
are settled in life; I can wait for death; wrapped in the spotless
veil of an immaculate wife and the crape of departed happiness。〃
A portrait of Hulot; in the uniform of a Commissary General of the
Imperial Guard; painted in 1810 by Robert Lefebvre; hung above the
work…table; and when visitors were announced; Adeline threw into a
drawer an /Imitation of Jesus Christ/; her habitual study。 This
blameless Magdalen thus heard the Voice of the Spirit in her desert。
〃Mariette; my child;〃 said Lisbeth to the woman who opened the door;
〃how is my dear Adeline to…day?〃
〃Oh; she looks pretty well; mademoiselle; but between you and me; if
she goes on in this way; she will kill herself;〃 said Mariette in a
whisper。 〃You really ought to persuade her to live better。 Now;
yesterday madame told me to give her two sous' worth of milk and a
roll for one sou; to get her a herring for dinner and a bit of cold
veal; she had a pound cooked to last her the weekof course; for the
days when she dines at home and alone。 She will not spend more than
ten sous a day for her food。 It is unreasonable。 If I were to say
anything about it to Monsieur le Marechal; he might quarrel with
Monsieur le Baron and leave him nothing; whereas you; who are so kind
and clever; can manage things〃
〃But why do you not apply to my cousin the Baron?〃 said Lisbeth。
〃Oh; dear mademoiselle; he has not been here for three weeks or more;
in fact; not since we last had the pleasure of seeing you! Besides;
madame has forbidden me; under threat of dismissal; ever to ask the
master for money。 But as for grief!oh; poor lady; she has been very
unhappy。 It is the first time that monsieur has neglected her for so
long。 Every time the bell rang she rushed to the windowbut for the
last five days she has sat still in her chair。 She reads。 Whenever she
goes out to see Madame la Comtesse; she says; 'Mariette; if monsieur
comes in;' says she; 'tell him I am at home; and send the porter to
fetch me; he shall be well paid for his trouble。' 〃
〃Poor soul!〃 said Lisbeth; 〃it goes to my heart。 I speak of her to the
Baron every day。 What can I do? 'Yes;' says he; 'Betty; you are right;
I am a wretch。 My wife is an angel; and I am a monster! I will go
to…morrow' And he stays with Madame Marneffe。 That woman is
ruining him; and he worships her; he lives only in her sigh