the collection of antiquities-第22章
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test of his full…length figuresCelimene； Celimene is the typical aristocratic woman； as Figaro； the second edition of Panurge； represents the people。
So； the Duchess； being overwhelmed with debt； laid it upon herself to give no more than a moment's thought to the avalanche of cares； and to take her resolution once and for all； Napoleon could take up or lay down the burden of his thoughts in precisely the same way。 The Duchess possessed the faculty of standing aloof from herself； she could look on as a spectator at the crash when it came； instead of submitting to be buried beneath。 This was certainly great； but repulsive in a woman。 When she awoke in the morning she collected her thoughts； and by the time she had begun to dress she had looked at the danger in its fullest extent and faced the possibilities of terrific downfall。 She pondered。 Should she take refuge in a foreign country？ Or should she go to the King and declare her debts to him？ Or again； should she fascinate a du Tillet or a Nucingen； and gamble on the stock exchange to pay her creditors？ The city man would find the money； he would be intelligent enough to bring her nothing but the profits； without so much as mentioning the losses； a piece of delicacy which would gloss all over。 The catastrophe； and these various ways of averting it； had all been reviewed quite coolly； calmly； and without trepidation。
As a naturalist takes up some king of butterflies and fastens him down on cotton…wool with a pin； so Mme。 de Maufrigneuse had plucked love out of her heart while she pondered the necessity of the moment； and was quite ready to replace the beautiful passion on its immaculate setting so soon as her duchess' coronet was safe。 SHE knew none of the hesitation which Cardinal Richelieu hid from all the world but Pere Joseph； none of the doubts that Napoleon kept at first entirely to himself。 〃Either the one or the other；〃 she told herself。
She was sitting by the fire； giving orders for her toilette for a drive in the Bois if the weather should be fine； when Victurnien came in。
The Comte d'Esgrignon； with all his stifled capacity； his so keen intellect； was in exactly the state which might have been looked for in the woman。 His heart was beating violently； the perspiration broke out over him as he stood in his dandy's trappings； he was afraid as yet to lay a hand on the corner…stone which upheld the pyramid of his life with Diane。 So much it cost him to know the truth。 The cleverest men are fain to deceive themselves on one or two points if the truth once known is likely to humiliate them in their own eyes； and damage themselves with themselves。 Victurnien forced his own irresolution into the field by committing himself。
〃What is the matter with you？〃 Diane de Maufrigneuse had said at once； at the sight of her beloved Victurnien's face。
〃Why； dear Diane； I am in such a perplexity； a man gone to the bottom and at his last gasp is happy in comparison。〃
〃Pshaw！ it is nothing；〃 said she； 〃you are a child。 Let us see now； tell me about it。〃
〃I am hopelessly in debt。 I have come to the end of my tether。〃
〃Is that all？〃 said she； smiling at him。 〃Money matters can always be arranged somehow or other； nothing is irretrievable except disasters in love。〃
Victurnien's mind being set at rest by this swift comprehension of his position； he unrolled the bright…colored web of his life for the last two years and a half； but it was the seamy side of it which he displayed with something of genius； and still more of wit； to his Diane。 He told his tale with the inspiration of the moment； which fails no one in great crises； he had sufficient artistic skill to set it off by a varnish of delicate scorn for men and things。 It was an aristocrat who spoke。 And the Duchess listened as she could listen。
One knee was raised； for she sat with her foot on a stool。 She rested her elbow on her knee and leant her face on her hand so that her fingers closed daintily over her shapely chin。 Her eyes never left his； but thoughts by myriads flitted under the blue surface； like gleams of stormy light between two clouds。 Her forehead was calm； her mouth gravely intentgrave with love； her lips were knotted fast by Victurnien's lips。 To have her listening thus was to believe that a divine love flowed from her heart。 Wherefore； when the Count had proposed flight to this soul； so closely knit to his own； he could not help crying； 〃You are an angel！〃
The fair Maufrigneuse made silent answer； but she had not spoken as yet。
〃Good； very good；〃 she said at last。 （She had not given herself up to the love expressed in her face； her mind had been entirely absorbed by deep…laid schemes which she kept to herself。） 〃But THAT is not the question； dear。〃 （The 〃angel〃 was only 〃that〃 by this time。） 〃Let us think of your affairs。 Yes； we will go； and the sooner the better。 Arrange it all； I will follow you。 It is glorious to leave Paris and the world behind。 I will set about my preparations in such a way that no one can suspect anything。〃
I WILL FOLLOW YOU！ Just so Mlle。 Mars might have spoken those words to send a thrill through two thousand listening men and women。 When a Duchesse de Maufrigneuse offers； in such words； to make such a sacrifice to love； she has paid her debt。 How should Victurnien speak of sordid details after that？ He could so much the better hide his schemes； because Diane was particularly careful not to inquire into them。 She was now； and always； as de Marsay said； an invited guest at a banquet wreathed with roses； a banquet which mankind； as in duty bound； made ready for her。
Victurnien would not go till the promise had been sealed。 He must draw courage from his happiness before he could bring himself to do a deed on which； as he inwardly told himself； people would be certain to put a bad construction。 Still （and this was the thought that decided him） he counted on his aunt and father to hush up the affair； he even counted on Chesnel。 Chesnel would think of one more compromise。 Besides； 〃this business；〃 as he called it in his thoughts； was the only way of raising money on the family estate。 With three hundred thousand francs； he and Diane would lead a happy life hidden in some palace in Venice； and there they would forget the world。 They went through their romance in advance。
Next day Victurnien made out a bill for three hundred thousand francs； and took it to the Kellers。 The Kellers advanced the money； for du Croisier happened to have a balance at the time； but they wrote to let him know that he must not draw again on them without giving them notice。 Du Croisier； much astonished； asked for a statement of accounts。 It was sent。 Everything was explained。 The day of his vengeance had arrived。
When Victurnien had drawn 〃his〃 money； he took it to Mme。 de Maufrigneuse。 She locked up the banknotes in her desk； and proposed to bid the world farewell by going to the Opera to see it for the last time。 Victurnien was thoughtful； absent； and uneasy。 He was beginning to reflect。 He thought that his seat in the Duchess' box might cost him dear； that perhaps； when he had put the three hundred thousand francs in safety； it would be better to travel post； to fall at Chesnel's feet； and tell him all。 But before they left the opera… house； the Duchess； in spite of herself； gave Victurnien an adorable glance； her eyes were shining with the desire to go back once more to bid farewell to the nest which she loved so much。 And boy that he was； he lost a night。
The next day； at three o'clock； he was back again at the Hotel de Maufrigneuse； he had come to take the Duchess' orders for that night's escape。 And； 〃Why should we go？〃 asked she； 〃I have thought it all out。 The Vicomtesse de Beauseant and the Duchesse de Langeais disappeared。 If I go too； it will be something quite commonplace。 We will brave the storm。 It will be a far finer thing to do。 I am sure of success。〃 Victurnien's eyes dazzled； he felt as if his skin were dissolving and the blood oozing out all over him。
〃What is the matter with you？〃 cried the fair Diane； noticing a hesitation which a woman never forgives。 Your truly adroit lover will hasten to agree with any fancy that Woman may take into her head； and suggest r
