modeste mignon-第63章
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of joy came to him intermingled with melancholy meditations on the one
theme; 〃I have lost her;〃 and made him all the more interesting to
those who watched him; because his face and his whole person were in
keeping with his profound feeling。 There is nothing more poetic than a
living elegy; animated by a pair of eyes; walking about; and sighing
without rhymes。
The Duc d'Herouville arrived at last to arrange for Modeste's
departure; after crossing the Seine she was to be conveyed in the
duke's caleche; accompanied by the Demoiselles d'Herouville。 The duke
was charmingly courteous; he begged Canalis and La Briere to be of the
party; assuring them; as he did the colonel; that he had taken
particular care that hunters should be provided for them。 The colonel
invited the three lovers to breakfast on the morning of the start。
Canalis then began to put into execution a plan that he had been
maturing in his own mind for the last few days; namely; to quietly
reconquer Modeste; and throw over the duchess; La Briere; and the
duke。 A graduate of diplomacy could hardly remain stuck in the
position in which he found himself。 On the other hand La Briere had
come to the resolution of bidding Modeste an eternal farewell。 Each
suitor was therefore on the watch to slip in a last word; like the
defendant's counsel to the court before judgment is pronounced; for
all felt that the three weeks' struggle was approaching its
conclusion。 After dinner on the evening before the start was to be
made; the colonel had taken his daughter by the arm and made her feel
the necessity of deciding。
〃Our position with the d'Herouville family will be quite intolerable
at Rosembray;〃 he said to her。 〃Do you mean to be a duchess?〃
〃No; father;〃 she answered。
〃Then do you love Canalis?〃
〃No; papa; a thousand times no!〃 she exclaimed with the impatience of
a child。
The colonel looked at her with a sort of joy。
〃Ah; I have not influenced you;〃 cried the true father; 〃and I will
now confess that I chose my son…in…law in Paris when; having made him
believe that I had but little fortune; he grasped my hand and told me
I took a weight from his mind〃
〃Who is it you mean?〃 asked Modeste; coloring。
〃THE MAN OF FIXED PRINCIPLES AND SOUND MORALITIES;〃 said her father;
slyly; repeating the words which had dissolved poor Modeste's dream on
the day after his return。
〃I was not even thinking of him; papa。 Please leave me at liberty to
refuse the duke myself; I understand him; and I know how to soothe
him。〃
〃Then your choice is not made?〃
〃Not yet; there is another syllable or two in the charade of my
destiny still to be guessed; but after I have had a glimpse of court
life at Rosembray I will tell you my secret。〃
〃Ah! Monsieur de La Briere;〃 cried the colonel; as the young man
approached them along the garden path in which they were walking; 〃I
hope you are going to this hunt?〃
〃No; colonel;〃 answered Ernest。 〃I have come to take leave of you and
of mademoiselle; I return to Paris〃
〃You have no curiosity;〃 said Modeste; interrupting; and looking at
him。
〃A wishthat I cannot expectwould suffice to keep me;〃 he replied。
〃If that is all; you must stay to please me; I wish it;〃 said the
colonel; going forward to meet Canalis; and leaving his daughter and
La Briere together for a moment。
〃Mademoiselle;〃 said the young man; raising his eyes to hers with the
boldness of a man without hope; 〃I have an entreaty to make to you。〃
〃To me?〃
〃Let me carry away with me your forgiveness。 My life can never be
happy; it must be full of remorse for having lost my happinessno
doubt by my own fault; but; at least;〃
〃Before we part forever;〃 said Modeste; interrupting a la Canalis; and
speaking in a voice of some emotion; 〃I wish to ask you one thing; and
though you once disguised yourself; I think you cannot be so base as
to deceive me now。〃
The taunt made him turn pale; and he cried out; 〃Oh; you are
pitiless!〃
〃Will you be frank?〃
〃You have the right to ask me that degrading question;〃 he said; in a
voice weakened by the violent palpitation of his heart。
〃Well; then; did you read my letters to Monsieur de Canalis?〃
〃No; mademoiselle; and I allowed your father to read them it was to
justify my love by showing him how it was born; and how sincere my
efforts were to cure you of your fancy。〃
〃But how came the idea of that unworthy masquerade ever to arise?〃 she
said; with a sort of impatience。
La Briere related truthfully the scene in the poet's study which
Modeste's first letter had occasioned; and the sort of challenge that
resulted from his expressing a favorable opinion of a young girl thus
led toward a poet's fame; as a plant seeks its share of the sun。
〃You have said enough;〃 said Modeste; restraining some emotion。 〃If
you have not my heart; monsieur; you have at least my esteem。〃
These simple words gave the young man a violent shock; feeling himself
stagger; he leaned against a tree; like a man deprived for a moment of
reason。 Modest; who had left him; turned her head and came hastily
back。
〃What is the matter?〃 she asked; taking his hand to prevent him from
falling。
〃Forgive meI thought you despised me。〃
〃But;〃 she answered; with a distant and disdainful manner; 〃I did not
say that I loved you。〃
And she left him again。 But this time; in spite of her harshness; La
Briere thought he walked on air; the earth softened under his feet;
the trees bore flowers; the skies were rosy; the air cerulean; as they
are in the temples of Hymen in those fairy pantomimes which finish
happily。 In such situations every woman is a Janus; and sees behind
her without turning round; and thus Modeste perceived on the face of
her lover the indubitable symptoms of a love like Butscha's;surely
the 〃ne plus ultra〃 of a woman's hope。 Moreover; the great value which
La Briere attached to her opinion filled Modeste with an emotion that
was inestimably sweet。
〃Mademoiselle;〃 said Canalis; leaving the colonel and waylaying
Modeste; 〃in spite of the little value you attach to my sentiments; my
honor is concerned in effacing a stain under which I have suffered too
long。 Here is a letter which I received from the Duchesse de Chaulieu
five days after my arrival in Havre。〃
He let Modeste read the first lines of the letter we have seen; which
the duchess began by saying that she had seen Mongenod; and now wished
to marry her poet to Modeste; then he tore that passage from the body
of the letter; and placed the fragment in her hand。
〃I cannot let you read the rest;〃 he said; putting the paper in his
pocket; 〃but I confide these few lines to your discretion; so that you
may verify the writing。 A young girl who could accuse me of ignoble
sentiments is quite capable of suspecting some collusion; some
trickery。 Ah; Modeste;〃 he said; with tears in his voice; 〃your poet;
the poet of Madame de Chaulieu; has no less poetry in his heart than
in his mind。 You are about to see the duchess; suspend your judgment
of me till then。〃
He left Modeste half bewildered。
〃Oh; dear!〃 she said to herself; 〃it seems they are all angelsand
not marriageable; the duke is the only one that belongs to humanity。〃
〃Mademoiselle Modeste;〃 said Butscha; appearing with a parcel under
his arm; 〃this hunt makes me very uneasy。 I dreamed your horse ran
away with you; and I have been to Rouen to see if I could get a
Spanish bit which; they tell me; a horse can't take between his teeth。
I entreat you to use it。 I have shown it to the colonel; and he has
thanked me more than there is any occasion for。〃
〃Poor; dear Butscha!〃 cried Modeste; moved to tears by this maternal
care。
Butscha went skipping off like a man who has just heard of the death
of a rich uncle。
〃My dear father;〃 said Modeste; returning to the salon; 〃I sh