a woman of thirty-第6章
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Mme。 d'Aiglemont looked now and again at her sleeping husband。 While she looked； a sudden jolt shook something down upon her knees。 It was her father's portrait； a miniature which she wore suspended about her neck by a black cord。 At the sight of it； the tears； till then kept back； overflowed her eyes； but no one； save perhaps the Englishman； saw them glitter there for a brief moment before they dried upon her pale cheeks。
Colonel d'Aiglemont was on his way to the South。 Marshal Soult was repelling an English invasion of Bearn； and d'Aiglemont； the bearer of the Emperor's orders to the Marshal； seized the opportunity of taking his wife as far as Tours to leave her with an elderly relative of his own； far away from the dangers threatening Paris。
Very shortly the carriage rolled over the paved road of Tours； over the bridge； along the Grande…Rue； and stopped at last before the old mansion of the /ci…devant/ Marquise de Listomere…Landon。
The Marquise de Listomere…Landon； with her white hair； pale face； and shrewd smile； was one of those fine old ladies who still seem to wear the paniers of the eighteenth century； and affects caps of an extinct mode。 They are nearly always caressing in their manners； as if the heyday of love still lingered on for these septuagenarian portraits of the age of Louis Quinze； with the faint perfume of /poudre a la marechale/ always clinging about them。 Bigoted rather than pious； and less of bigots than they seem； women who can tell a story well and talk still better； their laughter comes more readily for an old memory than for a new jestthe present intrudes upon them。
When an old waiting…woman announced to the Marquise de Listomere… Landon （to give her the title which she was soon to resume） the arrival of a nephew whom she had not seen since the outbreak of the war with Spain； the old lady took off her spectacles with alacrity； shut the /Galerie de l'ancienne Cour/ （her favorite work）； and recovered something like youthful activity； hastening out upon the flight of steps to greet the young couple there。
Aunt and niece exchanged a rapid glance of survey。
〃Good…morning； dear aunt；〃 cried the Colonel； giving the old lady a hasty embrace。 〃I am bringing a young lady to put under your wing。 I have come to put my treasure in your keeping。 My Julie is neither jealous nor a coquette； she is as good as an angel。 I hope that she will not be spoiled here；〃 he added； suddenly interrupting himself。
〃Scapegrace！〃 returned the Marquise； with a satirical glance at her nephew。
She did not wait for her niece to approach her； but with a certain kindly graciousness went forward herself to kiss Julie； who stood there thoughtfully； to all appearance more embarrassed than curious concerning her new relation。
〃So we are to make each other's acquaintance； are we； my love？〃 the Marquise continued。 〃Do not be too much alarmed of me。 I always try not to be an old woman with young people。〃
On the way to the drawing…room； the Marquise ordered breakfast for her guests in provincial fashion； but the Count checked his aunt's flow of words by saying soberly that he could only remain in the house while the horses were changing。 On this the three hurried into the drawing… room。 The Colonel had barely time to tell the story of the political and military events which had compelled him to ask his aunt for a shelter for his young wife。 While he talked on without interruption； the older lady looked from her nephew to her niece； and took the sadness in Julie's white face for grief at the enforced separation。 〃Eh！ eh！〃 her looks seemed to say； 〃these young things are in love with each other。〃
The crack of the postilion's whip sounded outside in the silent old grass…grown courtyard。 Victor embraced his aunt once more； and rushed out。
〃Good…bye； dear；〃 he said； kissing his wife； who had followed him down to the carriage。
〃Oh！ Victor； let me come still further with you；〃 she pleaded coaxingly。 〃I do not want to leave you〃
〃Can you seriously mean it？〃
〃Very well；〃 said Julie； 〃since you wish it。〃 The carriage disappeared。
〃So you are very fond of my poor Victor？〃 said the Marquise； interrogating her niece with one of those sagacious glances which dowagers give younger women。
〃Alas； madame！〃 said Julie； 〃must one not love a man well indeed to marry him？〃
The words were spoken with an artless accent which revealed either a pure heart or inscrutable depths。 How could a woman； who had been the friend of Duclos and the Marechal de Richelieu； refrain from trying to read the riddle of this marriage？ Aunt and niece were standing on the steps； gazing after the fast vanishing caleche。 The look in the young Countess' eyes did not mean love as the Marquise understood it。 The good lady was a Provencale； and her passions had been lively。
〃So you were captivated by my good…for…nothing of a nephew？〃 she asked。
Involuntarily Julie shuddered； something in the experienced coquette's look and tone seemed to say that Mme。 de Listomere…Landon's knowledge of her husband's character went perhaps deeper than his wife's。 Mme。 d'Aiglemont； in dismay； took refuge in this transparent dissimulation； ready to her hand； the first resource of an artless unhappiness。 Mme。 de Listomere appeared to be satisfied with Julie's answers； but in her secret heart she rejoiced to think that here was a love affair on hand to enliven her solitude； for that her niece had some amusing flirtation on foot she was fully convinced。
In the great drawing…room； hung with tapestry framed in strips of gilding； young Mme。 d'Aiglemont sat before a blazing fire； behind a Chinese screen placed to shut out the cold draughts from the window； and her heavy mood scarcely lightened。 Among the old eighteenth… century furniture； under the old paneled ceiling； it was not very easy to be gay。 Yet the young Parisienne took a sort of pleasure in this entrance upon a life of complete solitude and in the solemn silence of the old provincial house。 She exchanged a few words with the aunt； a stranger； to whom she had written a bride's letter on her marriage； and then sat as silent as if she had been listening to an opera。 Not until two hours had been spent in an atmosphere of quiet befitting la Trappe； did she suddenly awaken to a sense of uncourteous behavior； and bethink herself of the short answers which she had given her aunt。 Mme。 de Listomere； with the gracious tact characteristic of a bygone age； had respected her niece's mood。 When Mme。 d'Aiglemont became conscious of her shortcomings； the dowager sat knitting； though as a matter of fact she had several times left the room to superintend preparations in the Green Chamber； whither the Countess' luggage had been transported； now； however； she had returned to her great armchair； and stole a glance from time to time at this young relative。 Julie felt ashamed of giving way to irresistible broodings； and tried to earn her pardon by laughing at herself。
〃My dear child； /we/ know the sorrows of widowhood；〃 returned her aunt。 But only the eyes of forty years could have distinguished the irony hovering about the old lady's mouth。
Next morning the Countess improved。 She talked。 Mme。 de Listomere no longer despaired of fathoming the new…made wife； whom yesterday she had set down as a dull； unsociable creature； and discoursed on the delights of the country； of dances； of houses where they could visit。 All that day the Marquise's questions were so many snares； it was the old habit of the old Court； she could not help setting traps to discover her niece's character。 For several days Julie； plied with temptations； steadfastly declined to seek amusement abroad； and much as the old lady's pride longed to exhibit her pretty niece； she was fain to renounce all hope of taking her into society； for the young Countess was still in morning for her father； and found in her loss and her mourning dress a pretext for her sadness and desire for seclusion。
By the end of the week the dowager admired Julie's angelic sweetness of disposition； her diffident charm； her indulgent temper； and thenceforward began to take a prodigious interest in the mysterious sadness gnawing at this young heart。 The Countess was one of those women who
