the nabob-第64章
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accustomed to the pronunciation of those high…sounding； interminable names； always followed by that of the locality： 〃Paganetti de Porto Vecchio； Bastelica di Bonifacio； Paianatchi de Barbicaglia。〃
It was always a pleasure to me to modulate these Italian syllables； to give them all their sonority； and I saw clearly； from the bewildered airs of these worthy islanders； how charmed and surprised they were to be introduced in such a manner into the high society of the Continent。 But with the Turks； these pashas； beys； and effendis； I had much more trouble； and I must have happened often to fall on a wrong pronunciation； for M。 Jansoulet； on two separate occasions； sent word to me to pay more attention to the names that were given to me； and especially to announce in a more natural manner。 This remark； uttered aloud before the whole vestibule with a certain roughness； annoyed me greatly； and prevented meshall I confess it？from pitying this rich /parvenu/ when I learned； in the course of the evening； what cruel thorns lay concealed in his bed of roses。
From half past ten until midnight the bell was constantly ringing； carriages rolling up under the portico； guests succeeding one another； deputies； senators； councillors of state； municipal councillors； who looked much rather as though they were attending a meeting of shareholders than an evening…party of society people。 What could account for this？ I had not succeeded in finding an explanation； but a remark of the beadle Nicklauss opened my eyes。
〃Do you notice； M。 Passajon；〃 said that worthy henchman； as he stood opposite me； halberd in hand； 〃do you notice how few ladies we have？〃
That was it； egad！ Nor were we the only two to observe the fact。 As each new arrival made his entry I could hear the Nabob； who was standing near the door； exclaim； with consternation in his thick voice like that of a Marseillais with a cold in his head：
〃What！ all alone？〃
The guest would murmur his excuses。 〃Mn…mn…mnhis wife a trifle indisposed。 Certainly very sorry。〃 Then another would arrive； and the same question call forth the same reply。
By its constant repetition this phrase 〃All alone？〃 had eventually become a jest in the vestibule； lackeys and footmen threw it at each other whenever there entered a new guest 〃all alone！〃 And we laughed and were put in good…humour by it。 But M。 Nicklauss； with his great experience of the world； deemed this almost general abstention of the fair sex unnatural。
〃It must be the article in the /Messenger/；〃 said he。
Everybody was talking about it； this rascally article； and before the mirror garlanded with flowers； at which each guest gave a finishing touch to his attire before entering； I surprised fragments of whispered conversation such as this：
〃You have read it？〃
〃It is horrible！〃
〃Do you think the thing possible？〃
〃I have no idea。 In any case； I preferred not to bring my wife。〃
〃I have done the same。 A man can go everywhere without compromising himself。〃
〃Certainly。 While a woman〃
Then they would go in； opera hat under arm； with that conquering air of married men when they are unaccompanied by their wives。
What； then； could there be in this newspaper； this terrible article； to menace to this degree the influence of so wealthy a man？ Unfortunately； my duties took up the whole of my time。 I could go down neither to the pantry nor to the cloak…room to obtain information； to chat with the coachmen and valets and lackeys whom I could see standing at the foot of the staircase； amusing themselves by jests upon the people who were going up。 What will you？ Masters give themselves great airs also。 How not laugh to see go by with an insolent manner and an empty stomach the Marquis and the Marquise de Bois l'Hery； after all that we have been told about the traffickings of Monsieur and the toilettes of Madame？ And the Jenkins couple； so tender； so united； the doctor carefully putting a lace shawl over his lady's shoulders for fear she should take cold on the staircase； she herself smiling and in full dress； all in velvet； with a great long train； leaning on her husband's arm with an air that seems to say； 〃How happy I am！〃 when I happened to know that； in fact； since the death of the Irishwoman； his real； legitimate wife； the doctor is thinking of getting rid of the old woman who clings to him； in order to be able to marry a chit of a girl； and that the old woman passes her nights in lamentation； and in spoiling with tears whatever beauty she has left。
The humorous thing is that not one of these people had the least suspicion of the rich jests and jeers that were spat over their backs as they passed； not a notion of the filth which those long trains drew after them as they crossed the carpet of the antechamber； and they all would look at you so disdainfully that it was enough to make you die of laughing。
The two ladies whom I have just named； the wife of the governor； a little Corsican； to whom her bushy eyebrows； her white teeth； and her shining cheeks； dark beneath the skin； give the appearance of a woman of Auvergne with a washed face； a good sort； for the rest； and laughing all the time except when her husband is looking at other women； in addition； a few Levantines with tiaras of gold or pearls； less perfect specimens of the type than our own； but still in a similar style； wives of upholsterers； jewellers； regular tradesmen of the establishment； with shoulders as large as shop…fronts； and expensive toilettes； finally； sundry ladies； wives of officials of the Territorial； in sorry； badly creased dresses； these constituted the sole representation of the fair sex in the assembly； some thirty ladies lost among a thousand black coatsthat is to say； practically none at all。 From time to time Cassagne； Laporte； Grandvarlet； who were serving the refreshments in trays； stopped to inform us of what was passing in the drawing…rooms。
〃Ah； my boys； if you could see it！ it has a gloom； a melancholy。 The men don't stir from the buffets。 The ladies are all at the back； seated in a circle； fanning themselves and saying nothing。 The fat old lady does not speak to a soul。 I fancy she is sulking。 You should see the look on Monsieur！ Come； /pere/ Passajon； a glass of Chateau… Larose； it will pick you up a bit。〃
They were charmingly kind to me； all these young people； and took a mischievous pleasure in doing me the honours of the cellar so often and so copiously； that my tongue commenced to become heavy； uncertain； and as the young folk said to me； in their somewhat free language。 〃Uncle； you are babbling。〃 Happily the last of the effendis had just arrived； and there was nobody else to announce； for it was in vain that I sought to shake off the impression； every time I advanced between the curtains to send a name hurtling through the air at random； I saw the chandeliers of the drawing…rooms revolving with hundreds of dazzling lights； and the floors slipping away with sharp and perpendicular slopes like Russian mountains。 I was bound to get my speech mixed； it is certain。
The cool night…air； sundry ablutions at the pump in the court…yard； quickly got the better of this small discomfort； and when I entered the cloak…room nothing of it was any longer apparent。 I found a numerous and gay company collected round a /marquise au champagne/； of which all my nieces； wearing their best dresses； with their hair puffed out and cravats of pink ribbon； took their full share notwithstanding exclamations and bewitching little grimaces that deceived nobody。 Naturally； the conversation turned on the famous article； an article by Moessard； it appears； full of frightful occupations which the Nabob was alleged to have followed fifteen or twenty years ago； at the time of his first sojourn in Paris。
It was the third attack of the kind which the /Messenger/ had published in the course of the last week； and that rogue of a Moessard had the spite to send the number each time done up in a packet to the Place Vendome。
M。 Jansoulet received it in the morning with his chocolate； and at the same hour his friends and his enemiesfor a man like the Nabob could be regarded with indifference by nonewould be reading； commenting； tracing for themselves the relation
