the nabob-第80章
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〃Yes； you will be a sultana； but II shall be dead and I shall never see you again。〃 And the good Crenmitz in despair huddled herself into a corner of the cab so that she would not be seen weeping。
Felicia was leaving Paris。 She was trying to escape the horrible sadness； the sinister disgust into which Mora's death had thrown her。 What a terrible blow for the proud girl！ /Ennui/； pique； had thrown her into this man's arms； she had given him pridemodestyall； and now he had carried all away with him； leaving her tarnished for life； a tearless widow； without mourning and without dignity。 Two or three visits to Saint…James Villa； a few evenings in the back of some box at some small theatre； behind the curtain that shelters forbidden and shameful pleasure； these were the only memories left to her by this liaison of a fortnight； this loveless intrigue wherein her pride had not found even the satisfaction of the commotion caused by a big scandal。 The useless and indelible stain； the stupid fall of a woman who does not know how to walk and who is embarrassed in her rising by the ironical pity of the passers…by。
For a moment she thought of suicide； then the reflection that it would be set down to a broken heart arrested her。 She saw in a glance the sentimental compassion of the drawing…rooms； the foolish figure that her sham passion would cut among the innumberable love affairs of the duke； and the Parma violets scattered by the pretty Moessards of journalism on her grave； dug so near the other。 Travelling remained to herone of those journeys so distant that they take even one's thoughts into a new world。 Unfortunately the money was wanting。 Then she remembered that on the morrow of her great success at the Exhibition； old Brahim Bey had called to see her； to make her； in behalf of his master； magnificent proposals for certain great works to be executed in Tunis。 She had said No at the time； without allowing herself to be tempted by Oriental remuneration； a splendid hospitality； the finest court in the Bardo for a studio； with its surrounding facades of stone in lacework carving。 But now she was quite willing。 She had to make but a sign； the agreement was immediately concluded； and after an exchange of telegrams； a hasty packing and shutting up of the house； she set out for the railway station as if for a week's absence； astonished herself by her prompt decision； flattered on all the adventurous and artistic sides of her nature by the hope of a new life in an unknown country。
The Bey's pleasure yacht was to await her at Genoa； and in anticipation； closing her eyes in the cab which was taking her to the station； she could see the white stone buildings of an Italian port embracing an iridescent sea where the sunshine was already Eastern； where everything sang； to the very swelling of the sails on the blue water。 Paris； as it happened； was muddy that day； uniformly gray； flooded by one of those continuous rains of which it seems to have the special property； rains that seem to have risen in clouds from its river； from its smoke； from its monster's breath； and to fall in torrents from its roofs； from its spouts； from the innumerable windows of its garrets。 Felicia was impatient to get away from this gloomy Paris； and her feverish impatience found fault with the cabmen who made slow progress with the horses； two sorry creatures of the veritable cab…horse type； with an inexplicable block of carriages and omnibuses crowded together in the vicinity of the Pont de la Concorde。
〃But go on； driver； go on； then。〃
〃I cannot； madame。 It is the funeral procession。〃
She put her head out of the window and drew it back again immediately； terrified。 A line of soldiers marching with reversed arms； a confusion of caps and hats raised from the forehead at the passage of an endless cortege。 It was Mora's funeral procession defiling past。
〃Don't stop here。 Go round；〃 she cried to the cabman。
The vehicle turned about with difficulty； dragging itself regretfully from the superb spectacle which Paris had been awaiting for four days； it remounted the avenues； took the Rue Montaigne； and； with its slow and surly little trot； came out at the Madeleine by the Boulevard Malesherbes。 Here the crowd was greater； more compact。
In the misty rain； the illuminated stained…glass windows of the church； the dull echo of the funeral chants beneath the lavishly distributed black hangings under which the very outline of the Greek temple was lost； filled the whole square with a sense of the office in course of celebration； while the greater part of the immense procession was still squeezed up in the Rue Royale； and as far even as the bridges a long black line connecting the dead man with that gate of the Legislative Assembly through which he had so often passed。 Beyond the Madeleine the highway of the boulevard stretched away empty； and looking bigger between two lines of soldiers with arms reversed； confining the curious to the pavements black with people； all the shops closed； and the balconies； in spite of the rain； overflowing with human beings all leaning forward in the direction of the church； as if to see a mid…Lent festival or the home…coming of victorious troops。 Paris； hungry for the spectacular； constructs it indifferently out of anything； civil war as readily as the burial of a statesman。
It was necessary for the cab to retrace its course again and to make a new circuit； and it is easy to imagine the bad temper of the driver and his beasts； all three of them Parisian in soul and passions； at having to deprive themselves of so fine a show。 Then； as all the life of Paris had been drawn into the great artery of the boulevard； there began through the deserted and silent streetsa capricious and irregular drivethe snail…like progress of a cab taken by the hour。 First touching the extreme points of the Faubourg Saint…Martin and the Faubourg Saint…Denis； returning again towards the centre； and at the conclusion of circuits and dodges finding always the same obstacle in ambush； the same crowd； some fragment of the black defile perceived for a moment at the branching of a street； unfolding itself in the rain to the sound of muffled drumsa dull and heavy sound； like that of earth falling on a coffin…lid。
What torture for Felicia！ It was her weakness and her remorse crossing Paris in this solemn pomp； this funeral train； this public mourning reflected by the very clouds； and the proud girl revolted against this affront done her by fate； and tried to escape from it to the back of the carriage； where she remained exhausted with eyes closed； while old Crenmitz； believing her nervousness to be grief； did her best to comfort her； herself wept over their separation； and hiding also； left the entire window of the cab to the big Algerian hound with his finely modelled head scenting the wind； and his two paws resting in the sash with an heraldic stiffness of pose。 Finally； after a thousand interminable windings； the cab suddenly came to a halt； jolted on again with difficulty amid cries and abuse； then； tossed about； the luggage on top threatening its equilibrium； it ended by coming to a full stop； held prisoner； as it were； at anchor。
〃/Bon Dieu！/ what a mass of people！〃 murmured the Crenmitz； terrified。
Felicia came out of her stupor。
〃Where are we？〃
Under a colourless； smoky sky； blotted out by a fine network of rain and stretched like gauze over everything； there lay an immense space filled by an ocean of humanity surging from all the streets that led to it； and motionless around a lofty column of bronze； which dominated this sea like the gigantic mast of a sunken vessel。 Cavalry in squadrons； with swords drawn； guns in batteries stood at intervals along an open passage； awaiting him who was to come by； perhaps in order to try to retake him； to carry him off by force from the formidable enemy who was bearing him away。 Alas！ all the cavalry charges； all the guns could be of no avail here。 The prisoner was departing； firmly guarded； defended by a triple wall of hardwood； metal； and velvet； impervious to grape…shot； and it was not from those soldiers that he could hope for his deliverance。
〃Get away from this。 I will not stay here；〃 said Felicia；
