第57章

类别:其他 作者:Linda Lael Miller字数:4532更新时间:18/12/26 17:01:03
Incaseyouwillconsenttorelieveme,andjudgeforyourselfthemiseryinwhichInowam,IliveintherueduHoussay,atthecorneroftherueChantereine,onthefifthfloor。IfIcannotpaymyrentto-morrowIshallbeputout——andthen,wherecanIgo? MayIcallmyself,Yoursister-in-law,ComtesseFloredeBrambourg。 “Whatapitofinfamy!“criedJoseph;“thereissomethingunderitall。“ “Letussendforthewomanwhobroughttheletter;wemaygettheprefaceofthestory,“saidBixiou。 Thewomanpresentlyappeared,looking,asBixiouobserved,likeperambulatingrags。Shewas,infact,amassofoldgowns,oneontopofanother,fringedwithmudonaccountoftheweather,thewholemountedontwothicklegswithheavyfeetwhichwereill-coveredbyraggedstockingsandshoesfromwhosecracksthewateroozeduponthefloor。AbovethemoundofragsroseaheadlikethosethatCharlethasgiventohisscavenger-women,caparisonedwithafilthybandannahandkerchiefslitinthefolds。 “Whatisyourname?“saidJoseph,whileBixiousketchedher,leaningonanumbrellabelongingtotheyearII。oftheRepublic。 “MadameGruget,atyourservice。I’veseenbetterdays,myyounggentleman,“shesaidtoBixiou,whoselaughaffrontedher。“Ifmypoorgirlhadn’thadtheill-lucktolovesomeonetoomuch,youwouldn’tseemewhatIam。Shedrownedherselfintheriver,mypoorIda,—— savingyourpresence!I’vehadthefollytonurseupaquaterne,andthat’swhy,atseventy-sevenyearsofage,I’mobligedtotakecareofsickfolksfortensousaday,andgo——“ “——withoutclothes?“saidBixiou。“Mygrandmothernursedupatrey,butshedressedherselfproperly。“ “OutofmytensousIhavetopayforalodging——“ “What’sthematterwiththeladyyouarenursing?“ “Inthefirstplace,shehasn’tgotanymoney;andthenshehasadiseasethatscaresthedoctors。Sheowesmeforsixtydays’nursing; that’swhyIkeeponnursingher。Thehusband,whoisacount,——sheisreallyacountess,——willnodoubtpaymewhensheisdead;andsoI’velentherallIhad。AndnowIhaven’tanything;allIdidhavehasgonetothepawn-brokers。Sheowesmeforty-sevenfrancsandtwelvesous,besidethirtyfrancsforthenursing。Shewantstokillherselfwithcharcoal。Itellheritain’tright;and,indeed,I’vehadtogettheconciergetolookafterherwhileI’mgone,orshe’slikelytojumpoutofthewindow。“ “Butwhat’sthematterwithher?“saidJoseph。 “Ah!monsieur,thedoctorfromtheSisters’hospitalcame;butastothedisease,“saidMadameGruget,assumingamodestair,“hetoldmeshemustgotothehospital。Thecaseishopeless。“ “Letusgoandseeher,“saidBixiou。 “Here,“saidJosephtothewoman,“takethesetenfrancs。“ Plunginghishandintotheskullandtakingoutallhisremainingmoney,thepaintercalledacoachfromtherueMazarinandwenttofindBianchon,whowasfortunatelyathome。MeantimeBixiouwentoffatfullspeedtotheruedeBussy,afterDesroches。ThefourfriendsreachedFlore’sretreatintherueduHoussayanhourlater。 “ThatMephistophelesonhorseback,namedPhilippeBridau,“saidBixiou,astheymountedthestaircase,“hassailedhisboatcleverlytogetridofhiswife。YouknowouroldfriendLousteau?well,PhilippepaidhimathousandfrancsamonthtokeepMadameBridauinthesocietyofFlorine,Mariette,Tullia,andtheVal-Noble。WhenPhilippesawhiscrab-girlsousedtopleasureanddressthatshecouldn’tdowithoutthem,hestoppedpayingthemoney,andlefthertogetitasshecould——itiseasytoknowhow。Bytheendofeighteenmonths,thebrutehadforcedhiswife,stagebystage,lowerandlower;tillatlast,bythehelpofayoungofficer,hegaveheratastefordrinking。Ashewentupintheworld,hiswifewentdown; andthecountessisnowinthemud。Thegirl,bredinthecountry,hasastrongconstitution。Idon’tknowwhatmeansPhilippehaslatelytakentogetridofher。Iamanxioustostudythispreciouslittledrama,forIamdeterminedtoavengeJosephhere。Alas,friends,“headded,inatonewhichlefthisthreecompanionsindoubtwhetherhewasjestingorspeakingseriously,“giveamanovertoaviceandyou’llgetridofhim。Didn’tHugosay:’Shelovedaball,anddiedofit’?Soitis。Mygrandmotherlovedthelottery。OldRougetlovedalooselife,andLolottekilledhim。MadameBridau,poorwoman,lovedPhilippe,andperishedofit。Vice!vice!mydearfriends,doyouwanttoknowwhatviceis?ItistheBonneauofdeath。“ “Thenyou’lldieofajoke,“saidDesroches,laughing。 Abovethefourthfloor,theyoungmenwereforcedtoclimboneofthesteep,straightstairwaysthatarealmostladders,bywhichtheatticsofParisianhousesareoftenreached。ThoughJoseph,whorememberedFloreinallherbeauty,expectedtoseesomefrightfulchange,hewasnotpreparedforthehideousspectaclewhichnowsmotehisartist’seye。Inaroomwithbare,unpaperedwalls,underthesharppitchofanatticroof,onacotwhosescantymattresswasfilled,perhaps,withrefusecotton,awomanlay,greenasabodythathasbeendrownedtwodays,thinasaconsumptiveanhourbeforedeath。Thisputridskeletonhadamiserablecheckedhandkerchiefboundaboutherhead,whichhadlostitshair。Thecircleroundtheholloweyeswasred,andtheeyelidswerelikethepellicleofanegg。Nothingremainedofthebody,oncesocaptivating,butanignoble,bonystructure。AsFlorecaughtsightofthevisitors,shedrewacrossherbreastabitofmuslinwhichmighthavebeenafragmentofawindow-curtain,foritwasedgedwithrustasfromarod。Theyoungmensawtwochairs,abrokenbureauonwhichwasatallow-candlestuckintoapotato,afewdishesonthefloor,andanearthenfire-potinacornerofthechimney,inwhichtherewasnofire;thiswasallthefurnitureoftheroom。Bixiounoticedtheremainingsheetsofwriting-paper,broughtfromsomeneighboringgroceryfortheletterwhichthetwowomenhaddoubtlessconcoctedtogether。Theword“disgusting“isapositivetowhichnosuperlativeexists,andwemustthereforeuseittoconveytheimpressioncausedbythissight。WhenthedyingwomansawJosephapproachingher,twogreattearsrolleddownhercheeks。 “Shecanstillweep!“whisperedBixiou。“Astrangesight,——tearsfromdominos!ItislikethemiracleofMoses。“ “Howburntup!“criedJoseph。 “Inthefiresofrepentance,“saidFlore。“Icannotgetapriest;I havenothing,notevenacrucifix,tohelpmeseeGod。Ah,monsieur!“ shecried,raisingherarms,thatwereliketwopiecesofcarvedwood,“Iamaguiltywoman;butGodneverpunishedanyoneashehaspunishedme!PhilippekilledMax,whoadvisedmetododreadfulthings,andnowhehaskilledme。Goduseshimasascourge!“ “Leavemealonewithher,“saidBianchon,“andletmefindoutifthediseaseiscurable。“ “Ifyoucureher,PhilippeBridauwilldieofrage,“saidDesroches。 “Iamgoingtodrawupastatementoftheconditioninwhichwehavefoundhiswife。Hehasnotbroughtherbeforethecourtsasanadulteress,andthereforeherrightsasawifeareintact:heshallhavetheshameofasuit。Butfirst,wemustremovetheComtessedeBrambourgtotheprivatehospitalofDoctorDubois,intherueduFaubourg-Saint-Denis。Shewillbewellcaredforthere。ThenIwillsummonthecountfortherestorationoftheconjugalhome。“ “Bravo,Desroches!“criedBixiou。“Whatapleasuretodosomuchgoodthatwillmakesomepeoplefeelsobadly!“ Tenminuteslater,Bianchoncamedownandjoinedthem。 “IamgoingstraighttoDespleins,“hesaid。“Hecansavethewomanbyanoperation。Ah!hewilltakegoodcareofthecase,forherabuseofliquorhasdevelopedamagnificentdiseasewhichwasthoughttobelost。“ “Wagofamangler!Isn’ttherebutonediseaseinlife?“criedBixiou。 ButBianchonwasalreadyoutofsight,sogreatwashishastetotellDespleinsthewonderfulnews。Twohourslater,Joseph’smiserablesister-in-lawwasremovedtothedecenthospitalestablishedbyDoctorDubois,whichwasafterwardboughtofhimbythecityofParis。Threeweekslater,the“HospitalGazette“publishedanaccountofoneoftheboldestoperationsofmodernsurgery,onacasedesignatedbytheinitials“F。B。“Thepatientdied,——morefromtheexhaustionproducedbymiseryandstarvationthanfromtheeffectsofthetreatment。 Nosoonerdidthisoccur,thantheComtedeBrambourgwent,indeepmourning,tocallontheComtedeSoulanges,andinformhimofthesadlosshehadjustsustained。Soonafter,itwaswhisperedaboutinthefashionableworldthattheComtedeSoulangeswouldshortlymarryhisdaughtertoaparvenuofgreatmerit,whowasabouttobeappointedbrigadier-generalandreceivecommandofaregimentoftheRoyalGuard。DeMarsaytoldthisnewstoEugenedeRastignac,astheyweresuppingtogetherattheRocherdeCancale,whereBixiouhappenedtobe。 “Itshallnottakeplace!“saidthewittyartisttohimself。 AmongthemanyoldfriendswhomPhilippenowrefusedtorecognize,thereweresome,likeGiroudeau,whowereunabletorevengethemselves;butithappenedthathehadwoundedBixiou,who,thankstohisbrilliantqualities,waseverywherereceived,andwhoneverforgaveaninsult。OnedayattheRocherdeCancale,beforeanumberofwell-bredpersonswhoweresuppingthere,PhilippehadrepliedtoBixiou,whospokeofvisitinghimatthehoteldeBrambourg:“Youcancomeandseemewhenyouaremadeaminister。“ “AmItoturnProtestantbeforeIcanvisityou?“saidBixiou,pretendingtomisunderstandthespeech;buthesaidtohimself,“YoumaybeGoliath,butIhavegotmysling,andplentyofstones。“ Thenextdayhewenttoanactor,whowasoneofhisfriends,andmetamorphosedhimself,bytheall-powerfulaidofdress,intoasecularizedpriestwithgreenspectacles;thenhetookacarriageanddrovetothehoteldeSoulanges。Receivedbythecount,onsendinginamessagethathewantedtospeakwithhimonamatterofseriousimportance,herelatedinafeignedvoicethewholestoryofthedeadcountess,thesecretparticularsofwhosehorribledeathhadbeenconfidedtohimbyBianchon;thehistoryofAgathe’sdeath;thehistoryofoldRouget’sdeath,ofwhichtheComtedeBrambourghadopenlyboasted;thehistoryofMadameDescoings’sdeath;thehistoryofthetheftfromthenewspaper;andthehistoryofPhilippe’sprivatemoralsduringhisearlydays。