第 7 节
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  Albert quietly kept the upper hand and made Alfred Boucher his devoted
  adherent。 Alfred was the only man in Besancon with whom the king of
  the bar was on familiar terms。 Alfred came in the morning to discuss
  the articles for the next number with Albert in the garden。 It is
  needless to say that the trial number contained a 〃Meditation〃 by
  Alfred; which Savaron approved。 In his conversations with Alfred;
  Albert would let drop some great ideas; subjects for articles of which
  Alfred availed himself。 And thus the merchant's son fancied he was
  making capital out of the great man。 To Alfred; Albert was a man of
  genius; of profound politics。 The commercial world; enchanted at the
  success of the /Review/; had to pay up only three…tenths of their
  shares。 Two hundred more subscribers; and the periodical would pay a
  dividend to the share…holders of five per cent; the editor remaining
  unpaid。 This editing; indeed; was beyond price。
  After the third number the /Review/ was recognized for exchange by all
  the papers published in France; which Albert henceforth read at home。
  This third number included a tale signed 〃A。 S。;〃 and attributed to
  the famous lawyer。 In spite of the small attention paid by the higher
  circle of Besancon to the /Review/ which was accused of Liberal views;
  this; the first novel produced in the county; came under discussion
  that mid…winter at Madame de Chavoncourt's。
  〃Papa;〃 said Rosalie; 〃a /Review/ is published in Besancon; you ought
  to take it in; and keep it in your room; for mamma would not let me
  read it; but you will lend it to me。〃
  Monsieur de Watteville; eager to obey his dear Rosalie; who for the
  last five months had given him so many proofs of filial affection;
  Monsieur de Watteville went in person to subscribe for a year to the
  /Eastern Review/; and lent the four numbers already out to his
  daughter。 In the course of the night Rosalie devoured the talethe
  first she had ever read in her lifebut she had only known life for
  two months past。 Hence the effect produced on her by this work must
  not be judged by ordinary rules。 Without prejudice of any kind as to
  the greater or less merit of this composition from the pen of a
  Parisian who had thus imported into the province the manner; the
  brilliancy; if you will; of the new literary school; it could not fail
  to be a masterpiece to a young girl abandoning all her intelligence
  and her innocent heart to her first reading of this kind。
  Also; from what she had heard said; Rosalie had by intuition conceived
  a notion of it which strangely enhanced the interest of this novel。
  She hoped to find in it the sentiments; and perhaps something of the
  life of Albert。 From the first pages this opinion took so strong a
  hold on her; that after reading the fragment to the end she was
  certain that it was no mistake。 Here; then; is this confession; in
  which; according to the critics of Madame de Chavoncourt's drawing…
  room; Albert had imitated some modern writers who; for lack of
  inventiveness; relate their private joys; their private griefs; or the
  mysterious events of their own life。
  *****
  AMBITION FOR LOVE'S SAKE
  In 1823 two young men; having agreed as a plan for a holiday to make a
  tour through Switzerland; set out from Lucerne one fine morning in the
  month of July in a boat pulled by three oarsmen。 They started for
  Fluelen; intending to stop at every notable spot on the lake of the
  Four Cantons。 The views which shut in the waters on the way from
  Lucerne to Fluelen offer every combination that the most exacting
  fancy can demand of mountains and rivers; lakes and rocks; brooks and
  pastures; trees and torrents。 Here are austere solitudes and charming
  headlands; smiling and trimly kept meadows; forests crowning
  perpendicular granite cliffs; like plumes; deserted but verdant
  reaches opening out; and valleys whose beauty seems the lovelier in
  the dreamy distance。
  As they passed the pretty hamlet of Gersau; one of the friends looked
  for a long time at a wooden house which seemed to have been recently
  built; enclosed by a paling; and standing on a promontory; almost
  bathed by the waters。 As the boat rowed past; a woman's head was
  raised against the background of the room on the upper story of this
  house; to admire the effect of the boat on the lake。 One of the young
  men met the glance thus indifferently given by the unknown fair。
  〃Let us stop here;〃 said he to his friend。 〃We meant to make Lucerne
  our headquarters for seeing Switzerland; you will not take it amiss;
  Leopold; if I change my mind and stay here to take charge of our
  possessions。 Then you can go where you please; my journey is ended。
  Pull to land; men; and put us out at this village; we will breakfast
  here。 I will go back to Lucerne to fetch all our luggage; and before
  you leave you will know in which house I take a lodging; where you
  will find me on your return。〃
  〃Here or at Lucerne;〃 replied Leopold; 〃the difference is not so great
  that I need hinder you from following your whim。〃
  These two youths were friends in the truest sense of the word。 They
  were of the same age; they had learned at the same school; and after
  studying the law; they were spending their holiday in the classical
  tour in Switzerland。 Leopold; by his father's determination; was
  already pledged to a place in a notary's office in Paris。 His spirit
  of rectitude; his gentleness; and the coolness of his senses and his
  brain; guaranteed him to be a docile pupil。 Leopold could see himself
  a notary in Paris; his life lay before him like one of the highroads
  that cross the plains of France; and he looked along its whole length
  with philosophical resignation。
  The character of his companion; whom we will call Rodolphe; presented
  a strong contrast with Leopold's; and their antagonism had no doubt
  had the result of tightening the bond that united them。 Rodolphe was
  the natural son of a man of rank; who was carried off by a premature
  death before he could make any arrangements for securing the means of
  existence to a woman he fondly loved and to Rodolphe。 Thus cheated by
  a stroke of fate; Rodolphe's mother had recourse to a heroic measure。
  She sold everything she owed to the munificence of her child's father
  for a sum of more than a hundred thousand francs; bought with it a
  life annuity for herself at a high rate; and thus acquired an income
  of about fifteen thousand francs; resolving to devote the whole of it
  to the education of her son; so as to give him all the personal
  advantages that might help to make his fortune; while saving; by
  strict economy; a small capital to be his when he came of age。 It was
  bold; it was counting on her own life; but without this boldness the
  good mother would certainly have found it impossible to live and to
  bring her child up suitably; and he was her only hope; her future; the
  spring of all her joys。
  Rodolphe; the son of a most charming Parisian woman; and a man of
  mark; a nobleman of Brabant; was cursed with extreme sensitiveness。
  From his infancy he had in everything shown a most ardent nature。 In
  him mere desire became a guiding force and the motive power of his
  whole being; the stimulus to his imagination; the reason of his
  actions。 Notwithstanding the pains taken by a clever mother; who was
  alarmed when she detected this predisposition; Rodolphe wished for
  things as a poet imagines; as a mathematician calculates; as a painter
  sketches; as a musician creates melodies。 Tender…hearted; like his
  mother; he dashed with inconceivable violence and impetus of thought
  after the object of his desires; he annihilated time。 While dreaming
  of the fulfilment of his schemes; he always overlooked the means of
  attainment。 〃When my son has children;〃 said his other; 〃he will want
  them born grown up。〃
  This fine frenzy; carefully directed; enabled Rodolphe to achieve his
  studies with brilliant results; and to become what the English call an
  accomplished gentleman。 His mother was then proud of him; though still
  fearing a catastrophe if ever a passion should possess a heart at once
  so tender and so susceptible; so vehement and so kind。 Therefore; the
  judicious mother had encouraged the friendship which bound Leopold to
  Rodolphe and Rodolphe to Leopold; since she saw in the cold and
  faithful young notary; a guardian; a comrade; who might to a certain
  extent take her place if by some misfortune she should be lost to her
  son。 Rodolphe's mother; still handsome at three…and…forty; had
  inspired Leopold with an ardent passion。 This circumstance made the
  two young men even more intimate。
  So Leopold; knowing Rodolphe well; was not surprised to find him
  stopping at a village and giving up the projected journey to Saint…
  Gothard; on the strength of a single glance at the upper window of a
  house。 While breakfast was prepared for them at the Swan Inn; the
  friends walked round the hamlet and came to the neighborhood of the
  pretty new house; here; while gazing about him and talking to the
  inhabitants; Rodolphe discovered the residence of some decent folk;
  who were willing to take him as a boarder; a very frequent custom in
  Switzerland。 They offered him a bedroom looking over the lake and the
  mountains; and from whence