第 26 节
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  woman; who must have had I know not what in her heart。 For seven
  months Albert had traveled in pursuit of a cruel creature who
  thought it sport to escape him; he knew not where or how to catch
  her。
  〃I saw him on his way through Paris; and if you had seen him; as I
  did; you would have felt that not a word might be spoken about the
  Duchess; at the risk of bringing on an attack which might have
  wrecked his reason。 If he had known what his crime was; he might
  have found means to justify himself; but being falsely accused of
  being married!what could he do? Albert is dead; quite dead to
  the world。 He longed for rest; let us hope that the deep silence
  and prayer into which he has thrown himself may give him happiness
  in another guise。 You; monsieur; who have known him; must greatly
  pity him; and pity his friends also。
  〃Yours; etc。〃
  As soon as he received this letter the good Vicar…General wrote to the
  General of the Carthusian order; and this was the letter he received
  from Albert Savarus:
  〃Brother Albert to Monsieur l'Abbe de Grancey;
  Vicar…General of the Diocese of Besancon。
  〃LA GRANDE CHARTREUSE。
  〃I recognized your tender soul; dear and well…beloved Vicar…
  General; and your still youthful heart; in all that the reverend
  Father General of our Order has just told me。 You have understood
  the only wish that lurks in the depths of my heart so far as the
  things of the world are concernedto get justice done to my
  feelings by her who has treated me so badly! But before leaving me
  at liberty to avail myself of your offer; the General wanted to
  know that my vocation was sincere; he was so kind as to tell me
  his idea; on finding that I was determined to preserve absolute
  silence on this point。 If I had yielded to the temptation to
  rehabilitate the man of the world; the friar would have been
  rejected by this monastery。 Grace has certainly done her work;
  but; though short; the struggle was not the less keen or the less
  painful。 Is not this enough to show you that I could never return
  to the world?
  〃Hence my forgiveness; which you ask for the author of so much
  woe; is entire and without a thought of vindictiveness。 I will
  pray to God to forgive that young lady as I forgive her; and as I
  shall beseech Him to give Madame de Rhetore a life of happiness。
  Ah! whether it be death; or the obstinate hand of a young girl
  madly bent on being loved; or one of the blows ascribed to chance;
  must we not all obey God? Sorrow in some souls makes a vast void
  through which the Divine Voice rings。 I learned too late the
  bearings of this life on that which awaits us; all in me is worn
  out; I could not serve in the ranks of the Church Militant; and I
  lay the remains of an almost extinct life at the foot of the
  altar。
  〃This is the last time I shall ever write。 You alone; who loved
  me; and whom I loved so well; could make me break the law of
  oblivion I imposed on myself when I entered these headquarters of
  Saint Bruno; but you are always especially named in the prayers of
  〃BROTHER ALBERT。
  〃November 1836。〃
  〃Everything is for the best perhaps;〃 thought the Abbe de Grancey。
  When he showed this letter to Rosalie; who; with a pious impulse;
  kissed the lines which contained her forgiveness; he said to her:
  〃Well; now that he is lost to you; will you not be reconciled to your
  mother and marry the Comte de Soulas?〃
  〃Only if Albert should order it;〃 said she。
  〃But you see it is impossible to consult him。 The General of the Order
  would not allow it。〃
  〃If I were to go to see him?〃
  〃No Carthusian sees any visitor。 Besides; no woman but the Queen of
  France may enter a Carthusian monastery;〃 said the Abbe。 〃So you have
  no longer any excuse for not marrying young Monsieur de Soulas。〃
  〃I do not wish to destroy my mother's happiness;〃 retorted Rosalie。
  〃Satan!〃 exclaimed the Vicar…General。
  Towards the end of that winter the worthy Abbe de Grancey died。 This
  good friend no longer stood between Madame de Watteville and her
  daughter; to soften the impact of those two iron wills。
  The event he had foretold took place。 In the month of August 1837
  Madame de Watteville was married to Monsieur de Soulas in Paris;
  whither she went by Rosalie's advice; the girl making a show of
  kindness and sweetness to her mother。 Madame de Watteville believed in
  this affection on the part of her daughter; who simply desired to go
  to Paris to give herself the luxury of a bitter revenge; she thought
  of nothing but avenging Savarus by torturing her rival。
  Mademoiselle de Watteville had been declared legally of age; she was;
  in fact; not far from one…and…twenty。 Her mother; to settle with her
  finally; had resigned her claims on les Rouxey; and the daughter had
  signed a release for all the inheritance of the Baron de Watteville。
  Rosalie encouraged her mother to marry the Comte de Soulas and settle
  all her own fortune on him。
  〃Let us each be perfectly free;〃 she said。
  Madame de Soulas; who had been uneasy as to her daughter's intentions;
  was touched by this liberality; and made her a present of six thousand
  francs a year in the funds as conscience money。 As the Comtesse de
  Soulas had an income of forty…eight thousand francs from her own
  lands; and was quite incapable of alienating them in order to diminish
  Rosalie's share; Mademoiselle de Watteville was still a fortune to
  marry; of eighteen hundred thousand francs; les Rouxey; with the
  Baron's additions; and certain improvements; might yield twenty
  thousand francs a year; besides the value of the house; rents; and
  preserves。 So Rosalie and her mother; who soon adopted the Paris style
  and fashions; easily obtained introductions to the best society。 The
  golden keyeighteen hundred thousand francs embroidered on
  Mademoiselle de Watteville's stomacher; did more for the Comtesse de
  Soulas than her pretensions /a la/ de Rupt; her inappropriate pride;
  or even her rather distant great connections。
  In the month of February 1838 Rosalie; who was eagerly courted by many
  young men; achieved the purpose which had brought her to Paris。 This
  was to meet the Duchesse de Rhetore; to see this wonderful woman; and
  to overwhelm her with perennial remorse。 Rosalie gave herself up to
  the most bewildering elegance and vanities in order to face the
  Duchess on an equal footing。
  They first met at a ball given annually after 1830 for the benefit of
  the pensioners on the old Civil List。 A young man; prompted by
  Rosalie; pointed her out to the Duchess; saying:
  〃There is a very remarkable young person; a strong…minded young lady
  too! She drove a clever man into a monasterythe Grand Chartreusea
  man of immense capabilities; Albert de Savarus; whose career she
  wrecked。 She is Mademoiselle de Watteville; the famous Besancon
  heiress〃
  The Duchess turned pale。 Rosalie's eyes met hers with one of those
  flashes which; between woman and woman; are more fatal than the pistol
  shots of a duel。 Francesca Soderini; who had suspected that Albert
  might be innocent; hastily quitted the ballroom; leaving the speaker
  at his wits' end to guess what terrible blow he had inflicted on the
  beautiful Duchesse de Rhetore。
  〃If you want to hear more about Albert; come to the Opera ball on
  Tuesday with a marigold in your hand。〃
  This anonymous note; sent by Rosalie to the Duchess; brought the
  unhappy Italian to the ball; where Mademoiselle de Watteville placed
  in her hand all Albert's letters; with that written to Leopold
  Hannequin by the Vicar…General; and the notary's reply; and even that
  in which she had written her confession to the Abbe de Grancey。
  〃I do not choose to be the only sufferer;〃 she said to her rival; 〃for
  one has been as ruthless as the other。〃
  After enjoying the dismay stamped on the Duchess' beautiful face;
  Rosalie went away; she went out no more; and returned to Besancon with
  her mother。
  Mademoiselle de Watteville; who lived alone on her estate of les
  Rouxey; riding; hunting; refusing two or three offers a year; going to
  Besancon four or five times in the course of the winter; and busying
  herself with improving her land; was regarded as a very eccentric
  personage。 She was one of the celebrities of the Eastern provinces。
  Madame de Soulas has two children; a boy and a girl; and she has grown
  younger; but Monsieur de Soulas has aged a good deal。
  〃My fortune has cost me dear;〃 said he to young Chavoncourt。 〃Really
  to know a bigot it is unfortunately necessary to marry her!〃
  Mademoiselle de Watteville behaves in the most extraordinary manner。
  〃She has vagaries;〃 people say。 Every year she goes to gaze at the
  walls of the Grande Chartreuse。 Perhaps she dreams of imitating her
  grand…uncle by forcing the walls of the monastery to find a husband;
  as Watteville broke through those of his monastery to recover his
  liberty。
  She left Besancon in 1841; intending; it was said; to get married; but
  the real reason of this expedition is still unknown; for she returned
  home in a state which forbids her ever appearing in society again。 By
  one of those chances of which the Abbe de Grancey had spoken; she
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