第 18 节
作者:闲来一看      更新:2021-02-18 21:19      字数:9322
  of gambling…houses have some consideration for their customers;
  especially for high players。 Philippe awoke about seven o'clock in the
  evening; his mouth parched; his face swollen; and he himself in the
  grip of a nervous fever。 The strength of his constitution enabled him
  to get home on foot; where meanwhile he had; without willing it;
  brought mourning; desolation; poverty; and death。
  The evening before; when dinner was ready; Madame Descoings and Agathe
  expected Philippe。 They waited dinner till seven o'clock。 Agathe
  always went to bed at ten; but as; on this occasion; she wished to be
  present at the midnight mass; she went to lie down as soon as dinner
  was over。 Madame Descoings and Joseph remained alone by the fire in
  the little salon; which served for all; and the old woman asked the
  painter to add up the amount of her great stake; her monstrous stake;
  on the famous trey; which she was to pay that evening at the Lottery
  office。 She wished to put in for the doubles and singles as well; so
  as to seize all chances。 After feasting on the poetry of her hopes;
  and pouring the two horns of plenty at the feet of her adopted son;
  and relating to him her dreams which demonstrated the certainty of
  success; she felt no other uneasiness than the difficulty of bearing
  such joy; and waiting from mid…night until ten o'clock of the morrow;
  when the winning numbers were declared。 Joseph; who saw nothing of the
  four hundred francs necessary to pay up the stakes; asked about them。
  The old woman smiled; and led him into the former salon; which was now
  her bed…chamber。
  〃You shall see;〃 she said。
  Madame Descoings hastily unmade the bed; and searched for her scissors
  to rip the mattress; she put on her spectacles; looked at the ticking;
  saw the hole; and let fall the mattress。 Hearing a sigh from the
  depths of the old woman's breast; as though she were strangled by a
  rush of blood to the heart; Joseph instinctively held out his arms to
  catch the poor creature; and placed her fainting in a chair; calling
  to his mother to come to them。 Agathe rose; slipped on her dressing…
  gown; and ran in。 By the light of a candle; she applied the ordinary
  remedies;eau…de…cologne to the temples; cold water to the forehead;
  a burnt feather under the nose;and presently her aunt revived。
  〃They were there is morning; HE has taken them; the monster!〃 she
  said。
  〃Taken what?〃 asked Joseph。
  〃I had twenty louis in my mattress; my savings for two years; no one
  but Philippe could have taken them。〃
  〃But when?〃 cried the poor mother; overwhelmed; 〃he has not been in
  since breakfast。〃
  〃I wish I might be mistaken;〃 said the old woman。 〃But this morning in
  Joseph's studio; when I spoke before Philippe of my stakes; I had a
  presentiment。 I did wrong not to go down and take my little all and
  pay for my stakes at once。 I meant to; and I don't know what prevented
  me。 Oh; yes!my God! I went out to buy him some cigars。〃
  〃But;〃 said Joseph; 〃you left the door locked。 Besides; it is so
  infamous。 I can't believe it。 Philippe couldn't have watched you; cut
  open the mattress; done it deliberately;no; no!〃
  〃I felt them this morning; when I made my bed after breakfast;〃
  repeated Madame Descoings。
  Agathe; horrified; went down stairs and asked if Philippe had come in
  during the day。 The concierge related the tale of his return and the
  locksmith。 The mother; heart…stricken; went back a changed woman。
  White as the linen of her chemise; she walked as we might fancy a
  spectre walks; slowly; noiselessly; moved by some superhuman power;
  and yet mechanically。 She held a candle in her hand; whose light fell
  full upon her face and showed her eyes; fixed with horror。
  Unconsciously; her hands by a desperate movement had dishevelled the
  hair about her brow; and this made her so beautiful with anguish that
  Joseph stood rooted in awe at the apparition of that remorse; the
  vision of that statue of terror and despair。
  〃My aunt;〃 she said; 〃take my silver forks and spoons。 I have enough
  to make up the sum; I took your money for Philippe's sake; I thought I
  could put it back before you missed it。 Oh! I have suffered much。〃
  She sat down。 Her dry; fixed eyes wandered a little。
  〃It was he who did it;〃 whispered the old woman to Joseph。
  〃No; no;〃 cried Agathe; 〃take my silver plate; sell it; it is useless
  to me; we can eat with yours。〃
  She went to her room; took the box which contained the plate; felt its
  light weight; opened it; and saw a pawnbroker's ticket。 The poor
  mother uttered a dreadful cry。 Joseph and the Descoings ran to her;
  saw the empty box; and her noble falsehood was of no avail。 All three
  were silent; and avoided looking at each other; but the next moment;
  by an almost frantic gesture; Agathe laid her finger on her lips as if
  to entreat a secrecy no one desired to break。 They returned to the
  salon; and sat beside the fire。
  〃Ah! my children;〃 cried Madame Descoings; 〃I am stabbed to the heart:
  my trey will turn up; I am certain of it。 I am not thinking of myself;
  but of you two。 Philippe is a monster;〃 she continued; addressing her
  niece; 〃he does not love you after all that you have done for him。 If
  you do not protect yourself against him he will bring you to beggary。
  Promise me to sell out your Funds and buy a life…annuity。 Joseph has a
  good profession and he can live。 If you will do this; dear Agathe; you
  will never be an expense to Joseph。 Monsieur Desroches has just
  started his son as a notary; he would take your twelve thousand francs
  and pay you an annuity。〃
  Joseph seized his mother's candlestick; rushed up to his studio; and
  came down with three hundred francs。
  〃Here; Madame Descoings!〃 he cried; giving her his little store; 〃it
  is no business of ours what you do with your money; we owe you what
  you have lost; and here it is; almost in full。〃
  〃Take your poor little all?the fruit of those privations that have
  made me so unhappy! are you mad; Joseph?〃 cried the old woman; visibly
  torn between her dogged faith in the coming trey; and the sacrilege of
  accepting such a sacrifice。
  〃Oh! take it if you like;〃 said Agathe; who was moved to tears by this
  action of her true son。
  Madame Descoings took Joseph by the head; and kissed him on the
  forehead:
  〃My child;〃 she said; 〃don't tempt me。 I might only lose it。 The
  lottery; you see; is all folly。〃
  No more heroic words were ever uttered in the hidden dramas of
  domestic life。 It was; indeed; affection triumphant over inveterate
  vice。 At this instant; the clocks struck midnight。
  〃It is too late now;〃 said Madame Descoings。
  〃Oh!〃 cried Joseph; 〃here are your cabalistic numbers。〃
  The artist sprang at the paper; and rushed headlong down the staircase
  to pay the stakes。 When he was no longer present; Agathe and Madame
  Descoings burst into tears。
  〃He has gone; the dear love;〃 cried the old gambler; 〃but it shall all
  be his; he pays his own money。〃
  Unhappily; Joseph did not know the way to any of the lottery…offices;
  which in those days were as well known to most people as the
  cigarshops to a smoker in ours。 The painter ran along; reading the
  street names upon the lamps。 When he asked the passers…by to show him
  a lottery…office; he was told they were all closed; except the one
  under the portico of the Palais…Royal which was sometimes kept open a
  little later。 He flew to the Palais…Royal: the office was shut。
  〃Two minutes earlier; and you might have paid your stake;〃 said one of
  the vendors of tickets; whose beat was under the portico; where he
  vociferated this singular cry: 〃Twelve hundred francs for forty sous;〃
  and offered tickets all paid up。
  By the glimmer of the street lamp and the lights of the cafe de la
  Rotonde; Joseph examined these tickets to see if; by chance; any of
  them bore the Descoings's numbers。 He found none; and returned home
  grieved at having done his best in vain for the old woman; to whom he
  related his ill…luck。 Agathe and her aunt went together to the
  midnight mass at Saint…Germain…des…Pres。 Joseph went to bed。 The
  collation did not take place。 Madame Descoings had lost her head; and
  in Agathe's heart was eternal mourning。
  The two rose late on Christmas morning。 Ten o'clock had struck before
  Madame Descoings began to bestir herself about the breakfast; which
  was only ready at half…past eleven。 At that hour; the oblong frames
  containing the winning numbers are hung over the doors of the lottery…
  offices。 If Madame Descoings had paid her stake and held her ticket;
  she would have gone by half…past nine o'clock to learn her fate at a
  building close to the ministry of Finance; in the rue Neuve…des…Petits
  Champs; a situation now occupied by the Theatre Ventadour in the place
  of the same name。 On the days when the drawings took place; an
  observer might watch with curiosity the crowd of old women; cooks; and
  old m