第 19 节
作者:打死也不说      更新:2021-12-13 08:41      字数:9321
  there to witness this triumph in which the Nabob was bearing his part as in a dream; intoxicated by those fairy harmonies rather faint in the distance; whose songs that reached him in snatches as over the resonant obstacle of a pool; the perfume of flowers that seem to become full blown in so singular fashion towards the end of Parisian balls; when the late hour that confuses all notions of time and the weariness of the sleepless nights communicate to brains soothed in a more nervous atmosphere; as it were; a dizzy sense of enjoyment。 The robust nature of Jansoulet; civilized savage that he was; was more sensitive than another to these unknown subtleties; and he had need of all his strength to refrain from manifesting by some glad hurrah; by some untimely effusion of gestures and speech; the impulse of physical gaiety which pervaded his whole being; as happens to those great mountain dogs that are thrown into epileptic fits of madness by the inhaling of a drop of some essence。
  〃The sky is clear; the pavement dry。 If you like; my dear boy; we will send the carriage away and return on foot;〃 said Jansoulet to his companion as they left Jenkins's house。
  De Gery accepted with eagerness。 He felt that he required to walk; to shake off in the open air the infamies and the lies of that comedy of society which had left his heart cold and oppressed; with all his life…blood driven to his temples where he could hear the swollen veins beating。 He staggered as he walked; like those unfortunate persons who; having been operated upon for cataract; in the terror of sight regained; do not dare put one foot before the other。 But with what a brutal hand the operation had been performed! So that great artist with the glorious name; that pure and untamed beauty the sight alone of whom had troubled him like an apparition; was only a courtesan。 Mme。 Jenkins; that stately woman; of bearing at once so proud and so gentle; had no real title to the name。 That illustrious man of science with the open countenance; and a manner so pleasant in his welcome; had the impudence thus to parade a disgraceful concubinage。 And Paris suspected it; but that did not prevent it from running to their parties。 And; finally; Jansoulet; so kind; so generous; for whom he felt in his heart so much gratitude; he knew him to be fallen into the hands of a gang of brigands; a brigand himself and well worthy of the conspiracy organized to cause him to disgorge his millions。
  Was it possible; and how much of it was he to be obliged to believe?
  A glance which he threw sideways at the Nabob; whose immense person almost blocked the pavement; revealed to him suddenly in that walk oppressed by the weight of his wealth; a something low and vulgar which he had not previously remarked。 Yes; he was indeed the adventurer from the south; moulded of the slimy clay that covers the quays of Marseilles; trodden down by all the nomads and wanderers of a seaport。 Kind; generous; forsooth! as harlots are; or thieves。 And the gold; flowing in torrents through that tainted and luxurious world; splashing the very walls; seemed to him now to be loaded with all the dross; all the filth of its impure and muddy source。 There remained; then; for him; de Gery; but one thing to do; to go away; to quit with all possible speed this situation in which he risked the compromising of his good name; the one heritage from his father。 Doubtless。 But the two little brothers down yonder in the country。 Who would pay for their board and lodging? Who would keep up the modest home miraculously brought into being once more by the handsome salary of the eldest son; the head of the family? Those words; 〃head of the family;〃 plunged him immediately into one of those internal combats in which interest and conscience struggled for the masterythe one brutal; substantial; attacking vigorously with straight thrusts; the other elusive; breaking away by subtle disengagementswhile the worthy Jansoulet; unconscious cause of the conflict; walked with long strides close by his young friend; inhaling the fresh air with delight at the end of his lighted cigar。
  Never had he felt it such a happiness to be alive; and this evening party at Jenkins's; which had been his own first real entry into society as well as de Gery's; had left with him an impression of porticoes erected as for a triumph; of an eagerly assembled crowd; of flowers thrown on his path。 So true is it that things only exist through the eyes that observe them。 What a success! the duke; as he took leave of him inviting him to come to see his picture gallery; which meant the doors of Mora House opened to him within a week。 Felicia Ruys consenting to do his bust; so that at the next exhibition the son of the nail…dealer would have his portrait in marble by the same great artist who had signed that of the Minister of State。 Was it not the satisfaction of all his childish vanities?
  And each pondering his own thoughts; sombre or glad; they continued to walk shoulder to shoulder; absorbed and so absent in mind that the Place Vendome; silent and bathed in a blue and chilly light; rang under their steps before a word had been uttered between them。
  〃Already?〃 said the Nabob。 〃I should not at all have minded walking a little longer。 What do you say?〃 And while they strolled two or three times around the square; he gave vent in spasmodic bursts to the immense joy which filled him。
  〃How pleasant the air is! How one can breathe! Thunder of God! I would not have missed this evening's party for a hundred thousand francs。 What a worthy soul that Jenkins is! Do you like Felicia Ruys's style of beauty? For my part; I dote on it。 And the duke; what a great gentleman! so simple; so kind。 A fine place; Paris; is it not; my son?〃
  〃It is too complicated for me。 It frightens me;〃 answered Paul de Gery in a hollow voice。
  〃Yes; yes; I understand;〃 replied the other with an adorable fatuity。 〃You are not yet accustomed to it; but; never mind; one quickly becomes so。 See how after a single month I find myself at my ease。〃
  〃That is because it is not your first visit to Paris。 You have lived here。〃
  〃I? Never in my life。 Who told you that?〃
  〃Indeed! I thought〃 answered the young man; and immediately; a host of reflections crowding into his mind:
  〃What; then; have you done to this Baron Hemerlingue? It is a hatred to the death between you。〃
  For a moment the Nabob was taken aback。 That name of Hemerlingue; thrown suddenly into his glee; recalled to him the one annoying episode of the evening。
  〃To him as to the others;〃 said he in a saddened voice; 〃I have never done anything save good。 We began together in poverty。 We made progress and prospered side by side。 Whenever he wished to try a flight on his own wings; I always aided and supported him to the best of my ability。 It was I who during ten consecutive years secured for him the contracts for the fleet and the army; almost his whole fortune came from that source。 Then one fine morning this slow…blooded imbecile of a Bernese goes crazy over an odalisk whom the mother of the Bey had caused to be expelled from the harem。 The hussy was beautiful and ambitious; she made him marry her; and naturally; after this brilliant match; Hemerlingue was obliged to leave Tunis。 Somebody had persuaded him to believe that I was urging the Bey to close the principality to him。 It was not true。 On the contrary; I obtained from his Highness permission for Hemerlingue's sona child by his first wifeto remain in Tunis in order to look after their suspended interests; while the father came to Paris to found his banking…house。 Moreover; I have been well rewarded for my kindness。 When; at the death of my poor Ahmed; the Mouchir; his brother; ascended the throne; the Hemerlingues; restored to favour; never ceased to work for my undoing with the new master。 The Bey still keeps on good terms with me; but my credit is shaken。 Well; in spite of that; in spite of all the shabby tricks that Hemerlingue has played me; that he plays me still; I was ready this evening to hold out my hand to him。 Not only does the blackguard refuse it; but he causes me to be insulted by his wife; a savage and evil…disposed creature; who does not pardon me for always having declined to receive her in Tunis。 Do you know what she called me just now as she passed me? 'Thief and son of a dog。' As free in her language as that; the odaliskThat is to say; that if I did not know my Hemerlingue to be as cowardly as he is fatAfter all; bah! let them say what they like。 I snap my fingers at them。 What can they do against me? Ruin me with the Bey? That is a matter of indifference to me。 There is nothing any longer for me to do in Tunis; and I shall withdraw myself from the place altogether as soon as possible。 There is only one town; one country in the world; and that is ParisParis welcoming; hospitable; not prudish; where every intelligent man may find space to do great things。 And I; now; do you see; de Gery; I want to do great things。 I have had enough of mercantile life。 For twenty years I have worked for money; to…day I am greedy of glory; of consideration; of fame。 I want to be somebody in the history of my country; and that will be easy for me。 With my immense fortune; my knowledge of