zanoni-第67章

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time　to　write　my　name　in　his　inexorable　list；　I　know　that　Rene

Dumas；　the　judge　who　never　pardons；　has；　from　the　first；　resolved

upon　my　death。　　Oh；　Glyndon；　by　our　old　friendship；　by　our　common

art；　by　thy　loyal　English　faith　and　good　English　heart；　let　me

share　thy　flight！〃



〃If　thou　wilt；　so　be　it。〃



〃Thanks！my　whole　life　shall　thank　thee。　　But　how　hast　thou

prepared　the　means；　the　passports；　the　disguise；　the〃



〃I　will　tell　thee。　　Thou　knowest　C；　of　the　Convention；he　has

power；　and　he　is　covetous。　　'Qu'on　me　meprise；　pourvu　que　je

dine'　（Let　them　despise　me；　provided　that　I　dine。）；　said　he；　when

reproached　for　his　avarice。〃



〃Well？〃



〃By　the　help　of　this　sturdy　republican；　who　has　friends　enough　in

the　Comite；　I　have　obtained　the　means　necessary　for　flight；　I

have　purchased　them。　　For　a　consideration　I　can　procure　thy

passport　also。〃



〃Thy　riches；　then；　are　not　in　assignats？〃



〃No；　I　have　gold　enough　for　us　all。〃



And　here　Glyndon；　beckoning　Nicot　into　the　next　room；　first

briefly　and　rapidly　detailed　to　him　the　plan　proposed；　and　the

disguises　to　be　assumed　conformably　to　the　passports；　and　then

added；　〃In　return　for　the　service　I　render　thee；　grant　me　one

favour；　which　I　think　is　in　thy　power。　　Thou　rememberest　Viola

Pisani？〃



〃Ah；remember；　yes！and　the　lover　with　whom　she　fled。〃



〃And　FROM　whom　she　is　a　fugitive　now。〃



〃Indeedwhat！I　understand。　　Sacre　bleu！　but　you　are　a　lucky

fellow；　cher　confrere。〃



〃Silence；　man！　with　thy　eternal　prate　of　brotherhood　and　virtue；

thou　seemest　never　to　believe　in　one　kindly　action；　or　one

virtuous　thought！〃



Nicot　bit　his　lip；　and　replied　sullenly；　〃Experience　is　a　great

undeceiver。　　Humph！　　What　service　can　I　do　thee　with　regard　to

the　Italian？〃



〃I　have　been　accessory　to　her　arrival　in　this　city　of　snares　and

pitfalls。　　I　cannot　leave　her　alone　amidst　dangers　from　which

neither　innocence　nor　obscurity　is　a　safeguard。　　In　your　blessed

Republic；　a　good　and　unsuspected　citizen；　who　casts　a　desire　on

any　woman；　maid　or　wife；　has　but　to　say；　'Be　mine；　or　I　denounce

you！'　　In　a　word；　Viola　must　share　our　flight。〃



〃What　so　easy？　　I　see　your　passports　provide　for　her。〃



〃What　so　easy？　　What　so　difficult？　　This　Fillidewould　that　I

had　never　seen　her！would　that　I　had　never　enslaved　my　soul　to

my　senses！　　The　love　of　an　uneducated；　violent；　unprincipled

woman；　opens　with　a　heaven；　to　merge　in　a　hell！　　She　is　jealous

as　all　the　Furies；　she　will　not　hear　of　a　female　companion；　and

when　once　she　sees　the　beauty　of　Viola！I　tremble　to　think　of

it。　　She　is　capable　of　any　excess　in　the　storm　of　her　passions。〃



〃Aha；　I　know　what　such　women　are！　　My　wife；　Beatrice　Sacchini；

whom　I　took　from　Naples；　when　I　failed　with　this　very　Viola；

divorced　me　when　my　money　failed；　and；　as　the　mistress　of　a

judge；　passes　me　in　her　carriage　while　I　crawl　through　the

streets。　　Plague　on　her！but　patience；　patience！　such　is　the　lot

of　virtue。　　Would　I　were　Robespierre　for　a　day！〃



〃Cease　these　tirades！〃　exclaimed　Glyndon；　impatiently；　〃and　to

the　point。　　What　would　you　advise？〃



〃Leave　your　Fillide　behind。〃



〃Leave　her　to　her　own　ignorance；　leave　her　unprotected　even　by

the　mind；　leave　her　in　the　Saturnalia　of　Rape　and　Murder？　　No！　　I

have　sinned　against　her　once。　　But　come　what　may；　I　will　not　so

basely　desert　one　who；　with　all　her　errors；　trusted　her　fate　to

my　love。〃



〃You　deserted　her　at　Marseilles。〃



〃True；　but　I　left　her　in　safety；　and　I　did　not　then　believe　her

love　to　be　so　deep　and　faithful。　　I　left　her　gold；　and　I　imagined

she　would　be　easily　consoled；　but　since　THEN　WE　HAVE　KNOWN　DANGER

TOGETHER！　　And　now　to　leave　her　alone　to　that　danger　which　she

would　never　have　incurred　but　for　devotion　to　me！no；　that　is

impossible。　　A　project　occurs　to　me。　　Canst　thou　not　say　that

thou　hast　a　sister；　a　relative；　or　a　benefactress；　whom　thou

wouldst　save？　　Can　we　nottill　we　have　left　Francemake　Fillide

believe　that　Viola　is　one　in　whom　THOU　only　art　interested；　and

whom；　for　thy　sake　only；　I　permit　to　share　in　our　escape？〃



〃Ha；　well　thought　of！certainly！〃



〃I　will　then　appear　to　yield　to　Fillide's　wishes；　and　resign　the

project；　which　she　so　resents；　of　saving　the　innocent　object　of

her　frantic　jealousy。　　You；　meanwhile；　shall　yourself　entreat

Fillide　to　intercede　with　me　to　extend　the　means　of　escape　to〃



〃To　a　lady　（she　knows　I　have　no　sister）　who　has　aided　me　in　my

distress。　　Yes；　I　will　manage　all；　never　fear。　　One　word　more；

what　has　become　of　that　Zanoni？〃



〃Talk　not　of　him；I　know　not。〃



〃Does　he　love　this　girl　still？〃



〃It　would　seem　so。　　She　is　his　wife；　the　mother　of　his　infant；


who　is　with　her。〃



〃Wife！mother！　　He　loves　her。　　Aha！　　And　why〃



〃No　questions　now。　　I　will　go　and　prepare　Viola　for　the　flight；

you；　meanwhile；　return　to　Fillide。〃



〃But　the　address　of　the　Neapolitan？　　It　is　necessary　I　should

know；　lest　Fillide　inquire。〃



〃Rue　M　T；　No。　27。　　Adieu。〃



Glyndon　seized　his　hat　and　hastened　from　the　house。



Nicot；　left　alone；　seemed　for　a　few　moments　buried　in　thought。

〃Oho；〃　he　muttered　to　himself；　〃can　I　not　turn　all　this　to　my

account？　　Can　I　not　avenge　myself　on　thee；　Zanoni；　as　I　have　so

often　sworn；through　thy　wife　and　child？　　Can　I　not　possess

myself　of　thy　gold；　thy　passports；　and　thy　Fillide；　hot

Englishman；　who　wouldst　humble　me　with　thy　loathed　benefits；　and

who　hast　chucked　me　thine　alms　as　to　a　beggar？　　And　Fillide；　I

love　her：　　and　thy　gold；　I　love　THAT　more！　　Puppets；　I　move　your

strings！〃



He　passed　slowly　into　the　chamber　where　Fillide　yet　sat；　with

gloomy　thought　on　her　brow　and　tears　standing　in　her　dark　eyes。

She　looked　up　eagerly　as　the　door　opened；　and　turned　from　the

rugged　face　of　Nicot　with　an　impatient　movement　of

disappointment。



〃Glyndon；〃　said　the　painter；　drawing　a　chair　to　Fillide's；　〃has

left　me　to　enliven　your　solitude；　fair　Italian。　　He　is　not

jealous　of　the　ugly　Nicot！ha；　ha！yet　Nicot　loved　thee　well

once；　when　his　fortunes　were　more　fair。　　But　enough　of　such　past

follies。〃



〃Your　friend；　then；　has　left　the　house。　　Whither？　　Ah；　you　look

away；　you　falter；you　cannot　meet　my　eyes！　　Speak！　　I　implore；　I

command　thee；　speak！〃



〃Enfant！　　And　what　dost　thou　fear？〃



〃FEAR！yes；　alas；　I　fear！〃　said　the　Italian；　and　her　whole　frame

seemed　to　shrink　into　itself　as　she　fell　once　more　back　into　her

seat。



Then；　after　a　pause；　she　tossed　the　long　hair　from　her　eyes；　and；

starting　up　abruptly；　paced　the　room　with　disordered　strides。　　At

length　she　stopped　opposite　to　Nicot；　laid　her　hand　on　his　arm；

drew　him　towards　an　escritoire；　which　she　unlocked；　and；　opening

a　well；　pointed　to　the　gold　that　lay　within；　and　said；　〃Thou　art

poor；thou　lovest　money；　take　what　thou　wilt；　but　undeceive　me。

Who　is　this　woman　whom　thy　friend　visits；and　does　he　love　her？〃



Nicot's　eyes　sparkled；　and　his　hands　opened　and　clenched；　and

clenched　and　opened；　as　he　gazed　upon　the　coins。　　But　reluctantly

resisting　the　impulse；　he　said；　with　an　affected　bitterness；

〃Thinkest　thou　to　bribe　me？if　so；　it　cannot　be　with　gold。　　But

what　if　he　does　love　a　rival；　what　if　he　betrays　thee；　what　if；

wearied　by　thy　jealousies；　he　designs　in　his　flight　to　leave　thee

behind；would　such　knowledge　make　thee　happier？〃



〃Yes！〃　exclaimed　the　Italian；　fiercely；　〃yes；　for　it　would　be

happiness　to　hate　and　to　be　avenged！　　Oh；　thou　knowest　not　how

sweet　is　hatred　to　those　who　have　really　loved！〃



〃But　wilt　thou　swear；　if　I　reveal　to　thee　the　secret；　that　thou

wilt　not　betray　me；that　thou　wilt　not　fall；　as　women　do；　into

weak　tears　and　fond　reproaches；　when　thy　betrayer　returns？〃



〃Tears；　reproaches！　　Revenge　hides　itself　in　smiles！〃



〃Thou　art　a　brave　creature！〃　said　Nicot；　almost　admiringly。　　〃One

condition　more：　　thy　lover　designs　to　fly　with　his　new　love；　to

leave　thee　to　thy　fate；　if　I　prove　this　to　thee；　and　if　I　give

thee　revenge　against　thy　rival；　wilt　thou　fly　with　me？　　I　love

thee！I　will　wed　thee！〃



Fillide's　eyes　flashed　fire；　she　looked　at　him　with　unutterable

disdain；　and　was　silent。



Nicot　felt　he　had　gone　too　far；　and　with　that　knowledge　of　the

evil　part　of　our　nature　which　his　own　heart　and　association　with

crime　had　taught　him；　he　resolved　to　trust　the　rest　to　the

passions　of　the　Italian；　when　raised　to　the　height　to　which　he

was　prepared　to　lead　them。



〃Pardon　me；〃　he　said；　〃my　love　made　me　too　presumptuous；　and　yet

it　is　only　that　love；my　sympathy　for　thee；　beautiful　and

betrayed；　that　can　induce　me　to　wrong；　with　my　revelations；　one

whom　I　have　regarded　as　a　brother。　　I　can　depend　upon　thine　oath

to　conceal　all　from　Glyndon？〃



〃On　my　oath　and　my　wrongs　and　my　mountain　blood！〃



〃Enough！　get　thy　hat　and　mantle；　and　follow　me。〃



As　Fillide　left　the　room；　Nicot's　eyes　again　rested　on　the　gold；

it　was　much；much　more　than　he　had　dared　to　hope　for；　and　as　he

peered　into　the　well　and　opened　the　drawers；　he　perceived　a

packet　of　letters　in　the　well…known　hand　of　Camille　Desmoulins。

He　seizedhe　opened　the　packet；　his　looks　brightened　as　he

glanced　over　a　few　sentences。　　〃This　would　give　fifty　Glyndons　to

the　guillotine！〃　he　muttered；　and　thrust　the　packet　into　his

bosom。



O　artist！O　haunted　one！O　erring　genius！behold　the　two　worst

foes；the　False　Ideal　that　knows　no　God；　and　the　False　Love　that

burns　from　the　corruption　of　the　senses；　and　takes　no　lustre　from

the　soul！





CHAPTER　7。III。



Liebe　sonnt　das　Reich　der　Nacht。

〃Der　Triumph　der　Liebe。〃



（Love　illumes　the　realm　of　Night。）



Letter　from　Zanoni　to　Mejnour。



Paris。



Dost　thou　remember　in　the　old　time；　when　the　Beautiful　yet　dwelt

in　Greece；　how　we　two；　in　the　vast　Athenian　Theatre；　witnessed

the　birth　of　Words　as　undying　as　ourselves？　　Dost　thou　remember

the　thrill　of　terror　that　ran　through　that　mighty　audience；　when

the　wild　Cassandra　burst　from　her　awful　silence　to　shriek　to　her

relentless　god！　　How　ghastly；　at　the　entrance　of　the　House　of

Atreus；　about　to　become　her　tomb；　rang　out　her　exclamations　of

foreboding　woe：　　〃Dwelling　abhorred　of　heaven！human　shamble…

house　and　floor　blood…bespattered！〃　（Aesch。　〃Agam。〃　1098。）　　Dost

thou　remember　how；　amidst　the　breathless　awe　of　those　assembled

thousands；　I　drew　close　to　thee；　and　whispered；　〃Verily；　no

prophet　like　the　poet！　　This　scene　of　fabled　horror　comes　to　me

as　a　dream；　shadowing　forth　some　likeness　in　my　own　remoter

future！〃　　As　I　enter　this　slaughter…house　that　scene　returns　to

me；　and　I　hearken　to　the　voice　of　Cassandra　ringing　in　my　ears。

A　solemn　and　warning　dread　gathers　round　me；　as　if　I　too　were

come　to　find　a　grave；　and　〃the　Net　of　Hades〃　had　already

entangled　me　in　its　web！　　What　dark　treasure…houses　of

vicissitude　and　woe　are　our　memories　become！　　What　our　lives；　but

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