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worth having except sensations?〃 

     〃Why;   certainly;   Madame;〃   I   answered;   〃but   then   we   must   take   into 



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consideration      the  nature    of  the  sensations    themselves。     Those    which    a 

noble   memory  or   a   grand   spectacle   creates   within   us   certainly  represent 

what is best in human life; but those merely resulting from the menace of 

danger seem to me sensations which one should be very careful to avoid 

as much as possible。 For example; would you think it a very pleasant thing; 

Madame;   while   travelling   over   the   mountains   at   midnight;   to   find   the 

muzzle of a carbine suddenly pressed against your forehead?〃 

     〃Oh;     no!〃    she   replied;    〃the   comic…operas       have    made     carbines 

absolutely   ridiculous;   and   it   would   be   a   great   misfortune   to   any   young 

woman to find herself in danger from an absurd weapon。 But it would be 

quite different with a knifea very cold and very bright knife blade; which 

makes a cold shudder go right through one's heart。〃 

     She shuddered even as she spoke; closed her eyes; and threw her head 

back。 Then she resumed: 

     〃People like you are so happy! You can interest yourselves in all sorts 

of things!〃 

     She   gave   a   sidelong   look   at   her   husband;   who   was   talking   with   the 

innkeeper。 Then she leaned towards me; and murmured very low: 

     〃You see;   Dimitri   and I;   we   are both   suffering from ennui! We   have 

still   the   match…boxes。   But   at   last   one   gets   tired   even   of   match…boxes。 

Besides; our collection will soon be complete。 And then what are we going 

to do?〃 

     〃Oh; Madame!〃 I exclaimed; touched by the moral unhappiness of this 

pretty person; 〃if you only had a son; then you would know what to do。 

You would then learn the purpose of your life; and your thoughts would 

become at once more serious and yet more cheerful。〃 

     〃But I have a son;〃 she replied。 〃He is a big boy; he is eleven years old; 

and he suffers from ennui like the rest of us。 Yes; my George has ennui; 

too; he is tired of everything。 It is very wretched。〃 

     She glanced again towards her husband; who was superintending the 

harnessing of the mules on the road outsidetesting the condition of girths 

and straps。 Then she asked me whether there had been many changes on 

the   Quai   Malaquais   during   the   past   ten   years。   She   declared   she   never 

visited that neighbourhood because it was too far way。 



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     〃Too far from Monte Allegro?〃 I queried。 

     〃Why; no!〃 she replied。 〃Too far from the Avenue des Champs Elysees; 

where we live。〃 

     And she murmured over again; as if talking to herself; 〃Too far!too 

far!〃   in   a   tone   of   reverie   which   I   could   not   possibly   account   for。 All   at 

once she smiled again; and said to me; 

     〃I like you; Monsieur Bonnard!I like you very; very much!〃 

     The mules had been harnessed。 The young woman hastily picked up a 

few oranges which had rolled off her lap; rose up; looked at me; and burst 

out laughing。 

     〃Oh!〃 she exclaimed; 〃how I should like to see you grappling with the 

brigands! You would say such extraordinary things to them!。。。 Please take 

my hat; and hold my umbrella for me; Monsieur Bonnard。〃 

     〃What a strange little mind!〃 I thought to myself; as I followed her。 〃It 

could   only   have   been   in   a   moment   of   inexcusable   thoughtlessness   that 

Nature gave a child to such a giddy little woman!〃 



     Girgenti。 Same day。 

       Her   manners   had   shocked   me。   I   left   her   to   arrange   herself   in   her 

lettica;   and   I   made   myself   as   comfortable   as   I   could   in   my   own。   These 

vehicles; which have no wheels; are carried by two mulesone before and 

one behind。 This kind of litter; or chaise; is of ancient origin。 I had often 

seen representations of similar ones in the French MSS。 of the fourteenth 

century。 I had no idea then that one of those vehicles would be at a future 

day placed at my own disposal。 We must never be too sure of anything。 

     For three hours the mules sounded their little bells; and thumped the 

calcined ground with their hoofs。 On either hand there slowly defiled by 

us the barren monstrous shapes of a nature totally African。 

     Half…way we made a halt to allow our animals to recover breath。 

     Madame Trepof came to me on the road; took my arm; and drew me a 

little away from the party。 Then; very suddenly; she said to me in a tone of 

voice I had never heard before: 

     〃Do not think that I am a wicked woman。 My George knows that I am 

a good mother。〃 



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     We walked side by side for a moment in silence。 She looked up; and I 

saw that she was crying。 

     〃Madame;〃 I said to her; 〃look at this soil which has been burned and 

cracked by five long months of fiery heat。 A little white lily has sprung up 

from it。〃 

     And   I   pointed   with   my   cane   to   the   frail   stalk;   tipped   by   a   double 

blossom。 

     〃Your heart;〃 I said; 〃however arid it be; bears also its white lily; and 

that is reason enough why I do not believe that you are what you saya 

wicked woman。〃 

     〃Yes;   yes;    yes!〃   she   cried;   with   the   obstinacy   of   a   child〃I   am   a 

wicked   woman。   But   I   am   ashamed   to   appear   so   before   you   who   are   so 

goodso very; very good。〃 

     〃You do not know anything at all about it;〃 I said to her。 

     〃I know it!   I know all   about you; Monsieur   Bonnard!〃 she   declared; 

with a smile。 

     And she jumped back into her lettica。 



     Girgenti; November 30; 1859。 

       I awoke the following morning in the House of Gellias。 Gellias was a 

rich   citizen   of   ancient   Agrigentum。   He   was   equally   celebrated   for   his 

generosity and for his wealth; and he endowed his native city with a great 

number of free inns。 Gellias has been dead for thirteen hundred years; and 

nowadays there is no gratuitous hospitality among civilised peoples。 But 

the   name   of   Gellias   has   become   that   of   a   hotel   in   which;   by   reason   of 

fatigue; I was able to obtain one good night's sleep。 

     The modern Girgenti lifts its high; narrow; solid streets; dominated by 

a sombre Spanish cathedral; upon the side of the acropolis of the antique 

Agrigentum。 I can see from my windows; half…way on the hillside towards 

the   sea;   the   white   range   of   temples   partially   destroyed。   The   ruins   alone 

have   some   aspect   of   coolness。  All   the   rest   is   arid。   Water   and   life   have 

forsaken      Agrigentine。      Waterthe      divine    Nestis     of   the   Agrigentine 

Empedoclesis so necessary to animated beings that nothing can live far 

from   the   rivers   and   the   springs。   But   the   port   of   Girgenti;   situated   at   a 



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distance of three kilometres from the city; has a great commerce。 〃And it is 

in this dismal city;〃 I said to myself; 〃upon this precipitous rock; that the 

manuscript   of   Clerk Alexander   is   to   be   found!〃   I   asked   my   way   to   the 

house of Signor Michel…Angelo Polizzi; and proceeded thither。 

     I   found   Signor   Polizzi;   dressed   all   in   white   from   head   to   feet;   busy 

cooking sausages in a frying…pan。 At the sight of me; he let go the frying… 

pan; threw up   his arms in   the air;  and uttered shrieks   of enthusiasm。   He 

was   a   little   man   whose   pimply   features;   aquiline   nose;   round   eyes;   and 

projecting chin formed a very expressive physiognomy。 

     He called me 〃Excellence;〃 said he was going to mark the day with a 

white     stone;   and    made     me    sit  down。    The    hall   in  which     we    were 

represented the union of the kitchen; reception…room; bedchamber; studio; 

and wine…cellar。 There were charcoal furnaces visible; a bed; paintings; an 

easel; bottles; strings of onions; and a magnificent lustre of coloured glass 

pendants。 I glanced at the paintings on the wall。 

     〃The arts! the arts!〃 cried Signor Polizzi; throwing up his arms again 

to heaven〃the arts! What dignity! what consolation! Excellence; I am a 

painter!〃 

     And he   showed   me   an   unfinished   Saint…Francis;  which   indeed   could 

very well remain unfinished for ever without any loss to religion or to art。 

Next he   showed   me   some   old   paintings   of   a   better   style;  but   apparently 

restored after a decidedly reckless manner。 

     〃I repair;〃 he said〃I repair old paintings。 Oh; the Old Masters! What 

genius; what soul!〃 

     〃Why; then;〃 I said to him; 〃you must be a painter; an archaeologist; 

and a wine…merchant all in one?〃 

     〃At   your   service;   Excellence;〃   he   answered。   〃I   have   a   zucco   here   at 

this very momenta zucco of which every single drop is a pearl of fire。 I 

want your Lordship to taste of it。〃 

     〃I esteem the wines of Sicily;〃 I responded; 〃but it was not for the sake 

of your flagons that I came to see you ; Signor Polizzi。〃 

     He:   〃Then   you   have   come   to   see   me   about   paintings。   You   are   an 

amateur。 It is an immense delight for me to receive amateurs。 I am going 

to show you the chef…d'oeuvre of Monrealese; yes; Excellence; his  chef… 



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d'oeuvre! An Adoration of Shepherds! It is the pearl of the whole Sicilian 

school!〃 

     I: 〃Later on I will be glad to see the chef…d'oeuvre; but let us first talk 

about the business which brings me here。〃 

     His little quick bright eyes watched my face curiously; and I perceived; 

with anguish; that he had not the least suspicion of the purpose of my visit。 

     A cold sweat broke out over my forehead; and in the bewilderment of 

my anxiety I stammered out something to this effect: 

     〃I   have   come   from   Paris   expressly   to   look   at   a   manuscript   of   the 

Legende Doree; which you informed me was in your possession。〃 

     At these words he threw up his arms; opened his mouth and eyes to the 

widest possible extent; and betrayed every sign of extreme nervousness。 

     〃Oh!   the   manuscript   of 

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