the magic skin(驴皮记)-第26章

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before　adroit　in　bringing　out　the　virtues　of　your　friends。　This　way　of
using　the　mental　lorgnette　is　the　secret　of　conversation　nowadays；　and
the　whole　art　of　the　complete　courtier。　If　you　neglect　it；　you　might
as　well　go　out　as　an　unarmed　knight…banneret　to　fight　against　men　in
armor。　And　I　make　use　of　it；　and　even　abuse　it　at　times。　So　we　are
respectedI　and　my　friends；　and；　moreover；　my　sword　is　quite　as　sharp
as　my　tongue。'

〃One　of　Foedora's　most　fervid　worshipers；　whose　presumption　was
notorious；　and　who　even　made　it　contribute　to　his　success；　took　up　the
glove　thrown　down　so　scornfully　by　Rastignac。　He　began　an　unmeasured
eulogy　of　me；　my　performances；　and　my　character。　Rastignac　had
overlooked　this　method　of　detraction。　His　sarcastic　encomiums　misled
the　countess；　who　sacrificed　without　mercy；　she　betrayed　my　secrets；
and　derided　my　pretensions　and　my　hopes；　to　divert　her　friends。

〃　'There　is　a　future　before　him；'　said　Rastignac。　'Some　day　he　may　be
in　a　position　to　take　a　cruel　revenge；　his　talents　are　at　least　equal
to　his　courage；　and　I　should　consider　those　who　attack　him　very　rash；
for　he　has　a　good　memory'

〃　'And　writes　Memoirs；'　put　in　the　countess；　who　seemed　to　object　to
the　deep　silence　that　prevailed。

〃　'Memoirs　of　a　sham　countess；　madame；'　replied　Rastignac。　'Another
sort　of　courage　is　needed　to　write　that　sort　of　thing。'

〃　'I　give　him　credit　for　plenty　of　courage；'　she　answered；　'he　is
faithful　to　me。'

〃I　was　greatly　tempted　to　show　myself　suddenly　among　the　railers；　like
the　shade　of　Banquo　in　Macbeth。　I　should　have　lost　a　mistress；　but　I
had　a　friend！　But　love　inspired　me　all　at　once；　with　one　of　those
treacherous　and　fallacious　subtleties　that　it　can　use　to　soothe　all
our　pangs。

〃If　Foedora　loved　me；　I　thought；　she　would　be　sure　to　disguise　her
feelings　by　some　mocking　jest。　How　often　the　heart　protests　against　a
lie　on　the　lips！

〃Well；　very　soon　my　audacious　rival；　left　alone　with　the　countess；
rose　to　go。

〃　'What！　already？'　asked　she　in　a　coaxing　voice　that　set　my　heart
beating。　'Will　you　not　give　me　a　few　more　minutes？　Have　you　nothing
more　to　say　to　me？　will　you　never　sacrifice　any　of　your　pleasures　for
me？'

〃He　went　away。

〃　'Ah！'　she　yawned；　'how　very　tiresome　they　all　are！'

〃She　pulled　a　cord　energetically　till　the　sound　of　a　bell　rang　through
the　place；　then；　humming　a　few　notes　of　Pria　che　spunti；　the　countess
entered　her　room。　No　one　had　ever　heard　her　sing；　her　muteness　had
called　forth　the　wildest　explanations。　She　had　promised　her　first
lover；　so　it　was　said；　who　had　been　held　captive　by　her　talent；　and
whose　jealousy　over　her　stretched　beyond　his　grave；　that　she　would
never　allow　others　to　experience　a　happiness　that　he　wished　to　be　his
and　his　alone。

〃I　exerted　every　power　of　my　soul　to　catch　the　sounds。　Higher　and
higher　rose　the　notes；　Foedora's　life　seemed　to　dilate　within　her；　her
throat　poured　forth　all　its　richest　tones；　something　well…nigh　divine
entered　into　the　melody。　There　was　a　bright　purity　and　clearness　of
tone　in　the　countess'　voice；　a　thrilling　harmony　which　reached　the
heart　and　stirred　its　pulses。　Musicians　are　seldom　unemotional；　a
woman　who　could　sing　like　that　must　know　how　to　love　indeed。　Her
beautiful　voice　made　one　more　puzzle　in　a　woman　mysterious　enough
before。　I　beheld　her　then；　as　plainly　as　I　see　you　at　this　moment。　She
seemed　to　listen　to　herself；　to　experience　a　secret　rapture　of　her
own；　she　felt；　as　it　were；　an　ecstasy　like　that　of　love。

〃She　stood　before　the　hearth　during　the　execution　of　the　principal
theme　of　the　rondo；　and　when　she　ceased　her　face　changed。　She　looked
tired；　her　features　seemed　to　alter。　She　had　laid　the　mask　aside；　her
part　as　an　actress　was　over。　Yet　the　faded　look　that　came　over　her
beautiful　face；　a　result　either　of　this　performance　or　of　the
evening's　fatigues；　had　its　charms；　too。

〃　'This　is　her　real　self；'　I　thought。

〃She　set　her　foot　on　a　bronze　bar　of　the　fender　as　if　to　warm　it；　took
off　her　gloves；　and　drew　over　her　head　the　gold　chain　from　which　her
bejeweled　scent…bottle　hung。　It　gave　me　a　quite　indescribable　pleasure
to　watch　the　feline　grace　of　every　movement；　the　supple　grace　a　cat
displays　as　it　adjusts　its　toilette　in　the　sun。　She　looked　at　herself
in　the　mirror　and　said　aloud　ill…humoredly'I　did　not　look　well　this
evening；　my　complexion　is　going　with　alarming　rapidity；　perhaps　I
ought　to　keep　earlier　hours；　and　give　up　this　life　of　dissipation。
Does　Justine　mean　to　trifle　with　me？'　She　rang　again；　her　maid　hurried
in。　Where　she　had　been　I　cannot　tell；　she　came　in　by　a　secret
staircase。　I　was　anxious　to　make　a　study　of　her。　I　had　lodged
accusations；　in　my　romantic　imaginings；　against　this　invisible
waiting…woman；　a　tall；　well…made　brunette。

〃　'Did　madame　ring？'

〃　'Yes；　twice；'　answered　Foedora；　'are　you　really　growing　deaf
nowadays？'

〃　'I　was　preparing　madame's　milk　of　almonds。'

〃Justine　knelt　down　before　her；　unlaced　her　sandals　and　drew　them　off；
while　her　mistress　lay　carelessly　back　on　her　cushioned　armchair
beside　the　fire；　yawned；　and　scratched　her　head。　Every　movement　was
perfectly　natural；　there　was　nothing　whatever　to　indicate　the　secret
sufferings　or　emotions　with　which　I　had　credited　her。

〃　'George　must　be　in　love！'　she　remarked。　'I　shall　dismiss　him。　He　has
drawn　the　curtains　again　to…night。　What　does　he　mean　by　it？'

〃All　the　blood　in　my　veins　rushed　to　my　heart　at　this　observation；　but
no　more　was　said　about　curtains。

〃　'Life　is　very　empty；'　the　countess　went　on。　'Ah！　be　careful　not　to
scratch　me　as　you　did　yesterday。　Just　look　here；　I　still　have　the
marks　of　your　nails　about　me；'　and　she　held　out　a　silken　knee。　She
thrust　her　bare　feet　into　velvet　slippers　bound　with　swan's…down；　and
unfastened　her　dress；　while　Justine　prepared　to　comb　her　hair。

〃　'You　ought　to　marry；　madame；　and　have　children。'

〃　'Children！'　she　cried；　'it　wants　no　more　than　that　to　finish　me　at
once；　and　a　husband！　What　man　is　there　to　whom　I　could？　Was　my
hair　well　arranged　to…night？'

〃　'Not　particularly。'

〃　'You　are　a　fool！'

〃　'That　way　of　crimping　your　hair　too　much　is　the　least　becoming　way
possible　for　you。　Large；　smooth　curls　suit　you　a　great　deal　better。'

〃　'Really？'

〃　'Yes；　really；　madame；　that　wavy　style　only　looks　nice　in　fair　hair。'

〃　'Marriage？　never；　never！　Marriage　is　a　commercial　arrangement；　for
which　I　was　never　made。'

〃What　a　disheartening　scene　for　a　lover！　Here　was　a　lonely　woman；
without　friends　or　kin；　without　the　religion　of　love；　without　faith　in
any　affection。　Yet　however　slightly　she　might　feel　the　need　to　pour
out　her　heart；　a　craving　that　every　human　being　feels；　it　could　only
be　satisfied　by　gossiping　with　her　maid；　by　trivial　and　indifferent
talk。　。　。　。　I　grieved　for　her。

〃Justine　unlaced　her。　I　watched　her　carefully　when　she　was　at　last
unveiled。　Her　maidenly　form；　in　its　rose…tinged　whiteness；　was　visible
through　her　shift　in　the　taper　light；　as　dazzling　as　some　silver
statue　behind　its　gauze　covering。　No；　there　was　no　defect　that　need
shrink　from　the　stolen　glances　of　love。　Alas；　a　fair　form　will
overcome　the　stoutest　resolutions！

〃The　maid　lighted　the　taper　in　the　alabaster　sconce　that　hung　before
the　bed；　while　her　mistress　sat　thoughtful　and　silent　before　the　fire。
Justine　went　for　a　warming…pan；　turned　down　the　bed；　and　helped　to　lay
her　mistress　in　it；　then；　after　some　further　time　spent　in
punctiliously　rendering　various　services　that　showed　how　seriously
Foedora　respected　herself；　her　maid　left　her。　The　countess　turned　to
and　fro　several　times；　and　sighed；　she　was　ill　at　ease；　faint；　just
perceptible　sounds；　like　sighs　of　impatience；　escaped　from　her　lips。
She　reached　out　a　hand　to　the　table；　and　took　a　flask　from　it；　from
which　she　shook　four　or　five　drops　of　some　brown　liquid　into　some　milk
before　taking　it；　again　there　followed　some　painful　sighs；　and　the
exclamation；　'MON　DIEU！'

〃The　cry；　and　the　tone　in　which　it　was　uttered；　wrung　my　heart。　By
degrees　she　lay　motionless。　This　frightened　me；　but　very　soon　I　heard
a　sleeper's　heavy；　regular　breathing。　I　drew　the　rustling　silk
curtains　apart；　left　my　post；　went　to　the　foot　of　the　bed；　and　gazed
at　her　with　feelings　that　I　cannot　define。　She　was　so　enchanting　as
she　lay　like　a　child；　with　her　arm　above　her　head；　but　the　sweetness
of　the　fair；　quiet　visage；　surrounded　by　the　lace；　only　irritated　me。
I　had　not　been　prepared　for　the　torture　to　which　I　was　compelled　to
submit。

〃　'Mon　Dieu！'　that　scrap　of　a　thought　which　I　understood　not；　but　must
even　take　as　my　sole　light；　had　suddenly　modified　my　opinion　of
Foedora。　Trite　or　profoundly　significant；　frivolous　or　of　deep　import；
the　words　might　be　construed　as　expressive　of　either　pleasure　or　pain；
of　physical　or　of　mental　suffering。　Was　it　a　prayer　or　a　malediction；
a　forecast　or　a　memory；　a　fear　or　a　regret？　A　whole　life　lay　in　that
utterance；　a　life　of　wealth　or　of　penury；　perhaps　it　contained　a
crime！

〃The　mystery　that　lurked　beneath　this　fair　semblance　of　womanhood　grew
afresh；　there　were　so　many　ways　of　explaining　Foedora；　that　she　became
inexplicable。　A　sort　of　language　seemed　to　flow　from　between　her　lips。
I　put　thoughts　and　feelings　into　the　accidents　of　her　breathing；
whether　weak　or　regular；　gentle；　or　labored。　I　shared　her　dreams；　I
would　fain　have　divined　her　secrets　by　reading　them　through　her
slumber。　I　hesitated　among　contradictory　opinions　and　decisions
without　number。　I　could　not　deny　my　heart　to　the　woman　I　saw　before
me；　with　the　calm；　pure　beauty　in　her　face。　I　resolved　to　make　one
more　effort。　If　I　told　her　the　story　of　my　life；　my　love；　my
sacrifices；　might　I　not　awaken　pity　in　her　or　draw　a　tear　from　her　who
never　wept？

〃As　I　set　all　my　hopes　on　this　last　experiment；　the　sounds　in　the
streets　showed　that　day　was　at　hand。　For　a　moment's　space　I　pictured
Foedora　waking　to　find　herself　in　my　arms。　I　could　have　stolen　softly
to　her　side　and　slipped　them　about　her　in　a　close　embrace。　Resolved　to
resist　the　cruel　tyranny　of　this　thought；　I　hurried　into　the　salon；
heedless　of　any　sounds　I　might　make；　but；　luckily；　I　came　upon　a
secret　door　leading　to　a　little　staircase。　As　I　expected；　the　key　was
in　the　lock；　I　slammed　the　door；　went　boldly　out　into　the　court；　and
gained　the　street　in　three　bounds；　without　looking　round　to　see
whether　I　was　observed。

〃A　dramatist　was　to　read　a　comedy　at　the　countess'　house　in　two　days'
time；　I　went　thither；　intending　to　outstay　the　others；　so　as　to　make　a
rather　singular　request　to　her；　I　meant　to　ask　her　to　keep　the
following　evening　for　me　alone；　and　to　deny　herself　to　other　comers；
but　when　I　found　myself　alone　with　her；　my　courage　failed。　Every　tick
of　the　clock　alarmed　me。　It　wanted　only　a　quarter　of　an　hour　of
midnight。

〃　'If　I　do　not　speak；'　I　thought　to　myself；　'I　must　smash　my　head
against　the　corner　of　the　mantelpiece。'

〃I　gave　myself　three　minutes'　grace；　the　three　minutes　went　by；　and　I
did　not　smash　my　head　upon　the　marble；　my　heart　grew　heavy；　like　a
sponge　with　water。

〃　'You　are　exceedingly　amusing；'　said　she。

〃　'Ah；　madame；　if　you　could　but　understand　me！'　I　answered。

〃　'What　is　the　matte