Original Short Stories

第33章

Suddenly,atthebottomofthebowlappearedalittlebrownspot,nobiggerthanatinyseed.However,itwasmoving.Itwasaflea!Firsttherewerecriesofastonishmentandthenshoutsoflaughter.Aflea!

Well,thatwasagoodjoke,amightygoodone!Caniveauwasslappinghisthigh,CesaireHorlavillesnappedhiswhip,thepriestlaughedlikeabrayingdonkey,theteachercackledasthoughheweresneezing,andthetwowomenweregivinglittlescreamsofjoy,likethecluckingofhens.

Belhommehadseatedhimselfonthetableandhadtakenthebowlbetweenhisknees;hewasobserving,withseriousattentionandavengefulangerinhiseye,theconqueredinsectwhichwastwistingroundinthewater.

Hegrunted,"Yourottenlittlebeast!"andhespatonit.

Thedriver,wildwithjoy,keptrepeating:"Aflea,aflea,ah!thereyouare,damnedlittleflea,damnedlittleflea,damnedlittleflea!"Thenhavingcalmeddownalittle,hecried:"Well,backtothecoach!We’velostenoughtime."

DISCOVERY

Thesteamerwascrowdedwithpeopleandthecrossingpromisedtobegood.

IwasgoingfromHavretoTrouville.

Theropeswerethrownoff,thewhistleblewforthelasttime,thewholeboatstartedtotremble,andthegreatwheelsbegantorevolve,slowlyatfirst,andthenwithever—increasingrapidity.

Wewereglidingalongthepier,blackwithpeople.Thoseonboardwerewavingtheirhandkerchiefs,asthoughtheywereleavingforAmerica,andtheirfriendsonshorewereansweringinthesamemanner.

ThebigJulysunwasshiningdownontheredparasols,thelightdresses,thejoyousfacesandontheocean,barelystirredbyaripple.Whenwewereoutoftheharbor,thelittlevesselswungroundthebigcurveandpointedhernosetowardthedistantshorewhichwasbarelyvisiblethroughtheearlymorningmist.OnourleftwasthebroadestuaryoftheSeine,hermuddywater,whichnevermingleswiththatoftheocean,makinglargeyellowstreaksclearlyoutlinedagainsttheimmensesheetofthepuregreensea.

AssoonasIamonaboatIfeeltheneedofwalkingtoandfro,likeasailoronwatch.Why?Idonotknow.ThereforeIbegantothreadmywayalongthedeckthroughthecrowdoftravellers.SuddenlyIheardmynamecalled.Iturnedaround.Ibeheldoneofmyoldfriends,HenriSidoine,whomIhadnotseenfortenyears.

Weshookhandsandcontinuedourwalktogether,talkingofonethingoranother.SuddenlySidoine,whohadbeenobservingthecrowdofpassengers,criedoutangrily:

"It’sdisgusting,theboatisfullofEnglishpeople!"

Itwasindeedfullofthem.Themenwerestandingabout,lookingovertheoceanwithanall—importantair,asthoughtosay:"WearetheEnglish,thelordsofthesea!Hereweare!"

Theyounggirls,formless,withshoeswhichremindedoneofthenavalconstructionsoftheirfatherland,wrappedinmulti—coloredshawls,weresmilingvacantlyatthemagnificentscenery.Theirsmallheads,plantedatthetopoftheirlongbodies,woreEnglishhatsofthestrangestbuild.

Andtheoldmaids,thinneryet,openingtheircharacteristicjawstothewind,seemedtothreatenonewiththeirlong,yellowteeth.Onpassingthem,onecouldnoticethesmellofrubberandoftoothwash.

Sidoinerepeated,withgrowinganger:

"Disgusting!CanweneverstoptheircomingtoFrance?"

Iasked,smiling:

"Whathaveyougotagainstthem?AsfarasIamconcerned,theydon’tworryme."

Hesnappedout:

"Ofcoursetheydon’tworryyou!ButImarriedoneofthem."

Istoppedandlaughedathim.

"Goaheadandtellmeaboutit.Doesshemakeyouveryunhappy?"

Heshruggedhisshoulders.

"No,notexactly."

"Thenshe——isnottruetoyou?"

"Unfortunately,sheis.Thatwouldbecauseforadivorce,andIcouldgetridofher."

"ThenI’mafraidIdon’tunderstand!"

"Youdon’tunderstand?I’mnotsurprised.Well,shesimplylearnedhowtospeakFrench——that’sall!Listen.

"Ididn’thavetheleastdesireofgettingmarriedwhenIwenttospendthesummeratEtretattwoyearsago.Thereisnothingmoredangerousthanwatering—places.Youhavenoideahowitsuitsyounggirls.Parisistheplaceforwomenandthecountryforyounggirls.

"Donkeyrides,surf—bathing,breakfastonthegrass,allthesethingsaretrapssetforthemarriageableman.And,really,thereisnothingprettierthanachildabouteighteen,runningthroughafieldorpickingflowersalongtheroad.

"ImadetheacquaintanceofanEnglishfamilywhowerestoppingatthesamehotelwhereIwas.Thefatherlookedlikethosemenyouseeoverthere,andthemotherwaslikeallotherEnglishwomen.

"Theyhadtwosons,thekindofboyswhoplayroughgameswithballs,batsorracketsfrommorningtillnight;thencametwodaughters,theelderadry,shrivelled—upEnglishwoman,theyoungeradreamofbeauty,aheavenlyblonde.Whenthosechitsmakeuptheirmindstobepretty,theyaredivine.Thisonehadblueeyes,thekindofbluewhichseemstocontainallthepoetry,allthedreams,allthehopesandhappinessoftheworld!

"Whataninfinityofdreamsiscausedbytwosucheyes!Howwelltheyanswerthedim,eternalquestionofourheart!

"ItmustnotbeforgotteneitherthatweFrenchmenadoreforeignwomen.

AssoonaswemeetaRussian,anItalian,aSwede,aSpaniard,oranEnglishwomanwithaprettyface,weimmediatelyfallinlovewithher.

Weenthuseovereverythingwhichcomesfromoutside——clothes,hats,gloves,gunsand——women.Butwhatablunder!

"Ibelievethatthatwhichpleasesusinforeignwomenistheiraccent.

Assoonasawomanspeaksourlanguagebadlywethinksheischarming,ifsheusesthewrongwordsheisexquisiteandifshejabbersinanentirelyunintelligiblejargon,shebecomesirresistible.

"MylittleEnglishgirl,Kate,spokealanguagetobemarvelledat.

AtthebeginningIcouldunderstandnothing,sheinventedsomanynewwords;thenIfellabsolutelyinlovewiththisqueer,amusingdialect.

Allmaimed,strange,ridiculoustermsbecamedelightfulinhermouth.

Everyevening,ontheterraceoftheCasino,wehadlongconversationswhichresembledspokenenigmas.

"Imarriedher!Ilovedherwildly,asonecanonlyloveinadream.

Fortrueloversonlyloveadreamwhichhastakentheformofawoman.

"Well,mydearfellow,themostfoolishthingIeverdidwastogivemywifeaFrenchteacher.AslongassheslaughteredthedictionaryandtorturedthegrammarIadoredher.Ourconversationsweresimple.Theyrevealedtomehersurprisinggracefulnessandmatchlesselegance;theyshowedhertomeasawonderfulspeakingjewel,alivingdollmadetobekissed,knowing,afterafashion,howtoexpresswhatsheloved.Sheremindedmeoftheprettylittletoyswhichsay’papa’and’mamma’whenyoupullastring.

"Nowshetalks——badly——verybadly.Shemakesasmanymistakesasever——

butIcanunderstandher.

"Ihaveopenedmydolltolookinside——andIhaveseen.AndnowIhavetotalktoher!

"Ah!youdon’tknow,asIdo,theopinions,theideas,thetheoriesofawell—educatedyoungEnglishgirl,whomIcanblameinnothing,andwhorepeatstomefrommorningtillnightsentencesfromaFrenchreaderpreparedinEnglandfortheuseofyoungladies’schools.

"Youhaveseenthosecotillonfavors,thoseprettygiltpapers,whichenclosecandieswithanabominabletaste.Ihaveoneofthem.Itoreitopen.IwishedtoeatwhatwasinsideanditdisgustedmesothatIfeelnauseatedatseeinghercompatriots.

"IhavemarriedaparrottowhomsomeoldEnglishgovernessmighthavetaughtFrench.Doyouunderstand?"

TheharborofTrouvillewasnowshowingitswoodenpierscoveredwithpeople.

Isaid:

"Whereisyourwife?"

Heanswered:

"ItookherbacktoEtretat."

"Andyou,whereareyougoing?"

"I?Oh,IamgoingtorestuphereatTrouville."

Then,afterapause,headded:

"Youhavenoideawhatafoolawomancanbeattimes!"

THEACCURSEDBREAD

DaddyTaillehadthreedaughters:Anna,theeldest,whowasscarcelyevermentionedinthefamily;Rose,thesecondgirl,whowaseighteen,andClara,theyoungest,whowasagirloffifteen.

OldTaillewasawidowerandaforemaninM.Lebrument’sbuttonmanufactory.Hewasaveryuprightman,verywellthoughtof,abstemious;infact,asortofmodelworkman.HelivedatHavre,intheRued’Angouleme.

WhenAnnaranawayfromhometheoldmanflewintoafearfulrage.

Hethreatenedtokilltheheadclerkinalargedraper’sestablishmentinthattown,whomhesuspected.Afteratime,whenhewastoldbyvariouspeoplethatshewasverysteadyandinvestingmoneyingovernmentsecurities,thatshewasnogadabout,butwasagreatfriendofMonsieurDubois,whowasajudgeoftheTribunalofCommerce,thefatherwasappeased.

Heevenshowedsomeanxietyastohowshewasgettingon,andaskedsomeofheroldfriendswhohadbeentoseeher,andwhentoldthatshehadherownfurniture,andthathermantelpiecewascoveredwithvasesandthewallswithpictures,thattherewereclocksandcarpetseverywhere,hegaveabroadcontentedsmile.Hehadbeenworkingforthirtyyearstogettogetherawretchedfiveorsixthousandfrancs.Thisgirlwasevidentlynofool.

OnefinemorningthesonofTouchard,thecooper,attheotherendofthestreet,cameandaskedhimforthehandofRose,thesecondgirl.Theoldman’sheartbegantobeat,fortheTouchardswererichandinagoodposition.Hewasdecidedlyluckywithhisgirls.

Themarriagewasagreedupon,anditwassettledthatitshouldbeagrandaffair,andtheweddingdinnerwastobeheldatSainte—Adresse,atMotherJusa’srestaurant.Itwouldcostalotcertainly,butnevermind,itdidnotmatterjustforonceinaway.

Butonemorning,justastheoldmanwasgoinghometoluncheonwithhistwodaughters,thedooropenedsuddenly,andAnnaappeared.Shewaswelldressedandlookedundeniablyprettyandnice.Shethrewherarmsroundherfather’sneckbeforehecouldsayaword,thenfellintohersisters’

armswithmanytearsandthenaskedforaplate,sothatshemightsharethefamilysoup.Taillewasmovedtotearsinhisturnandsaidseveraltimes:

"Thatisright,dear,thatisright."

Thenshetoldthemaboutherself.ShedidnotwishRose’sweddingtotakeplaceatSainte—Adresse——certainlynot.Itshouldtakeplaceatherhouseandwouldcostherfathernothing.Shehadsettledeverythingandarrangedeverything,soitwas"nogoodtosayanymoreaboutit——there!"

"Verywell,mydear!verywell!"theoldmansaid;"wewillleaveitso."Butthenhefeltsomedoubt.WouldtheTouchardsconsent?ButRose,thebride—elect,wassurprisedandasked:"Whyshouldtheyobject,Ishouldliketoknow?Justleavethattome;IwilltalktoPhilipaboutit."

Shementionedittoherlovertheverysameday,andhedeclareditwouldsuithimexactly.FatherandMotherTouchardwerenaturallydelightedattheideaofagooddinnerwhichwouldcostthemnothingandsaid:

"Youmaybequitesurethateverythingwillbeinfirst—ratestyle."

Theyaskedtobeallowedtobringafriend,MadameFlorence,thecookonthefirstfloor,andAnnaagreedtoeverything.

TheweddingwasfixedforthelastTuesdayofthemonth.

AfterthecivilformalitiesandthereligiousceremonytheweddingpartywenttoAnna’shouse.AmongthosewhomtheTailleshadbroughtwasacousinofacertainage,aMonsieurSauvetanin,amangiventophilosophicalreflections,serious,andalwaysveryself—possessed,andMadameLamondois,anoldaunt.

MonsieurSautevaninhadbeentoldofftogiveAnnahisarm,astheywerelookeduponasthetwomostimportantpersonsinthecompany.

AssoonastheyhadarrivedatthedoorofAnna’shousesheletgohercompanion’sarm,andranonahead,saying:"Iwillshowyoutheway,"andranupstairswhiletheinvitedguestsfollowedmoreslowly;and,whentheygotupstairs,shestoodononesidetoletthempass,andtheyrolledtheireyesandturnedtheirheadsinalldirectionstoadmirethismysteriousandluxuriousdwelling.

Thetablewaslaidinthedrawing—room,asthedining—roomhadbeenthoughttoosmall.Extraknives,forksandspoonshadbeenhiredfromaneighboringrestaurant,anddecantersstoodfullofwineundertheraysofthesunwhichshoneinthroughthewindow.

Theladieswentintothebedroomtotakeofftheirshawlsandbonnets,andFatherTouchard,whowasstandingatthedoor,madefunnyandsuggestivesignstothemen,withmanyawinkandnod.DaddyTaille,whothoughtagreatdealofhimself,lookedwithfatherlyprideathischild’swell—furnishedroomsandwentfromonetotheother,holdinghishatinhishand,makingamentalinventoryofeverything,andwalkinglikeavergerinachurch.

Annawentbackwardandforward,ranaboutgivingordersandhurryingontheweddingfeast.Soonsheappearedatthedoorofthedining—roomandcried:"Comehere,allofyou,foramoment,"andasthetwelveguestsenteredtheroomtheysawtwelveglassesofMadeiraonasmalltable.

Roseandherhusbandhadtheirarmsroundeachother’swaistsandwerekissingeachotherineverycorner.MonsieurSauvetaninnevertookhiseyesoffAnna.

Theysatdown,andtheweddingbreakfastbegan,therelationssittingatoneendofthetableandtheyoungpeopleattheother.MadameTouchard,themother,presidedontherightandthebrideontheleft.Annalookedaftereverybody,sawthattheglasseswerekeptfilledandtheplateswellsupplied.Theguestsevidentlyfeltacertainrespectfulembarrassmentatthesightofallthesumptuousnessoftheroomsandatthelavishmannerinwhichtheyweretreated.Theyallateheartilyofthegoodthingsprovided,buttherewerenojokessuchasareprevalent.

atweddingsofthatsort;itwasalltoogrand,anditmadethemfeeluncomfortable.OldMadameTouchard,whowasfondofabitoffun,triedtoenlivenmattersalittle,andatthebeginningofthedessertsheexclaimed:"Isay,Philip,dosingussomething."TheneighborsintheirstreetconsideredthathehadthefinestvoiceinallHavre.

Thebridegroomgotup,smiled,and,turningtohissister—in—law,frompolitenessandgallantry,triedtothinkofsomethingsuitablefortheoccasion,somethingseriousandcorrect,toharmonizewiththeseriousnessoftherepast.

Annahadasatisfiedlookonherface,andleanedbackinherchairtolisten,andallassumedlooksofattention,thoughpreparedtosmileshouldsmileshecalledfor.

Thesingerannounced"TheAccursedBread,"and,extendinghisrightarm,whichmadehiscoatruckupintohisneck,hebegan.

Itwasdecidedlylong,threeversesofeightlineseach,withthelastlineandthelastbutonerepeatedtwice.

Allwentwellforthefirsttwoverses;theyweretheusualcommonplacesaboutbreadgainedbyhonestlaborandbydishonesty.Theauntandthebrideweptoutright.Thecook,whowaspresent,attheendofthefirstverselookedatarollwhichsheheldinherhand,withstreamingeyes,asifitappliedtoher,whileallapplaudedvigorously.Attheendofthesecondversethetwoservants,whowerestandingwiththeirbackstothewall,joinedloudlyinthechorus,andtheauntandthebrideweptoutright.

DaddyTailleblewhisnosewiththenoiseofatrombone,andoldTouchardbrandishedawholeloafhalfoverthetable,andthecookshedsilenttearsonthecrustwhichshewasstillholding.

AmidthegeneralemotionMonsieurSauvetaninsaid:

"Thatistherightsortofsong;verydifferentfromthenasty,riskythingsonegenerallyhearsatweddings."

Anna,whowasvisiblyaffected,kissedherhandtohersisterandpointedtoherhusbandwithanaffectionatenod,asiftocongratulateher.

Intoxicatedbyhissuccess,theyoungmancontinued,andunfortunatelythelastversecontainedwordsaboutthe"breadofdishonor"gainedbyyounggirlswhohadbeenledastray.Noonetookuptherefrainaboutthisbread,supposedtobeeatenwithtears,exceptoldTouchardandthetwoservants.Annahadgrowndeadlypaleandcastdownhereyes,whilethebridegroomlookedfromonetotheotherwithoutunderstandingthereasonforthissuddencoldness,andthecookhastilydroppedthecrustasifitwerepoisoned.

MonsieurSauvetaninsaidsolemnly,inordertosavethesituation:"Thatlastcoupletisnotatallnecessary";andDaddyTaille,whohadgotreduptohisears,lookedroundthetablefiercely.

ThenAnna,hereyesswimmingintears,toldtheservantsinthefalteringvoiceofawomantryingtostiflehersobs,tobringthechampagne.

Alltheguestsweresuddenlyseizedwithexuberantjoy,andalltheirfacesbecameradiantagain.AndwhenoldTouchard,whohadseen,feltandunderstoodnothingofwhatwasgoingon,andpointingtotheguestssoastoemphasizehiswords,sangthelastwordsoftherefrain:

"Children,Iwarnyoualltoeatnotofthatbread,"thewholecompany,whentheysawthechampagnebottles,withtheirneckscoveredwithgoldfoil,appear,burstoutsinging,asifelectrifiedbythesight:

"Children,Iwarnyoualltoeatnotofthatbread."

THEDOWRY

ThemarriageofMaitreSimonLebrumentwithMademoiselleJeanneCordierwasasurprisetonoone.MaitreLebrumenthadboughtoutthepracticeofMaitrePapillon;naturally,hehadtohavemoneytopayforit;andMademoiselleJeanneCordierhadthreehundredthousandfrancsclearincurrency,andinbondspayabletobearer.

MaitreLebrumentwasahandsomeman.Hewasstylish,althoughinaprovincialway;but,nevertheless,hewasstylish——ararethingatBoutigny—le—Rebours.

MademoiselleCordierwasgracefulandfresh—looking,althoughatrifleawkward;nevertheless,shewasahandsomegirl,andonetobedesired.

ThemarriageceremonyturnedallBoutignytopsy—turvy.Everybodyadmiredtheyoungcouple,whoquicklyreturnedhometodomesticfelicity,havingdecidedsimplytotakeashorttriptoParis,afterafewdaysofretirement.

Thistete—a—tetewasdelightful,MaitreLebrumenthavingshownjusttheproperamountofdelicacy.Hehadtakenashismotto:"Everythingcomestohimwhowaits."Heknewhowtobeatthesametimepatientandenergetic.Hissuccesswasrapidandcomplete.

Afterfourdays,MadameLebrumentadoredherhusband.Shecouldnotgetalongwithouthim.Shewouldsitonhisknees,andtakinghimbytheearsshewouldsay:"Openyourmouthandshutyoureyes."Hewouldopenhismouthwideandpartlyclosehiseyes,andhewouldtrytonipherfingersassheslippedsomedaintybetweenhisteeth.Thenshewouldgivehimakiss,sweetandlong,whichwouldmakechillsrunupanddownhisspine.Andthen,inhisturn,hewouldnothaveenoughcaressestopleasehiswifefrommorningtonightandfromnighttomorning.

Whenthefirstweekwasover,hesaidtohisyoungcompanion:

"Ifyouwish,wewillleaveforParisnextTuesday.Wewillbeliketwolovers,wewillgototherestaurants,thetheatres,theconcerthalls,everywhere,everywhere!"

Shewasreadytodanceforjoy.

"Oh!yes,yes.Letusgoassoonaspossible."

Hecontinued:

"Andthen,aswemustforgetnothing,askyourfathertohaveyourdowryready;IshallpayMaitrePapillononthistrip."

Sheanswered:

"Allright:Iwilltellhimto—morrowmorning."

Andhetookherinhisarmsoncemore,torenewthosesweetgamesoflovewhichshehadsoenjoyedforthepastweek.

ThefollowingTuesday,father—in—lawandmother—in—lawwenttothestationwiththeirdaughterandtheirson—in—lawwhowereleavingforthecapital.

Thefather—in—lawsaid:

"Itellyouitisveryimprudenttocarrysomuchmoneyaboutinapocketbook."Andtheyounglawyersmiled.

"Don’tworry;Iamaccustomedtosuchthings.Youunderstandthat,inmyprofession,Isometimeshaveasmuchasamillionaboutme.Inthismanner,atleastweavoidagreatamountofredtapeanddelay.Youneedn’tworry."

Theconductorwascrying:

"AllaboardforParis!"

Theyscrambledintoacar,wheretwooldladieswerealreadyseated.

Lebrumentwhisperedintohiswife’sear:

"Whatabother!Iwon’tbeabletosmoke."

Sheansweredinalowvoice"Itannoysmetoo,butnotanaccountofyourcigar."

Thewhistleblewandthetrainstarted.Thetriplastedaboutanhour,duringwhichtimetheydidnotsayverymuchtoeachother,asthetwooldladiesdidnotgotosleep.

AssoonastheywereinfrontoftheSaint—LazareStation,MaitreLebrumentsaidtohiswife:

"Dearie,letusfirstgoovertotheBoulevardandgetsomethingtoeat;

thenwecanquietlyreturnandgetourtrunkandbringittothehotel."

Sheimmediatelyassented.

"Oh!yes.Let’seatattherestaurant.Isitfar?"

Heanswered:

"Yes,it’squiteadistance,butwewilltaketheomnibus."

Shewassurprised:

"Whydon’twetakeacab?"

Hebegantoscoldhersmilingly:

"Isthatthewayyousavemoney?Acabforafiveminutes’rideatsixcentsaminute!Youwoulddepriveyourselfofnothing."

"That’sso,"shesaid,alittleembarrassed.

Abigomnibuswaspassingby,drawnbythreebighorses,whichweretrottingalong.Lebrumentcalledout:

"Conductor!Conductor!"

Theheavycarriagestopped.Andtheyounglawyer,pushinghiswife,saidtoherquickly:

"Goinside;I’mgoingupontop,sothatImaysmokeatleastonecigarettebeforelunch."

Shehadnotimetoanswer.Theconductor,whohadseizedherbythearmtohelpherupthestep,pushedherinside,andshefellintoaseat,bewildered,lookingthroughthebackwindowatthefeetofherhusbandasheclimbeduptothetopofthevehicle.

Andshesattheremotionless,betweenafatmanwhosmelledofcheaptobaccoandanoldwomanwhosmelledofgarlic.

Alltheotherpassengerswerelinedupinsilence——agrocer’sboy,ayounggirl,asoldier,agentlemanwithgold—rimmedspectaclesandabigsilkhat,twoladieswithaself—satisfiedandcrabbedlook,whichseemedtosay:"Weareridinginthisthing,butwedon’thaveto,"twosistersofcharityandanundertaker.Theylookedlikeacollectionofcaricatures.

Thejoltingofthewagonmadethemwagtheirhe

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