general
motion" target="_blank" title="n.感情;情绪;激动">
emotion, that it must be he this time, he whose soul she
had tortured with such cold
cruelty, and
knowing that she could
make
amends for the past and bring back their former love, she
replied to him, and granted him the meeting that he asked for.
She fell into his arms, and they both sobbed with joy and
ecstasy. Their kisses were those which lips give only when they
have lost each other and found each other again at last, when
they meet and
exhaust themselves in each other's looks, thirsting
for
tenderness, love, and enjoyment.
* * * * * * *
Last week Count de Baudemont carried off Marie Anne quietly and
coolly, just like one resumes possession of one's house on
returning from a journey, and drives out the intruders. And when
Maitre Garrulier was told of this unheard of
scandal, he rubbed
his hands--the long,
delicate hands of a sensual prelate--and
exclaimed:
"That is
absolutelylogical, and I should like to be in their
place."
THE MAD WOMAN
"I can tell you a terrible story about the Franco-Prussian war,"
Monsieur d'Endolin said to some friends assembled in the
smoking-room of Baron de Ravot's
chateau. "You know my house in
the Faubourg de Cormeil, I was living there when the Prussians
came, and I had for a neighbor a kind of mad woman, who had lost
her senses in
consequence of a
series of misfortunes. At the age
of seven and twenty she had lost her father, her husband, and her
newly born child, all in the space of a month.
"When death has once entered into a house, it almost invariably
returns immediately, as if it knew the way, and the young woman,
overwhelmed with grief, took to her bed and was delirious for six
weeks. Then a
species of calm lassitude succeeded that
violentcrisis, and she remained
motionless" target="_blank" title="a.静止的;固定的">
motionless, eating next to nothing, and
only moving her eyes. Every time they tried to make her get up,
she screamed as if they were about to kill her, and so they ended
by leaving her
continually in bed, and only
taking her out to
wash her, to change her linen, and to turn her mattress.
"An old servant remained with her, to give her something to
drink, or a little cold meat, from time to time. What passed in
that
despairing mind? No one ever knew, for she did not speak at
all now. Was she thinking of the dead? Was she dreaming sadly,
without any
preciserecollection of anything that had happened?
Or was her memory as
stagnant as water without any current? But
however this may have been, for fifteen years she remained thus
inert and secluded.
"The war broke out, and in the
beginning of December the Germans
came to Cormeil. I can remember it as if it were but yesterday.
It was freezing hard enough to split the stones, and I myself was
lying back in an
armchair, being
unable to move on
account of the
gout, when I heard their heavy and regular tread, and could see
them pass from my window.
"They defiled past interminably, with that
peculiarmotion of a
puppet on wires, which belongs to them. Then the officers
billeted their men on the inhabitants, and I had seventeen of
them. My neighbor, the crazy woman, had a dozen, one of whom was
the Commandant, a regular
violent, surly swashbuckler.
"During the first few days, everything went on as usual. The
officers next door had been told that the lady was ill, and they
did not trouble themselves about that in the least, but soon that
woman whom they never saw irritated them. They asked what
her
illness was, and were told that she had been in bed for
fifteen years, in
consequence of terrible grief. No doubt they
did not believe it, and thought that the poor mad creature would
not leave her bed out of pride, so that she might not come near
the Prussians, or speak to them or even see them.
"The Commandant insisted upon her receiving him. He was shown
into the room and said to her
roughly: 'I must beg you to get up,
Madame, and to come
downstairs so that we may all see you.' But
she merely turned her vague eyes on him, without replying, and so