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Maitre Cornelius-Part1_Honore de Balzac(1799-1850)_Translated Works(翻译文学)-第2页

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his hand; if, unfortunately, the hand touched the iron, he would wake,



no doubt, instantly, and glance at his wife. His sardonic lips, his

pointed chin aggressively pushed forward, presented the characteristic



signs of a malignant spirit, a sagacitycoldly cruel, that would

surely enable him to divine all because he suspected everything. His



yellow forehead was wrinkled like those of men whose habit it is to

believe nothing, to weigh all things, and who, like misers chinking



their gold, search out the meaning and the value of human actions. His

bodily frame, though deformed, was bony and solid, and seemed both



vigorous and excitable; in short, you might have thought him a stunted

ogre. Consequently, an inevitable danger awaited the young lady



whenever this terrible seigneur woke. That jealous husband would

surely not fail to see the difference between a worthy old burgher who



gave him no umbrage, and the new-comer, young, slender, and elegant.

"Libera nos a malo," she said, endeavoring to make the young man



comprehend her fears.

The latter raised his head and looked at her. Tears were in his eyes;



tears of love and of despair. At sight of them the lady trembled and

betrayed herself. Both had, no doubt, long resisted and could resist



no longer a love increasing day by day through invincible obstacles,

nurtured by terror, strengthened by youth. The lady was moderately



handsome; but her pallid skin told of secret sufferings that made her

interesting. She had, moreover, an elegant figure, and the finest hair



in the world. Guarded by a tiger, she risked her life in whispering a

word, accepting a look, and permitting a mere pressure of the hand.



Love may never have been more deeply felt than in those hearts, never

more delightfully enjoyed, but certainly no passion was ever more



perilous. It was easy to divine that to these two beings air, sound,

foot-falls, etc., things indifferent to other men, presented hidden



qualities, peculiar properties which they distinguished. Perhaps their

love made them find faithful interpreters in the icy hands of the old



priest to whom they confessed their sins, and from whom they received

the Host at the holy table. Love profound! love gashed into the soul



like a scar upon the body which we carry through life! When these two

young people looked at each other, the woman seemed to say to her



lover, "Let us love each other and die!" To which the young knight

answered, "Let us love each other and not die." In reply, she showed



him a sign her old duenna and two pages. The duenna slept; the pages

were young and seeminglycareless of what might happen, either of good



or evil, to their masters.

"Do not be frightened as you leave the church; let yourself be



managed."

The young nobleman had scarcely said these words in a low voice, when



the hand of the old seigneur dropped upon the hilt of his dagger.

Feeling the cold iron he woke, and his yellow eyes fixed themselves



instantly on his wife. By a privilege seldom granted even to men of

genius, he awoke with his mind as clear, his ideas as lucid as though



he had not slept at all. The man had the mania of jealousy. The lover,

with one eye on his mistress, had watched the husband with the other,



and he now rose quickly, effacing himself behind a column at the

moment when the hand of the old man fell; after which he disappeared,



swiftly as a bird. The lady lowered her eyes to her book and tried to

seem calm; but she could not prevent her face from blushing and her



heart from beating with unnaturalviolence. The old lord saw the

unusual crimson on the cheeks, forehead, even the eyelids of his wife.



He looked about him cautiously, but seeing no one to distrust, he said

to his wife:--



"What are you thinking of, my dear?"

"The smell of the incense turns me sick," she replied.



"It is particularly bad to-day?" he asked.

In spite of this sarcastic query, the wily old man pretended to






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