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The Hated Son-Part13_Honore de Balzac(1799-1850)_Translated Works(翻译文学)-第2页

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of Etienne. Clothes were certainly not the only point of resemblance

between the king and the subject. Many other sensibilities were in



Etienne as in Louis XIII.,--chastity, melancholy, vague but real

sufferings, chivalrous timidities, the fear of not being able to



express a feeling in all its purity, the dread of too quickly

approaching happiness, which all great souls desire to delay, the



sense of the burden of power, that tendency to obedience which is

found in natures indifferent to material interests, but full of love



for what a noble religious genius has called the "astral."

Though wholly inexpert in the ways of the world, Gabrielle was



conscious that the daughter of a doctor, the humble inhabitant of

Forcalier, was cast at too great a distance from Monseigneur Etienne,



Duc de Nivron and heir to the house of Herouville, to allow them to be

equal; she had as yet no conception of the ennobling of love. The



naive creature thought with no ambition of a place where every other

girl would have longed to seat herself; she saw the obstacles only.



Loving, without as yet knowing what it was to love, she only felt

herself distant from her pleasure, and longed to get nearer to it, as



a child longs for the golden grapes hanging high above its head. To a

girl whose emotions were stirred at the sight of a flower, and who had



unconsciously foreseen love in the chants of the liturgy, how sweet

and how strong must have been the feelings inspired in her breast the



previous night by the sight of the young seigneur's feebleness, which

seemed to reassure her own. But during the night Etienne had been



magnified to her mind; she had made him a hope, a power; she had

placed him so high that now she despaired of ever reaching him.



"Will you permit me to sometimes enter your domain?" asked the duke,

lowing his eyes.



Seeing Etienne so timid, so humble,--for he, on his part, had

magnified Beauvouloir's daughter,--Gabrielle was embarrassed with the



sceptre he placed in her hands; and yet she was profoundly touched and

flattered by such submission. Women alone know what seduction the



respect of their master and lover has for them. Nevertheless, she

feared to deceive herself, and, curious like the first woman, she



wanted to know all.

"I thought you promised yesterday to teach me music," she answered,



hoping that music might be made a pretext for their meetings.

If the poor child had known what Etienne's life really was, she would



have spared him that doubt. To him his word was the echo of his mind,

and Gabrielle's little speech caused him infinite pain. He had come



with his heart full, fearing some cloud upon his daylight, and he met

a doubt. His joy was extinguished; back into his desert he plunged, no



longer finding there the flowers with which he had embellished it.

With that prescience of sorrows which characterizes the angel charged



to soften them--who is, no doubt, the Charity of heaven--Gabrielle

instantly divined the pain she had caused. She was so vividly aware of



her fault that she prayed for the power of God to lay bare her soul to

Etienne, for she knew the cruel pang a reproach or a stern look was



capable of causing; and she artlessly betrayed to him these clouds as

they rose in her soul,--the golden swathings of her dawning love. One



tear which escaped her eyes turned Etienne's pain to pleasure, and he

inwardly accused himself of tyranny. It was fortunate for both that in



the very beginning of their love they should thus come to know the

diapason of their hearts; they avoided henceforth a thousand shocks



which might have wounded them.

Etienne, impatient to entrench himself behind an occupation, led



Gabrielle to a table before the little window at which he himself had

suffered so long, and where he was henceforth to admire a flower more



dainty than all he had hithertostudied. Then he opened a book over

which they bent their heads till their hair touched and mingled.



These two beings, so strong in heart, so weak in body, but embellished

by all the graces of suffering, were a touching sight. Gabrielle was






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