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The Two Brothers-Part31_Honore de Balzac(1799-1850)_Translated Works(翻译文学)-第2页

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uncle," said the painter gayly; "but better late than never."

"You are very welcome, my friend," said the old man, looking at his



nephew in a dull way.

"Madame," Joseph said to Flore with an artist's vivacity, "this



morning I was envying my uncle the pleasure he enjoys in being able to

admire you every day."



"Isn't she beautiful?" said the old man, whose dim eyes began to

shine.



"Beautiful enough to be the model of a great painter."

"Nephew," said Rouget, whose elbow Flore was nudging, "this is



Monsieur Maxence Gilet; a man who served the Emperor, like your

brother, in the Imperial Guard."



Joseph rose, and bowed.

"Your brother was in the dragoons, I believe," said Maxence. "I was



only a dust-trotter."

"On foot or on horseback," said Flore, "you both of you risked your



skins."

Joseph took note of Max quite as much as Max took note of Joseph. Max,



who got his clothes from Paris, was dressed as the young dandies of

that day dressed themselves. A pair of light-blue cloth trousers, made



with very full plaits, covered his feet so that only the toes and the

spurs of his boots were seen. His waist was pinched in by a white



waistcoat with chased gold buttons, which was laced behind to serve as

a belt. The waistcoat, buttoned to the throat, showed off his broad



chest, and a black satin stock obliged him to hold his head high, in

soldierly fashion. A handsome gold chain hung from a waistcoat pocket,



in which the outline of a flat watch was barely seen. He was twisting

a watch-key of the kind called a "criquet," which Breguet had lately



invented.

"The fellow is fine-looking," thought Joseph, admiring with a



painter's eye the eager face, the air of strength, and the

intellectual gray eyes which Max had inherited from his father, the



noble. "My uncle must be a fearful bore, and that handsome girl takes

her compensations. It is a triangular household; I see that."



At this instant, Baruch and Francois entered.

"Have you been to see the tower of Issoudun?" Flore asked Joseph. "No?



then if you would like to take a little walk before dinner, which will

not be served for an hour, we will show you the great curiosity of the



town."

"Gladly," said the artist, quite incapable of seeing the slightest



impropriety in so doing.

While Flore went to put on her bonnet, gloves, and cashmere shawl,



Joseph suddenly jumped up, as if an enchanter had touched him with his

wand, to look at the pictures.



"Ah! you have pictures, indeed, uncle!" he said, examining the one

that had caught his eye.



"Yes," answered the old man. "They came to us from the Descoings, who

bought them during the Revolution, when the convents and churches in



Berry were dismantled."

Joseph was not listening; he was lost in admiration of the pictures.



"Magnificent!" he cried. "Oh! what painting! that fellow didn't spoil

his canvas. Dear, dear! better and better, as it is at Nicolet's--"



"There are seven or eight very large ones up in the garret, which were

kept on account of the frames," said Gilet.



"Let me see them!" cried the artist; and Max took him upstairs.

Joseph came down wildly enthusiastic. Max whispered a word to the



Rabouilleuse, who took the old man into the embrasure of a window,

where Joseph heard her say in a low voice, but still so that he could



hear the words:--

"Your nephew is a painter; you don't care for those pictures; be kind,



and give them to him."

"It seems," said Jean-Jacques, leaning on Flore's arm to reach the



place were Joseph was standing in ecstasy before an Albano, "--it seems

that you are a painter--"



"Only a 'rapin,'" said Joseph.

"What may that be?" asked Flore.



"A beginner," replied Joseph.

"Well," continued Jean-Jacques, "if these pictures can be of any use



to you in your business, I give them to you,--but without the frames.

Oh! the frames are gilt, and besides, they are very funny; I will



put--"

"Well done, uncle!" cried Joseph, enchanted; "I'll make you copies of



the same dimensions, which you can put into the frames."

"But that will take your time, and you will want canvas and colors,"






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