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cousin betty-第18部分

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indifferent to the gossip of persons unconnected with her。 Just as a
peasant sees nothing beyond his village; she cared for nobody's
opinion outside the little circle in which she lived。 So she boldly
went up; not to her own room; but to the garret; and this is why。 At
dessert she had filled her bag with fruit and sweets for her lover;
and she went to give them to him; exactly as an old lady brings home a
biscuit for her dog。

She found the hero of Hortense's dreams working by the light of a
small lamp; of which the light was intensified by the use of a bottle
of water as a lensa pale young man; seated at a workman's bench
covered with a modeler's tools; wax; chisels; rough…hewn stone; and
bronze castings; he wore a blouse; and had in his hand a little group
in red wax; which he gazed at like a poet absorbed in his labors。

〃Here; Wenceslas; see what I have brought you;〃 said she; laying her
handkerchief on a corner of the table; then she carefully took the
sweetmeats and fruit out of her bag。

〃You are very kind; mademoiselle;〃 replied the exile in melancholy
tones。

〃It will do you good; poor boy。 You get feverish by working so hard;
you were not born to such a rough life。〃

Wenceslas Steinbock looked at her with a bewildered air。

〃Eatcome; eat;〃 said she sharply; 〃instead of looking at me as you
do at one of your images when you are satisfied with it。〃

On being thus smacked with words; the young man seemed less puzzled;
for this; indeed; was the female Mentor whose tender moods were always
a surprise to him; so much more accustomed was he to be scolded。

Though Steinbock was nine…and…twenty; like many fair men; he looked
five or six years younger; and seeing his youth; though its freshness
had faded under the fatigue and stress of life in exile; by the side
of that dry; hard face; it seemed as though Nature had blundered in
the distribution of sex。 He rose and threw himself into a deep chair
of Louis XV。 pattern; covered with yellow Utrecht velvet; as if to
rest himself。 The old maid took a greengage and offered it to him。

〃Thank you;〃 said he; taking the plum。

〃Are you tired?〃 said she; giving him another。

〃I am not tired with work; but tired of life;〃 said he。

〃What absurd notions you have!〃 she exclaimed with some annoyance。
〃Have you not had a good genius to keep an eye on you?〃 she said;
offering him the sweetmeats; and watching him with pleasure as he ate
them all。 〃You see; I thought of you when dining with my cousin。〃

〃I know;〃 said he; with a look at Lisbeth that was at once
affectionate and plaintive; 〃but for you I should long since have
ceased to live。 But; my dear lady; artists require relaxation〃

〃Ah! there we come to the point!〃 cried she; interrupting him; her
hands on her hips; and her flashing eyes fixed on him。 〃You want to go
wasting your health in the vile resorts of Paris; like so many
artisans; who end by dying in the workhouse。 No; no; make a fortune;
and then; when you have money in the funds; you may amuse yourself;
child; then you will have enough to pay for the doctor and for your
pleasure; libertine that you are。〃

Wenceslas Steinbock; on receiving this broadside; with an
accompaniment of looks that pierced him like a magnetic flame; bent
his head。 The most malignant slanderer on seeing this scene would at
once have understood that the hints thrown out by the Oliviers were
false。 Everything in this couple; their tone; manner; and way of
looking at each other; proved the purity of their private live。 The
old maid showed the affection of rough but very genuine maternal
feeling; the young man submitted; as a respectful son yields to the
tyranny of a mother。 The strange alliance seemed to be the outcome of
a strong will acting constantly on a weak character; on the fluid
nature peculiar to the Slavs; which; while it does not hinder them
from showing heroic courage in battle; gives them an amazing
incoherency of conduct; a moral softness of which physiologists ought
to try to detect the causes; since physiologists are to political life
what entomologists are to agriculture。

〃But if I die before I am rich?〃 said Wenceslas dolefully。

〃Die!〃 cried she。 〃Oh; I will not let you die。 I have life enough for
both; and I would have my blood injected into your veins if
necessary。〃

Tears rose to Steinbock's eyes as he heard her vehement and artless
speech。

〃Do not be unhappy; my little Wenceslas;〃 said Lisbeth with feeling。
〃My cousin Hortense thought your seal quite pretty; I am sure; and I
will manage to sell your bronze group; you will see; you will have
paid me off; you will be able to do as you please; you will soon be
free。 Come; smile a little!〃

〃I can never repay you; mademoiselle;〃 said the exile。

〃And why not?〃 asked the peasant woman; taking the Livonian's part
against herself。

〃Because you not only fed me; lodged me; cared for me in my poverty;
but you also gave me strength。 You have made me what I am; you have
often been stern; you have made me very unhappy〃

〃I?〃 said the old maid。 〃Are you going to pour out all your nonsense
once more about poetry and the arts; and to crack your fingers and
stretch your arms while you spout about the ideal; and beauty; and all
your northern madness?Beauty is not to compare with solid pudding
and what am I!You have ideas in your brain? What is the use of them?
I too have ideas。 What is the good of all the fine things you may have
in your soul if you can make no use of them? Those who have ideas do
not get so far as those who have none; if they don't know which way to
go。

〃Instead of thinking over your ideas you must work。Now; what have
you done while I was out?〃

〃What did your pretty cousin say?〃

〃Who told you she was pretty?〃 asked Lisbeth sharply; in a tone hollow
with tiger…like jealousy。

〃Why; you did。〃

〃That was only to see your face。 Do you want to go trotting after
petticoats? You who are so fond of women; well; make them in bronze。
Let us see a cast of your desires; for you will have to do without the
ladies for some little time yet; and certainly without my cousin; my
good fellow。 She is not game for your bag; that young lady wants a man
with sixty thousand francs a yearand has found him!

〃Why; your bed is not made!〃 she exclaimed; looking into the adjoining
room。 〃Poor dear boy; I quite forgot you!〃

The sturdy woman pulled off her gloves; her cape and bonnet; and
remade the artist's little camp bed as briskly as any housemaid。 This
mixture of abruptness; of roughness even; with real kindness; perhaps
accounts for the ascendency Lisbeth had acquired over the man whom she
regarded as her personal property。 Is not our attachment to life based
on its alternations of good and evil?

If the Livonian had happened to meet Madame Marneffe instead of
Lisbeth Fischer; he would have found a protectress whose complaisance
must have led him into some boggy or discreditable path; where he
would have been lost。 He would certainly never have worked; nor the
artist have been hatched out。 Thus; while he deplored the old maid's
grasping avarice; his reason bid him prefer her iron hand to the life
of idleness an
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