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第29章

  CHAPTERV
  APROVIDENTIALPEEP—HOLE
  Mariushadlivedforfiveyearsinpoverty,indestitution,evenindistress,buthenowperceivedthathehadnotknownrealmisery。Truemiseryhehadbutjusthadaviewof。
  Itwasitsspectrewhichhadjustpassedbeforehiseyes。
  Infact,hewhohasonlybeheldthemiseryofmanhasseennothing;
  themiseryofwomaniswhathemustsee;hewhohasseenonlythemiseryofwomanhasseennothing;hemustseethemiseryofthechild。
  Whenamanhasreachedhislastextremity,hehasreachedhislastresourcesatthesametime。Woetothedefencelessbeingswhosurroundhim!Work,wages,bread,fire,courage,goodwill,allfailhimsimultaneously。Thelightofdayseemsextinguishedwithout,themorallightwithin;intheseshadowsmanencountersthefeeblenessofthewomanandthechild,andbendsthemviolentlytoignominy。
  Thenallhorrorsbecomepossible。Despairissurroundedwithfragilepartitionswhichallopenoneitherviceorcrime。
  Health,youth,honor,alltheshydelicaciesoftheyoungbody,theheart,virginity,modesty,thatepidermisofthesoul,aremanipulatedinsinisterwisebythatfumblingwhichseeksresources,whichencountersopprobrium,andwhichaccomodatesitselftoit。
  Fathers,mothers,children,brothers,sisters,men,women,daughters,adhereandbecomeincorporated,almostlikeamineralformation,inthatduskypromiscuousnessofsexes,relationships,ages,infamies,andinnocences。Theycrouch,backtoback,inasortofhutoffate。
  Theyexchangewoe—begoneglances。Oh,theunfortunatewretches!
  Howpaletheyare!Howcoldtheyare!Itseemsasthoughtheydweltinaplanetmuchfurtherfromthesunthanours。
  ThisyounggirlwastoMariusasortofmessengerfromtherealmofsadshadows。Sherevealedtohimahideoussideofthenight。
  Mariusalmostreproachedhimselfforthepreoccupationsofreveryandpassionwhichhadpreventedhisbestowingaglanceonhisneighborsuptothatday。Thepaymentoftheirrenthadbeenamechanicalmovement,whichanyonewouldhaveyieldedto;
  buthe,Marius,shouldhavedonebetterthanthat。What!onlyawallseparatedhimfromthoseabandonedbeingswholivedgropinglyinthedarkoutsidethepaleoftherestoftheworld,hewaselbowtoelbowwiththem,hewas,insomesort,thelastlinkofthehumanracewhichtheytouched,heheardthemlive,orrather,rattleinthedeathagonybesidehim,andhepaidnoheedtothem!
  Everyday,everyinstant,heheardthemwalkingontheothersideofthewall,heheardthemgo,andcome,andspeak,andhedidnotevenlendanear!Andgroanslayinthosewords,andhedidnotevenlistentothem,histhoughtswereelsewhere,givenuptodreams,toimpossibleradiances,tolovesintheair,tofollies;
  andallthewhile,humancreatures,hisbrothersinJesusChrist,hisbrothersinthepeople,wereagonizinginvainbesidehim!
  Heevenformedapartoftheirmisfortune,andheaggravatedit。
  Foriftheyhadhadanotherneighborwhowaslesschimericalandmoreattentive,anyordinaryandcharitableman,evidentlytheirindigencewouldhavebeennoticed,theirsignalsofdistresswouldhavebeenperceived,andtheywouldhavebeentakenholdofandrescued!
  Theyappearedverycorruptandverydepraved,nodoubt,veryvile,veryodiouseven;butthosewhofallwithoutbecomingdegradedarerare;besides,thereisapointwheretheunfortunateandtheinfamousuniteandareconfoundedinasingleword,afatalword,themiserable;whosefaultisthis?Andthenshouldnotthecharitybeallthemoreprofound,inproportionasthefallisgreat?
  Whilereadinghimselfthismorallesson,fortherewereoccasionsonwhichMarius,likealltrulyhonesthearts,washisownpedagogueandscoldedhimselfmorethanhedeserved,hestaredatthewallwhichseparatedhimfromtheJondrettes,asthoughhewereabletomakehisgaze,fullofpity,penetratethatpartitionandwarmthesewretchedpeople。Thewallwasathinlayerofplasterupheldbylathesandbeams,and,asthereaderhadjustlearned,itallowedthesoundofvoicesandwordstobeclearlydistinguished。
  OnlyamanasdreamyasMariuscouldhavefailedtoperceivethislongbefore。Therewasnopaperpastedonthewall,eitheronthesideoftheJondrettesoronthatofMarius;thecoarseconstructionwasvisibleinitsnakedness。Mariusexaminedthepartition,almostunconsciously;sometimesreveryexamines,observes,andscrutinizesasthoughtwould。Allatoncehesprangup;
  hehadjustperceived,nearthetop,closetotheceiling,atriangularhole,whichresultedfromthespacebetweenthreelathes。
  Theplasterwhichshouldhavefilledthiscavitywasmissing,andbymountingonthecommode,aviewcouldbehadthroughthisapertureintotheJondrettes’attic。Commiserationhas,andshouldhave,itscuriosity。Thisapertureformedasortofpeep—hole。Itispermissibletogazeatmisfortunelikeatraitorinordertosuccorit。[27]
  [27]Thepeep—holeisaJudasinFrench。Hencethehalf—punningallusion。
  "Letusgetsomelittleideaofwhatthesepeoplearelike,"
  thoughtMarius,"andinwhatconditiontheyare。"
  Heclimbeduponthecommode,puthiseyetothecrevice,andlooked。
  CHAPTERVI
  THEWILDMANINHISLAIR
  Cities,likeforests,havetheircavernsinwhichallthemostwickedandformidablecreatureswhichtheycontainconcealthemselves。Only,incities,thatwhichthusconcealsitselfisferocious,unclean,andpetty,thatistosay,ugly;inforests,thatwhichconcealsitselfisferocious,savage,andgrand,thatistosay,beautiful。Takingonelairwithanother,thebeast’sispreferabletotheman’s。Cavernsarebetterthanhovels。
  WhatMariusnowbeheldwasahovel。
  Mariuswaspoor,andhischamberwaspoverty—stricken,butashispovertywasnoble,hisgarretwasneat。Thedenuponwhichhiseyenowrestedwasabject,dirty,fetid,pestiferous,mean,sordid。Theonlyfurnitureconsistedofastrawchair,aninfirmtable,someoldbitsofcrockery,andintwoofthecorners,twoindescribablepallets;
  allthelightwasfurnishdbyadormerwindowoffourpanes,drapedwithspiders’webs。Throughthisaperturetherepenetratedjustenoughlighttomakethefaceofamanappearlikethefaceofaphantom。Thewallshadaleprousaspect,andwerecoveredwithseamsandscars,likeavisagedisfiguredbysomehorriblemalady;
  arepulsivemoistureexudedfromthem。Obscenesketchesroughlysketchedwithcharcoalcouldbedistinguisheduponthem。
  ThechamberwhichMariusoccupiedhadadilapidatedbrickpavement;
  thisonewasneithertilednorplanked;itsinhabitantssteppeddirectlyontheantiqueplasterofthehovel,whichhadgrownblackunderthelong—continuedpressureoffeet。Uponthisunevenfloor,wherethedirtseemedtobefairlyincrusted,andwhichpossessedbutonevirginity,thatofthebroom,werecapriciouslygroupedconstellationsofoldshoes,socks,andrepulsiverags;however,thisroomhadafireplace,soitwasletforfortyfrancsayear。
  Therewaseverysortofthinginthatfireplace,abrazier,apot,brokenboards,ragssuspendedfromnails,abird—cage,ashes,andevenalittlefire。Twobrandsweresmoulderingthereinamelancholyway。
  Onethingwhichaddedstillmoretothehorrorsofthisgarretwas,thatitwaslarge。Ithadprojectionsandanglesandblackholes,thelowersidesofroofs,bays,andpromontories。Hencehorrible,unfathomablenookswhereitseemedasthoughspidersasbigasone’sfist,wood—liceaslargeasone’sfoot,andperhapseven——whoknows?——
  somemonstroushumanbeings,mustbehiding。
  Oneofthepalletswasnearthedoor,theothernearthewindow。
  OneendofeachtouchedthefireplaceandfacedMarius。InacornerneartheaperturethroughwhichMariuswasgazing,acoloredengravinginablackframewassuspendedtoanailonthewall,andatitsbottom,inlargeletters,wastheinscription:THEDREAM。
  Thisrepresentedasleepingwoman,andachild,alsoasleep,thechildonthewoman’slap,aneagleinacloud,withacrowninhisbeak,andthewomanthrustingthecrownawayfromthechild’shead,withoutawakingthelatter;inthebackground,Napoleoninaglory,leaningonaverybluecolumnwithayellowcapitalornamentedwiththisinscription:
  MARINGO
  AUSTERLITS
  IENA
  WAGRAMME
  ELOT
  Beneaththisframe,asortofwoodenpanel,whichwasnolongerthanitwasbroad,stoodonthegroundandrestedinaslopingattitudeagainstthewall。Ithadtheappearanceofapicturewithitsfaceturnedtothewall,ofaframeprobablyshowingadaubontheotherside,ofsomepier—glassdetachedfromawallandlyingforgottentherewhilewaitingtoberehung。
  Nearthetable,uponwhichMariusdescriedapen,ink,andpaper,satamanaboutsixtyyearsofage,small,thin,livid,haggard,withacunning,cruel,anduneasyair;ahideousscoundrel。
  IfLavaterhadstudiedthisvisage,hewouldhavefoundthevulturemingledwiththeattorneythere,thebirdofpreyandthepettifoggerrenderingeachothermutuallyhideousandcomplementingeachother;
  thepettifoggermakingthebirdofpreyignoble,thebirdofpreymakingthepettifoggerhorrible。
  Thismanhadalonggraybeard。Hewascladinawoman’schemise,whichallowedhishairybreastandhisbarearms,bristlingwithgrayhair,tobeseen。Beneaththischemise,muddytrousersandbootsthroughwhichhistoesprojectedwerevisible。
  Hehadapipeinhismouthandwassmoking。Therewasnobreadinthehovel,buttherewasstilltobacco。
  HewaswritingprobablysomemoreletterslikethosewhichMariushadread。
  Onthecornerofthetablelayanancient,dilapidated,reddishvolume,andthesize,whichwastheantique12moofreading—rooms,betrayedaromance。Onthecoversprawledthefollowingtitle,printedinlargecapitals:GOD;THEKING;HONORANDTHELADIES;
  BYDUCRAYDUMINIL,1814。
  Asthemanwrote,hetalkedaloud,andMariusheardhiswords:——
  "Theideathatthereisnoequality,evenwhenyouaredead!
  JustlookatPereLachaise!Thegreat,thosewhoarerich,areupabove,intheacaciaalley,whichispaved。Theycanreachitinacarriage。
  Thelittlepeople,thepoor,theunhappy,well,whatofthem?theyareputdownbelow,wherethemudisuptoyourknees,inthedampplaces。Theyareputtheresothattheywilldecaythesooner!
  Youcannotgotoseethemwithoutsinkingintotheearth。"
  Hepaused,smotethetablewithhisfist,andadded,ashegroundhisteeth:——
  "Oh!Icouldeatthewholeworld!"
  Abigwoman,whomightbefortyyearsofage,orahundred,wascrouchingnearthefireplaceonherbareheels。
  She,too,wascladonlyinachemiseandaknittedpetticoatpatchedwithbitsofoldcloth。Acoarselinenapronconcealedthehalfofherpetticoat。Althoughthiswomanwasdoubledupandbenttogether,itcouldbeseenthatshewasofveryloftystature。
  Shewasasortofgiant,besideherhusband。Shehadhideoushair,ofareddishblondwhichwasturninggray,andwhichshethrustbackfromtimetotime,withherenormousshininghands,withtheirflatnails。
  Besideher,onthefloor,wideopen,layabookofthesameformastheother,andprobablyavolumeofthesameromance。
  Ononeofthepallets,Mariuscaughtaglimpseofasortoftallpaleyounggirl,whosattherehalfnakedandwithpendantfeet,andwhodidnotseemtobelisteningorseeingorliving。
  Nodoubttheyoungersisteroftheonewhohadcometohisroom。
  Sheseemedtobeelevenortwelveyearsofage。Oncloserscrutinyitwasevidentthatshereallywasfourteen。Shewasthechildwhohadsaid,ontheboulevardtheeveningbefore:
  "Ibolted,bolted,bolted!"
  Shewasofthatpunysortwhichremainsbackwardforalongtime,thensuddenlystartsuprapidly。Itisindigencewhichproducesthesemelancholyhumanplants。Thesecreatureshaveneitherchildhoodnoryouth。Atfifteenyearsofagetheyappeartobetwelve,atsixteentheyseemtwenty。To—dayalittlegirl,to—morrowawoman。
  Onemightsaythattheystridethroughlife,inordertogetthroughwithitthemorespeedily。
  Atthismoment,thisbeinghadtheairofachild。
  Moreover,notraceofworkwasrevealedinthatdwelling;
  nohandicraft,nospinning—wheel,notatool。Inonecornerlaysomeironmongeryofdubiousaspect。Itwasthedulllistlessnesswhichfollowsdespairandprecedesthedeathagony。
  Mariusgazedforawhileatthisgloomyinterior,moreterrifyingthantheinteriorofatomb,forthehumansoulcouldbefeltflutteringthere,andlifewaspalpitatingthere。Thegarret,thecellar,thelowlyditchwherecertainindigentwretchescrawlattheverybottomofthesocialedifice,isnotexactlythesepulchre,butonlyitsantechamber;but,asthewealthydisplaytheirgreatestmagnificenceattheentranceoftheirpalaces,itseemsthatdeath,whichstandsdirectlysidebysidewiththem,placesitsgreatestmiseriesinthatvestibule。
  Themanheldhispeace,thewomanspokenoword,theyounggirldidnotevenseemtobreathe。Thescratchingofthepenonthepaperwasaudible。
  Themangrumbled,withoutpausinginhiswriting。"Canaille!canaille!
  everybodyiscanaille!"
  ThisvariationtoSolomon’sexclamationelicitedasighfromthewoman。
  "Calmyourself,mylittlefriend,"shesaid。"Don’thurtyourself,mydear。Youaretoogoodtowritetoallthosepeople,husband。"
  Bodiespressclosetoeachotherinmisery,asincold,butheartsdrawapart。Thiswomanmusthavelovedthisman,toallappearance,judgingfromtheamountoflovewithinher;butprobably,inthedailyandreciprocalreproachesofthehorribledistresswhichweighedonthewholegroup,thishadbecomeextinct。Therenolongerexistedinheranythingmorethantheashesofaffectionforherhusband。Nevertheless,caressingappellationshadsurvived,asisoftenthecase。Shecalledhim:Mydear,mylittlefriend,mygoodman,etc。,withhermouthwhileherheartwassilent。
  Themanresumedhiswriting。
  CHAPTERVII
  STRATEGYANDTACTICS
  Marius,withaloaduponhisbreast,wasonthepointofdescendingfromthespeciesofobservatorywhichhehadimprovised,whenasoundattractedhisattentionandcausedhimtoremainathispost。
  Thedooroftheattichadjustburstopenabruptly。Theeldestgirlmadeherappearanceonthethreshold。Onherfeet,shehadlarge,coarse,men’sshoes,bespatteredwithmud,whichhadsplashedeventoherredankles,andshewaswrappedinanoldmantlewhichhungintatters。Mariushadnotseenitonheranhourpreviously,butshehadprobablydepositeditathisdoor,inorderthatshemightinspirethemorepity,andhadpickeditupagainonemerging。
  Sheentered,pushedthedoortobehindher,pausedtotakebreath,forshewascompletelybreathless,thenexclaimedwithanexpressionoftriumphandjoy:——
  "Heiscoming!"
  Thefatherturnedhiseyestowardsher,thewomanturnedherhead,thelittlesisterdidnotstir。
  "Who?"demandedherfather。
  "Thegentleman!"
  "Thephilanthropist?"
  "Yes。"
  "FromthechurchofSaint—Jacques?"
  "Yes。"
  "Thatoldfellow?"
  "Yes。"
  "Andheiscoming?"
  "Heisfollowingme。"
  "Youaresure?"
  "Iamsure。"
  "There,truly,heiscoming?"
  "Heiscominginafiacre。"
  "Inafiacre。HeisRothschild。"
  Thefatherrose。
  "Howareyousure?Ifheiscominginafiacre,howisitthatyouarrivebeforehim?Yougavehimouraddressatleast?Didyoutellhimthatitwasthelastdoorattheendofthecorridor,ontheright?
  Ifheonlydoesnotmakeamistake!Soyoufoundhimatthechurch?
  Didhereadmyletter?Whatdidhesaytoyou?"
  "Ta,ta,ta,"saidthegirl,"howyoudogallopon,mygoodman!
  Seehere:Ienteredthechurch,hewasinhisusualplace,Imadehimareverence,andIhandedhimtheletter;hereaditandsaidtome:
  `Wheredoyoulive,mychild?’Isaid:`Monsieur,Iwillshowyou。’
  Hesaidtome:`No,givemeyouraddress,mydaughterhassomepurchasestomake,Iwilltakeacarriageandreachyourhouseatthesametimethatyoudo。’Igavehimtheaddress。WhenImentionedthehouse,heseemedsurprisedandhesitatedforaninstant,thenhesaid:
  `Nevermind,Iwillcome。’Whenthemasswasfinished,Iwatchedhimleavethechurchwithhisdaughter,andIsawthementeracarriage。Icertainlydidtellhimthelastdoorinthecorridor,ontheright。"
  "Andwhatmakesyouthinkthathewillcome?"
  "IhavejustseenthefiacreturnintotheRuePetit—Banquier。Thatiswhatmademerunso。"
  "Howdoyouknowthatitwasthesamefiacre?"
  "BecauseItooknoticeofthenumber,sothere!"
  "Whatwasthenumber?"
  "440。"
  "Good,youareaclevergirl。"
  Thegirlstaredboldlyatherfather,andshowingtheshoeswhichshehadonherfeet:——
  "Aclevergirl,possibly;butItellyouIwon’tputtheseshoesonagain,andthatIwon’t,forthesakeofmyhealth,inthefirstplace,andforthesakeofcleanliness,inthenext。
  Idon’tknowanythingmoreirritatingthanshoesthatsquelch,andgoghi,ghi,ghi,thewholetime。Iprefertogobarefoot。"
  "Youareright,"saidherfather,inasweettonewhichcontrastedwiththeyounggirl’srudeness,"butthen,youwillnotbeallowedtoenterchurches,forpoorpeoplemusthaveshoestodothat。
  OnecannotgobarefoottothegoodGod,"headdedbitterly。
  Then,returningtothesubjectwhichabsorbedhim:——
  "Soyouaresurethathewillcome?"
  "Heisfollowingonmyheels,"saidshe。
  Themanstartedup。Asortofilluminationappearedonhiscountenance。
  "Wife!"heexclaimed,"youhear。Hereisthephilanthropist。
  Extinguishthefire。"
  Thestupefiedmotherdidnotstir。
  Thefather,withtheagilityofanacrobat,seizedabroken—nosedjugwhichstoodonthechimney,andflungthewateronthebrands。
  Then,addressinghiseldestdaughter:——
  "Hereyou!Pullthestrawoffthatchair!"
  Hisdaughterdidnotunderstand。
  Heseizedthechair,andwithonekickherendereditseatless。
  Hislegpassedthroughit。
  Ashewithdrewhisleg,heaskedhisdaughter:——
  "Isitcold?"
  "Verycold。Itissnowing。"
  Thefatherturnedtowardstheyoungergirlwhosatonthebednearthewindow,andshoutedtoherinathunderingvoice:——
  "Quick!getoffthatbed,youlazything!willyouneverdoanything?
  Breakapaneofglass!"
  Thelittlegirljumpedoffthebedwithashiver。
  "Breakapane!"herepeated。
  Thechildstoodstillinbewilderment。
  "Doyouhearme?"repeatedherfather,"Itellyoutobreakapane!"
  Thechild,withasortofterrifiedobedience,roseontiptoe,andstruckapanewithherfist。Theglassbrokeandfellwithaloudclatter。
  "Good,"saidthefather。
  Hewasgraveandabrupt。Hisglancesweptrapidlyoverallthecranniesofthegarret。Onewouldhavesaidthathewasageneralmakingthefinalpreparationatthemomentwhenthebattleisonthepointofbeginning。
  Themother,whohadnotsaidawordsofar,nowroseanddemandedinadull,slow,languidvoice,whenceherwordsseemedtoemergeinacongealedstate:——
  "Whatdoyoumeantodo,mydear?"
  "Getintobed,"repliedtheman。
  Hisintonationadmittedofnodeliberation。Themotherobeyed,andthrewherselfheavilyononeofthepallets。
  Inthemeantime,asobbecameaudibleinonecorner。
  "What’sthat?"criedthefather。
  Theyoungerdaughterexhibitedherbleedingfist,withoutquittingthecornerinwhichshewascowering。Shehadwoundedherselfwhilebreakingthewindow;shewentoff,nearhermother’spalletandweptsilently。
  Itwasnowthemother’sturntostartupandexclaim:——
  "Justseethere!Whatfolliesyoucommit!Shehascutherselfbreakingthatpaneforyou!"
  "Somuchthebetter!"saidtheman。"Iforesawthat。"
  "What?Somuchthebetter?"retortedhiswife。
  "Peace!"repliedthefather,"Isuppressthelibertyofthepress。"
  Thentearingthewoman’schemisewhichhewaswearing,hemadeastripofclothwithwhichhehastilyswathedthelittlegirl’sbleedingwrist。
  Thatdone,hiseyefellwithasatisfiedexpressiononhistornchemise。
  "Andthechemisetoo,"saidhe,"thishasagoodappearance。"
  Anicybreezewhistledthroughthewindowandenteredtheroom。
  Theoutermistpenetratedthitheranddiffuseditselflikeawhitishsheetofwaddingvaguelyspreadbyinvisiblefingers。Throughthebrokenpanethesnowcouldbeseenfalling。ThesnowpromisedbytheCandlemassunoftheprecedingdayhadactuallycome。
  Thefathercastaglanceabouthimasthoughtomakesurethathehadforgottennothing。Heseizedanoldshovelandspreadashesoverthewetbrandsinsuchamannerastoentirelyconcealthem。
  Thendrawinghimselfupandleaningagainstthechimney—piece:——
  "Now,"saidhe,"wecanreceivethephilanthropist。"
  CHAPTERVIII
  THERAYOFLIGHTINTHEHOVEL
  Thebiggirlapproachedandlaidherhandinherfather’s。
  "FeelhowcoldIam,"saidshe。
  "Bah!"repliedthefather,"Iammuchcolderthanthat。"
  Themotherexclaimedimpetuously:——
  "Youalwayshavesomethingbetterthananyoneelse,soyoudo!
  evenbadthings。"
  "Downwithyou!"saidtheman。
  Themother,beingeyedafteracertainfashion,heldhertongue。
  Silencereignedforamomentinthehovel。Theeldergirlwasremovingthemudfromthebottomofhermantle,withacarelessair;
  heryoungersistercontinuedtosob;themotherhadtakenthelatter’sheadbetweenherhands,andwascoveringitwithkisses,whisperingtoherthewhile:——
  "Mytreasure,Ientreatyou,itisnothingofconsequence,don’tcry,youwillangeryourfather。"
  "No!"exclaimedthefather,"quitethecontrary!sob!sob!that’sright。"
  Thenturningtotheelder:——
  "Therenow!Heisnotcoming!Whatifhewerenottocome!
  Ishallhaveextinguishedmyfire,wreckedmychair,tornmyshirt,andbrokenmypaneallfornothing。"
  "Andwoundedthechild!"murmuredthemother。
  "Doyouknow,"wentonthefather,"thatit’sbeastlycoldinthisdevil’sgarret!Whatifthatmanshouldnotcome!Oh!Seethere,you!Hemakesuswait!Hesaystohimself:`Well!theywillwaitforme!That’swhatthey’retherefor。’Oh!howIhatethem,andwithwhatjoy,jubilation,enthusiasm,andsatisfactionI
  couldstrangleallthoserichfolks!allthoserichfolks!
  Thesemenwhopretendtobecharitable,whoputonairs,whogotomass,whomakepresentstothepriesthood,preachy,preachy,intheirskullcaps,andwhothinkthemselvesaboveus,andwhocomeforthepurposeofhumiliatingus,andtobringus`clothes,’
  astheysay!olddudsthatarenotworthfoursous!Andbread!
  That’snotwhatIwant,packofrascalsthattheyare,it’smoney!
  Ah!money!Never!Becausetheysaythatwewouldgooffanddrinkitup,andthatwearedrunkardsandidlers!Andthey!
  Whatarethey,then,andwhathavetheybeenintheirtime!Thieves!
  Theynevercouldhavebecomerichotherwise!Oh!Societyoughttobegraspedbythefourcornersoftheclothandtossedintotheair,allofit!Itwouldallbesmashed,verylikely,butatleast,noonewouldhaveanything,andtherewouldbethatmuchgained!
  Butwhatisthatblockheadofabenevolentgentlemandoing?
  Willhecome?Perhapstheanimalhasforgottentheaddress!
  I’llbetthatthatoldbeast——"
  Atthatmomenttherecamealighttapatthedoor,themanrushedtoitandopenedit,exclaiming,amidprofoundbowsandsmilesofadoration:——
  "Enter,sir!Deigntoenter,mostrespectedbenefactor,andyourcharmingyounglady,also。"
  Amanofripeageandayounggirlmadetheirappearanceonthethresholdoftheattic。
  Mariushadnotquittedhispost。Hisfeelingsforthemomentsurpassedthepowersofthehumantongue。
  ItwasShe!
  Whoeverhaslovedknowsalltheradiantmeaningscontainedinthosethreelettersofthatword:She。
  Itwascertainlyshe。Mariuscouldhardlydistinguishherthroughtheluminousvaporwhichhadsuddenlyspreadbeforehiseyes。
  Itwasthatsweet,absentbeing,thatstarwhichhadbeameduponhimforsixmonths;itwasthoseeyes,thatbrow,thatmouth,thatlovelyvanishedfacewhichhadcreatednightbyitsdeparture。
  Thevisionhadbeeneclipsed,nowitreappeared。
  Itreappearedinthatgloom,inthatgarret,inthatmisshapenattic,inallthathorror。
  Mariusshudderedindismay。What!Itwasshe!Thepalpitationsofhishearttroubledhissight。Hefeltthathewasonthebrinkofburstingintotears!What!Hebeheldheragainatlast,afterhavingsoughthersolong!Itseemedtohimthathehadlosthissoul,andthathehadjustfounditagain。
  Shewasthesameasever,onlyalittlepale;herdelicatefacewasframedinabonnetofvioletvelvet,herfigurewasconcealedbeneathapelisseofblacksatin。Beneathherlongdress,aglimpsecouldbecaughtofhertinyfootshodinasilkenboot。
  ShewasstillaccompaniedbyM。Leblanc。
  Shehadtakenafewstepsintotheroom,andhaddepositedatolerablybulkyparcelonthetable。
  TheeldestJondrettegirlhadretiredbehindthedoor,andwasstaringwithsombreeyesatthatvelvetbonnet,thatsilkmantle,andthatcharming,happyface。
  CHAPTERIX
  JONDRETTECOMESNEARWEEPING
  Thehovelwassodark,thatpeoplecomingfromwithoutfeltonenteringittheeffectproducedonenteringacellar。
  Thetwonew—comersadvanced,therefore,withacertainhesitation,beinghardlyabletodistinguishthevagueformssurroundingthem,whiletheycouldbeclearlyseenandscrutinizedbytheeyesoftheinhabitantsofthegarret,whowereaccustomedtothistwilight。
  M。Leblancapproached,withhissadbutkindlylook,andsaidtoJondrettethefather:——
  "Monsieur,inthispackageyouwillfindsomenewclothesandsomewoollenstockingsandblankets。"
  "Ourangelicbenefactoroverwhelmsus,"saidJondrette,bowingtotheveryearth。
  Then,bendingdowntotheearofhiseldestdaughter,whilethetwovisitorswereengagedinexaminingthislamentableinterior,headdedinalowandrapidvoice:——
  "Hey?WhatdidIsay?Duds!Nomoney!Theyareallalike!
  Bytheway,howwasthelettertothatoldblockheadsigned?"
  "Fabantou,"repliedthegirl。
  "Thedramaticartist,good!"
  ItwasluckyforJondrette,thatthishadoccurredtohim,forattheverymoment,M。Leblancturnedtohim,andsaidtohimwiththeairofapersonwhoisseekingtorecallaname:——
  "Iseethatyouaregreatlytobepitied,Monsieur——"
  "Fabantou,"repliedJondrettequickly。
  "MonsieurFabantou,yes,thatisit。Iremember。"
  "Dramaticartist,sir,andonewhohashadsomesuccess。"
  HereJondretteevidentlyjudgedthemomentpropitiousforcapturingthe"philanthropist。"Heexclaimedwithanaccentwhichsmackedatthesametimeofthevaingloryofthemountebankatfairs,andthehumilityofthemendicantonthehighway:——
  "ApupilofTalma!Sir!IamapupilofTalma!Fortuneformerlysmiledonme——Alas!Nowitismisfortune’sturn。Yousee,mybenefactor,nobread,nofire。Mypoorbabeshavenofire!
  Myonlychairhasnoseat!Abrokenpane!Andinsuchweather!
  Myspouseinbed!Ill!"
  "Poorwoman!"saidM。Leblanc。
  "Mychildwounded!"addedJondrette。
  Thechild,divertedbythearrivalofthestrangers,hadfallentocontemplating"theyounglady,"andhadceasedtosob。
  "Cry!bawl!"saidJondrettetoherinalowvoice。
  Atthesametimehepinchedhersorehand。Allthiswasdonewiththetalentofajuggler。
  Thelittlegirlgaveventtoloudshrieks。
  Theadorableyounggirl,whomMarius,inhisheart,called"hisUrsule,"
  approachedherhastily。
  "Poor,dearchild!"saidshe。
  "Yousee,mybeautifulyounglady,"pursuedJondrette"herbleedingwrist!Itcamethroughanaccidentwhileworkingatamachinetoearnsixsousaday。Itmaybenecessarytocutoffherarm。"
  "Really?"saidtheoldgentleman,inalarm。
  Thelittlegirl,takingthisseriously,felltosobbingmoreviolentlythanever。
  "Alas!yes,mybenefactor!"repliedthefather。
  Forseveralminutes,Jondrettehadbeenscrutinizing"thebenefactor"
  inasingularfashion。Ashespoke,heseemedtobeexaminingtheotherattentively,asthoughseekingtosummonuphisrecollections。
  Allatonce,profitingbyamomentwhenthenew—comerswerequestioningthechildwithinterestastoherinjuredhand,hepassednearhiswife,wholayinherbedwithastupidanddejectedair,andsaidtoherinarapidbutverylowtone:——
  "Takealookatthatman!"
  Then,turningtoM。Leblanc,andcontinuinghislamentations:——
  "Yousee,sir!AlltheclothingthatIhaveismywife’schemise!
  Andalltornatthat!Inthedepthsofwinter!Ican’tgooutforlackofacoat。IfIhadacoatofanysort,IwouldgoandseeMademoiselleMars,whoknowsmeandisveryfondofme。DoesshenotstillresideintheRuedelaTour—des—Dames?Doyouknow,sir?
  Weplayedtogetherintheprovinces。Isharedherlaurels。
  Celimenewouldcometomysuccor,sir!ElmirewouldbestowalmsonBelisaire!Butno,nothing!Andnotasouinthehouse!
  Mywifeill,andnotasou!Mydaughterdangerouslyinjured,notasou!Mywifesuffersfromfitsofsuffocation。Itcomesfromherage,andbesides,hernervoussystemisaffected。
  Sheoughttohaveassistance,andmydaughteralso!Butthedoctor!
  Buttheapothecary!HowamItopaythem?Iwouldkneeltoapenny,sir!Suchistheconditiontowhichtheartsarereduced。
  Anddoyouknow,mycharmingyounglady,andyou,mygenerousprotector,doyouknow,youwhobreatheforthvirtueandgoodness,andwhoperfumethatchurchwheremydaughterseesyoueverydaywhenshesaysherprayers?——ForIhavebroughtupmychildrenreligiously,sir。
  Ididnotwantthemtotaketothetheatre。Ah!thehussies!
  IfIcatchthemtripping!Idonotjest,thatIdon’t!Ireadthemlessonsonhonor,onmorality,onvirtue!Askthem!Theyhavegottowalkstraight。Theyarenoneofyourunhappywretcheswhobeginbyhavingnofamily,andendbyespousingthepublic。
  OneisMamselleNobody,andonebecomesMadameEverybody。
  Deucetakeit!NoneofthatintheFabantoufamily!Imeantobringthemupvirtuously,andtheyshallbehonest,andnice,andbelieveinGod,bythesacredname!Well,sir,myworthysir,doyouknowwhatisgoingtohappento—morrow?To—morrowisthefourthdayofFebruary,thefatalday,thelastdayofgraceallowedmebymylandlord;ifbythiseveningIhavenotpaidmyrent,to—morrowmyoldestdaughter,myspousewithherfever,mychildwithherwound,——
  weshallallfourbeturnedoutofhereandthrownintothestreet,ontheboulevard,withoutshelter,intherain,inthesnow。
  There,sir。Ioweforfourquarters——awholeyear!thatistosay,sixtyfrancs。"
  Jondrettelied。Fourquarterswouldhaveamountedtoonlyfortyfrancs,andhecouldnotowefour,becausesixmonthshadnotelapsedsinceMariushadpaidfortwo。
  M。Leblancdrewfivefrancsfromhispocketandthrewthemonthetable。
  Jondrettefoundtimetomutterintheearofhiseldestdaughter:——
  "Thescoundrel!WhatdoeshethinkIcandowithhisfivefrancs?
  Thatwon’tpaymeformychairandpaneofglass!That’swhatcomesofincurringexpenses!"
  Inthemeanwhile,M。Leblanchadremovedthelargebrowngreat—coatwhichheworeoverhisbluecoat,andhadthrownitoverthebackofthechair。
  "MonsieurFabantou,"hesaid,"thesefivefrancsareallthatIhaveaboutme,butIshallnowtakemydaughterhome,andIwillreturnthisevening,——itisthiseveningthatyoumustpay,isitnot?"
  Jondrette’sfacelightedupwithastrangeexpression。
  Herepliedvivaciously:——
  "Yes,respectedsir。Ateighto’clock,Imustbeatmylandlord’s。"
  "Iwillbehereatsix,andIwillfetchyouthesixtyfrancs。"
  "Mybenefactor!"exclaimedJondrette,overwhelmed。Andheadded,inalowtone:"Takeagoodlookathim,wife!"
  M。Leblanchadtakenthearmoftheyounggirl,oncemore,andhadturnedtowardsthedoor。
  "Farewelluntilthisevening,myfriends!"saidhe。
  "Sixo’clock?"saidJondrette。
  "Sixo’clockprecisely。"
  Atthatmoment,theovercoatlyingonthechaircaughttheeyeoftheelderJondrettegirl。
  "Youareforgettingyourcoat,sir,"saidshe。
  Jondrettedartedanannihilatinglookathisdaughter,accompaniedbyaformidableshrugoftheshoulders。
  M。Leblancturnedbackandsaid,withasmile:——
  "Ihavenotforgottenit,Iamleavingit。"
  "Omyprotector!"saidJondrette,"myaugustbenefactor,Imeltintotears!Permitmetoaccompanyyoutoyourcarriage。"
  "Ifyoucomeout,"answeredM。Leblanc,"putonthiscoat。
  Itreallyisverycold。"
  Jondrettedidnotneedtobetoldtwice。Hehastilydonnedthebrowngreat—coat。Andallthreewentout,Jondretteprecedingthetwostrangers。
  CHAPTERX
  TARIFFOFLICENSEDCABS:TWOFRANCSANHOUR
  Mariushadlostnothingofthisentirescene,andyet,inreality,hadseennothing。Hiseyeshadremainedfixedontheyounggirl,hishearthad,sotospeak,seizedherandwhollyenvelopedherfromthemomentofherveryfirststepinthatgarret。Duringherentirestaythere,hehadlivedthatlifeofecstasywhichsuspendsmaterialperceptionsandprecipitatesthewholesoulonasinglepoint。
  Hecontemplated,notthatgirl,butthatlightwhichworeasatinpelisseandavelvetbonnet。ThestarSiriusmighthaveenteredtheroom,andhewouldnothavebeenanymoredazzled。
  Whiletheyounggirlwasengagedinopeningthepackage,unfoldingtheclothingandtheblankets,questioningthesickmotherkindly,andthelittleinjuredgirltenderly,hewatchedhereverymovement,hesoughttocatchherwords。Heknewhereyes,herbrow,herbeauty,herform,herwalk,hedidnotknowthesoundofhervoice。
  HehadoncefanciedthathehadcaughtafewwordsattheLuxembourg,buthewasnotabsolutelysureofthefact。Hewouldhavegiventenyearsofhislifetohearit,inorderthathemightbearawayinhissoulalittleofthatmusic。ButeverythingwasdrownedinthelamentableexclamationsandtrumpetburstsofJondrette。
  ThisaddedatouchofgenuinewrathtoMarius’ecstasy。Hedevouredherwithhiseyes。Hecouldnotbelievethatitreallywasthatdivinecreaturewhomhesawinthemidstofthosevilecreaturesinthatmonstrouslair。Itseemedtohimthathebeheldahumming—birdinthemidstoftoads。
  Whenshetookherdeparture,hehadbutonethought,tofollowher,toclingtohertrace,nottoquitheruntilhelearnedwhereshelived,nottoloseheragain,atleast,afterhavingsomiraculouslyre—discoveredher。Heleapeddownfromthecommodeandseizedhishat。Ashelaidhishandonthelockofthedoor,andwasonthepointofopeningit,asuddenreflectioncausedhimtopause。
  Thecorridorwaslong,thestaircasesteep,Jondrettewastalkative,M。Leblanchad,nodoubt,notyetregainedhiscarriage;if,onturningroundinthecorridor,oronthestaircase,heweretocatchsightofhim,Marius,inthathouse,hewould,evidently,takethealarm,andfindmeanstoescapefromhimagain,andthistimeitwouldbefinal。Whatwashetodo?Shouldhewaitalittle?Butwhilehewaswaiting,thecarriagemightdriveoff。Mariuswasperplexed。
  Atlastheacceptedtheriskandquittedhisroom。
  Therewasnooneinthecorridor。Hehastenedtothestairs。
  Therewasnooneonthestaircase。Hedescendedinallhaste,andreachedtheboulevardintimetoseeafiacreturningthecorneroftheRueduPetit—Banquier,onitswaybacktoParis。
  Mariusrushedheadlonginthatdirection。Onarrivingattheangleoftheboulevard,hecaughtsightofthefiacreagain,rapidlydescendingtheRueMouffetard;thecarriagewasalreadyalongwayoff,andtherewasnomeansofovertakingit;what!runafterit?
  Impossible;andbesides,thepeopleinthecarriagewouldassuredlynoticeanindividualrunningatfullspeedinpursuitofafiacre,andthefatherwouldrecognizehim。Atthatmoment,wonderfulandunprecedentedgoodluck,Mariusperceivedanemptycabpassingalongtheboulevard。Therewasbutonethingtobedone,tojumpintothiscabandfollowthefiacre。Thatwassure,efficacious,andfreefromdanger。
  Mariusmadethedriverasigntohalt,andcalledtohim:——
  "Bythehour?"
  Mariusworenocravat,hehadonhisworking—coat,whichwasdestituteofbuttons,hisshirtwastornalongoneoftheplaitsonthebosom。
  Thedriverhalted,winked,andheldouthislefthandtoMarius,rubbinghisforefingergentlywithhisthumb。
  "Whatisit?"saidMarius。
  "Payinadvance,"saidthecoachman。
  Mariusrecollectedthathehadbutsixteensousabouthim。
  "Howmuch?"hedemanded。
  "Fortysous。"
  "Iwillpayonmyreturn。"
  Thedriver’sonlyreplywastowhistletheairofLaPalisseandtowhipuphishorse。
  Mariusstaredattheretreatingcabrioletwithabewilderedair。
  Forthelackoffourandtwentysous,hewaslosinghisjoy,hishappiness,hislove!Hehadseen,andhewasbecomingblindagain。Hereflectedbitterly,anditmustbeconfessed,withprofoundregret,onthefivefrancswhichhehadbestowed,thatverymorning,onthatmiserablegirl。Ifhehadhadthosefivefrancs,hewouldhavebeensaved,hewouldhavebeenbornagain,hewouldhaveemergedfromthelimboanddarkness,hewouldhavemadehisescapefromisolationandspleen,fromhiswidowedstate;
  hemighthavere—knottedtheblackthreadofhisdestinytothatbeautifulgoldenthread,whichhadjustfloatedbeforehiseyesandhadbrokenatthesameinstant,oncemore!Hereturnedtohishovelindespair。
  HemighthavetoldhimselfthatM。Leblanchadpromisedtoreturnintheevening,andthatallhehadtodowastosetaboutthemattermoreskilfully,sothathemightfollowhimonthatoccasion;
  but,inhiscontemplation,itisdoubtfulwhetherhehadheardthis。
  Ashewasonthepointofmountingthestaircase,heperceived,ontheothersideoftheboulevard,nearthedesertedwallskirtingtheRueDelaBarriere—des—Gobelins,Jondrette,wrappedinthe"philanthropist’s"
  great—coat,engagedinconversationwithoneofthosemenofdisquietingaspectwhohavebeendubbedbycommonconsent,prowlersofthebarriers;peopleofequivocalface,ofsuspiciousmonologues,whopresenttheairofhavingevilminds,andwhogenerallysleepinthedaytime,whichsuggeststhesuppositionthattheyworkbynight。
  Thesetwomen,standingtheremotionlessandinconversation,inthesnowwhichwasfallinginwhirlwinds,formedagroupthatapolicemanwouldsurelyhaveobserved,butwhichMariushardlynoticed。
  Still,inspiteofhismournfulpreoccupation,hecouldnotrefrainfromsayingtohimselfthatthisprowlerofthebarrierswithwhomJondrettewastalkingresembledacertainPanchaud,aliasPrintanier,aliasBigrenaille,whomCourfeyrachadoncepointedouttohimasaverydangerousnocturnalroamer。
  Thisman’snamethereaderhaslearnedintheprecedingbook。
  ThisPanchaud,aliasPrintanier,aliasBigrenaille,figuredlateroninmanycriminaltrials,andbecameanotoriousrascal。
  Hewasatthattimeonlyafamousrascal。To—dayheexistsinthestateoftraditionamongruffiansandassassins。Hewasattheheadofaschooltowardstheendofthelastreign。Andintheevening,atnightfall,atthehourwhengroupsformandtalkinwhispers,hewasdiscussedatLaForceintheFosse—aux—Lions。Onemighteven,inthatprison,preciselyatthespotwherethesewerwhichservedtheunprecedentedescape,inbroaddaylight,ofthirtyprisoners,in1843,passesundertheculvert,readhisname,PANCHAUD,audaciouslycarvedbyhisownhandonthewallofthesewer,duringoneofhisattemptsatflight。In1832,thepolicealreadyhadtheireyeonhim,buthehadnotasyetmadeaseriousbeginning。
  CHAPTERXI
  OFFERSOFSERVICEFROMMISERYTOWRETCHEDNESS
  Mariusascendedthestairsofthehovelwithslowsteps;atthemomentwhenhewasabouttore—enterhiscell,hecaughtsightoftheelderJondrettegirlfollowinghimthroughthecorridor。Theverysightofthisgirlwasodioustohim;itwasshewhohadhisfivefrancs,itwastoolatetodemandthemback,thecabwasnolongerthere,thefiacrewasfaraway。Moreover,shewouldnothavegiventhemback。
  Asforquestioningherabouttheresidenceofthepersonswhohadjustbeenthere,thatwasuseless;itwasevidentthatshedidnotknow,sincethelettersignedFabantouhadbeenaddressed"tothebenevolentgentlemanofthechurchofSaint—Jacquesdu—Haut—Pas。"
  Mariusenteredhisroomandpushedthedoortoafterhim。
  Itdidnotclose;heturnedroundandbeheldahandwhichheldthedoorhalfopen。
  "Whatisit?"heasked,"whoisthere?"
  ItwastheJondrettegirl。
  "Isityou?"resumedMariusalmostharshly,"stillyou!Whatdoyouwantwithme?"
  Sheappearedtobethoughtfulanddidnotlookathim。Shenolongerhadtheairofassurancewhichhadcharacterizedherthatmorning。
  Shedidnotenter,butheldbackinthedarknessofthecorridor,whereMariuscouldseeherthroughthehalf—opendoor。
  "Comenow,willyouanswer?"criedMarius。"Whatdoyouwantwithme?"
  Sheraisedherdulleyes,inwhichasortofgleamseemedtoflickervaguely,andsaid:——
  "MonsieurMarius,youlooksad。Whatisthematterwithyou?"
  "Withme!"saidMarius。
  "Yes,you。"
  "Thereisnothingthematterwithme。"
  "Yes,thereis!"
  "No。"
  "Itellyouthereis!"
  "Letmealone!"
  Mariusgavethedooranotherpush,butsheretainedherholdonit。
  "Stop,"saidshe,"youareinthewrong。Althoughyouarenotrich,youwerekindthismorning。Besoagainnow。
  Yougavemesomethingtoeat,nowtellmewhatailsyou。
  Youaregrieved,thatisplain。Idonotwantyoutobegrieved。
  Whatcanbedoneforit?CanIbeofanyservice?Employme。
  Idonotaskforyoursecrets,youneednottellthemtome,butImaybeofuse,nevertheless。Imaybeabletohelpyou,sinceIhelpmyfather。Whenitisnecessarytocarryletters,togotohouses,toinquirefromdoortodoor,tofindoutanaddress,tofollowanyone,Iamofservice。Well,youmayassuredlytellmewhatisthematterwithyou,andIwillgoandspeaktothepersons;
  sometimesitisenoughifsomeonespeakstothepersons,thatsufficestoletthemunderstandmatters,andeverythingcomesright。
  Makeuseofme。"
  AnideaflashedacrossMarius’mind。Whatbranchdoesonedisdainwhenonefeelsthatoneisfalling?
  HedrewneartotheJondrettegirl。
  "Listen——"hesaidtoher。
  Sheinterruptedhimwithagleamofjoyinhereyes。
  "Ohyes,docallmethou!Ilikethatbetter。"
  "Well,"heresumed,"thouhastbroughthitherthatoldgentlemanandhisdaughter!"
  "Yes。"
  "Dostthouknowtheiraddress?"
  "No。"
  "Finditforme。"
  TheJondrette’sdulleyeshadgrownjoyous,andtheynowbecamegloomy。
  "Isthatwhatyouwant?"shedemanded。
  "Yes。"
  "Doyouknowthem?"
  "No。"
  "Thatistosay,"sheresumedquickly,"youdonotknowher,butyouwishtoknowher。"
  Thisthemwhichhadturnedintoherhadsomethingindescribablysignificantandbitteraboutit。
  "Well,canyoudoit?"saidMarius。
  "Youshallhavethebeautifullady’saddress。"
  Therewasstillashadeinthewords"thebeautifullady"
  whichtroubledMarius。Heresumed:——
  "Nevermind,afterall,theaddressofthefatheranddaughter。
  Theiraddress,indeed!"
  Shegazedfixedlyathim。
  "Whatwillyougiveme?"
  "Anythingyoulike。"
  "AnythingIlike?"
  "Yes。"
  "Youshallhavetheaddress。"
  Shedroppedherhead;then,withabrusquemovement,shepulledtothedoor,whichclosedbehindher。
  Mariusfoundhimselfalone。
  Hedroppedintoachair,withhisheadandbothelbowsonhisbed,absorbedinthoughtswhichhecouldnotgrasp,andasthoughapreytovertigo。Allthathadtakenplacesincethemorning,theappearanceoftheangel,herdisappearance,whatthatcreaturehadjustsaidtohim,agleamofhopefloatinginanimmensedespair,——
  thiswaswhatfilledhisbrainconfusedly。
  Allatoncehewasviolentlyarousedfromhisrevery。
  Heheardtheshrill,hardvoiceofJondretteutterthesewords,whichwerefraughtwithastrangeinterestforhim:——
  "ItellyouthatIamsureofit,andthatIrecognizedhim。"
  OfwhomwasJondrettespeaking?Whomhadherecognized?M。Leblanc?
  Thefatherof"hisUrsule"?What!DidJondretteknowhim?
  WasMariusabouttoobtaininthisabruptandunexpectedfashionalltheinformationwithoutwhichhislifewassodarktohim?
  Washeabouttolearnatlastwhoitwasthatheloved,whothatyounggirlwas?Whoherfatherwas?Wasthedenseshadowwhichenwrappedthemonthepointofbeingdispelled?Wastheveilabouttoberent?Ah!Heavens!
  Heboundedratherthanclimbeduponhiscommode,andresumedhispostnearthelittlepeep—holeinthepartitionwall。
  AgainhebeheldtheinteriorofJondrette’shovel。
  CHAPTERXII
  THEUSEMADEOFM。LEBLANC’SFIVE—FRANCPIECE
  Nothingintheaspectofthefamilywasaltered,exceptthatthewifeanddaughtershadleviedonthepackageandputonwoollenstockingsandjackets。Twonewblanketswerethrownacrossthetwobeds。
  Jondrettehadevidentlyjustreturned。Hestillhadthebreathlessnessofoutofdoors。Hisdaughterswereseatedonthefloornearthefireplace,theelderengagedindressingtheyounger’swoundedhand。Hiswifehadsunkbackonthebednearthefireplace,withafaceindicativeofastonishment。Jondrettewaspacingupanddownthegarretwithlongstrides。Hiseyeswereextraordinary。
  Thewoman,whoseemedtimidandoverwhelmedwithstuporinthepresenceofherhusband,turnedtosay:——
  "What,really?Youaresure?"
  "Sure!Eightyearshavepassed!ButIrecognizehim!Ah!Irecognizehim。Iknewhimatonce!What!Didn’titforceitselfonyou?"
  "No。"
  "ButItoldyou:`Payattention!’Why,itishisfigure,itishisface,onlyolder,——therearepeoplewhodonotgrowold,Idon’tknowhowtheymanageit,——itistheverysoundofhisvoice。
  Heisbetterdressed,thatisall!Ah!youmysteriousolddevil,I’vegotyou,thatIhave!"
  Hepaused,andsaidtohisdaughters:——
  "Getoutofhere,you!——It’squeerthatitdidn’tstrikeyou!"
  Theyarosetoobey。
  Themotherstammered:——
  "Withherinjuredhand。"
  "Theairwilldoitgood,"saidJondrette。"Beoff。"
  Itwasplainthatthismanwasofthesorttowhomnooneofferstoreply。Thetwogirlsdeparted。
  Atthemomentwhentheywereabouttopassthroughthedoor,thefatherdetainedtheelderbythearm,andsaidtoherwithapeculiaraccent:——
  "Youwillbehereatfiveo’clockprecisely。Bothofyou。
  Ishallneedyou。"
  Mariusredoubledhisattention。
  Onbeingleftalonewithhiswife,Jondrettebegantopacetheroomagain,andmadethetourofittwoorthreetimesinsilence。
  Thenhespentseveralminutesintuckingthelowerpartofthewoman’schemisewhichheworeintohistrousers。
  Allatonce,heturnedtothefemaleJondrette,foldedhisarmsandexclaimed:——
  "Andwouldyouliketohavemetellyousomething?Theyounglady——"
  "Well,what?"retortedhiswife,"theyounglady?"
  Mariuscouldnotdoubtthatitwasreallysheofwhomtheywerespeaking。
  Helistenedwithardentanxiety。Hiswholelifewasinhisears。
  ButJondrettehadbentoverandspoketohiswifeinawhisper。
  Thenhestraightenedhimselfupandconcludedaloud:——
  "Itisshe!"
  "Thatone?"saidhiswife。
  "Thatveryone,"saidthehusband。
  Noexpressioncanreproducethesignificanceofthemother’swords。
  Surprise,rage,hate,wrath,weremingledandcombinedinonemonstrousintonation。Thepronunciationofafewwords,thename,nodoubt,whichherhusbandhadwhisperedinherear,hadsufficedtorousethishuge,somnolentwoman,andfrombeingrepulsiveshebecameterrible。
  "Itisnotpossible!"shecried。"WhenIthinkthatmydaughtersaregoingbarefoot,andhavenotagowntotheirbacks!What!
  Asatinpelisse,avelvetbonnet,boots,andeverything;morethantwohundredfrancs’worthofclothes!sothatonewouldthinkshewasalady!No,youaremistaken!Why,inthefirstplace,theotherwashideous,andthisoneisnotsobad—looking!
  Shereallyisnotbad—looking!Itcan’tbeshe!"
  "Itellyouthatitisshe。Youwillsee。"
  Atthisabsoluteassertion,theJondrettewomanraisedherlarge,red,blondefaceandstaredattheceilingwithahorribleexpression。
  Atthatmoment,sheseemedtoMariusevenmoretobefearedthanherhusband。Shewasasowwiththelookofatigress。
  "What!"sheresumed,"thathorrible,beautifulyounglady,whogazedatmydaughterswithanairofpity,——sheisthatbeggarbrat!Oh!Ishouldliketokickherstomachinforher!"
  Shesprangoffofthebed,andremainedstandingforamoment,herhairindisorder,hernostrilsdilating,hermouthhalfopen,herfistsclenchedanddrawnback。Thenshefellbackonthebedoncemore。Themanpacedtoandfroandpaidnoattentiontohisfemale。
  Afterasilencelastingseveralminutes,heapproachedthefemaleJondrette,andhaltedinfrontofher,withfoldedarms,ashehaddoneamomentbefore:——
  "AndshallItellyouanotherthing?"
  "Whatisit?"sheasked。
  Heansweredinalow,curtvoice:——
  "Myfortuneismade。"
  Thewomanstaredathimwiththelookthatsignifies:"Isthepersonwhoisaddressingmeonthepointofgoingmad?"
  Hewenton:——
  "Thunder!ItwasnotsoverylongagothatIwasaparishioneroftheparishofdie—of—hunger—if—you—have—a—fire,—die—of—cold—if—you—have—bread!
  Ihavehadenoughofmisery!myshareandotherpeople’sshare!
  Iamnotjokinganylonger,Idon’tfinditcomicanymore,I’vehadenoughofpuns,goodGod!nomorefarces,EternalFather!
  IwanttoeattillIamfull,Iwanttodrinkmyfill!togormandize!
  tosleep!todonothing!Iwanttohavemyturn,soIdo,comenow!beforeIdie!Iwanttobeabitofamillionnaire!"
  Hetookaturnroundthehovel,andadded:——
  "Likeotherpeople。"
  "Whatdoyoumeanbythat?"askedthewoman。
  Heshookhishead,winked,screweduponeeye,andraisedhisvoicelikeamedicalprofessorwhoisabouttomakeademonstration:——
  "WhatdoImeanbythat?Listen!"
  "Hush!"mutteredthewoman,"notsoloud!Thesearematterswhichmustnotbeoverheard。"
  "Bah!Who’shere?Ourneighbor?Isawhimgooutalittlewhileago。Besides,hedoesn’tlisten,thebigbooby。
  AndItellyouthatIsawhimgoout。"
  Nevertheless,byasortofinstinct,Jondretteloweredhisvoice,althoughnotsufficientlytopreventMariushearinghiswords。
  Onefavorablecircumstance,whichenabledMariusnottoloseawordofthisconversationwasthefallingsnowwhichdeadenedthesoundofvehiclesontheboulevard。
  ThisiswhatMariusheard:——
  "Listencarefully。TheCroesusiscaught,orasgoodascaught!
  That’sallsettledalready。Everythingisarranged。Ihaveseensomepeople。Hewillcomeherethiseveningatsixo’clock。Tobringsixtyfrancs,therascal!DidyounoticehowIplayedthatgameonhim,mysixtyfrancs,mylandlord,myfourthofFebruary?
  Idon’tevenoweforonequarter!Isn’theafool!Sohewillcomeatsixo’clock!That’sthehourwhenourneighborgoestohisdinner。
  MotherBougonisoffwashingdishesinthecity。There’snotasoulinthehouse。Theneighbornevercomeshomeuntileleveno’clock。
  Thechildrenshallstandonwatch。Youshallhelpus。Hewillgivein。"
  "Andwhatifhedoesnotgivein?"demandedhiswife。
  Jondrettemadeasinistergesture,andsaid:——
  "We’llfixhim。"
  Andheburstoutlaughing。