CHAPTER XI.
THE PORTRESS’S CABINET.
It was summer and very hot. Georgette, the youngest of Madame Beck’s children, took a fever. Désirée, suddenly cured of her ailments1, was, together with Fifine, packed off to Bonne-Maman, in the country, by way of precaution against infection. Medical aid was now really needed, and Madame, choosing to ignore the return of Dr. Pillule, who had been at home a week, conjured3 his English rival to continue his visits. One or two of the pensionnaires complained of headache, and in other respects seemed slightly to participate in Georgette’s ailment2. “Now, at last,” I thought, “Dr. Pillule must be recalled: the prudent4 directress will never venture to permit the attendance of so young a man on the pupils.”
The directress was very prudent, but she could also be intrepidly5 venturous. She actually introduced Dr. John to the school-division of the premises6, and established him in attendance on the proud and handsome Blanche de Melcy, and the vain, flirting7 Angélique, her friend. Dr. John, I thought, testified a certain gratification at this mark of confidence; and if discretion8 of bearing could have justified9 the step, it would by him have been amply justified. Here, however, in this land of convents and confessionals, such a presence as his was not to be suffered with impunity10 in a “pensionnat de demoiselles.” The school gossiped, the kitchen whispered, the town caught the rumour11, parents wrote letters and paid visits of remonstrance12. Madame, had she been weak, would now have been lost: a dozen rival educational houses were ready to improve this false step—if false step it were—to her ruin; but Madame was not weak, and little Jesuit though she might be, yet I clapped the hands of my heart, and with its voice cried “brava!” as I watched her able bearing, her skilled management, her temper and her firmness on this occasion.
She met the alarmed parents with a good-humoured, easy grace for nobody matched her in, I know not whether to say the possession or the assumption of a certain “rondeur et franchise13 de bonne femme;” which on various occasions gained the point aimed at with instant and complete success, where severe gravity and serious reasoning would probably have failed.
“Ce pauvre Docteur Jean!” she would say, chuckling14 and rubbing joyously15 her fat little white hands; “ce cher jeune homme! le meilleur créature du monde!” and go on to explain how she happened to be employing him for her own children, who were so fond of him they would scream themselves into fits at the thought of another doctor; how, where she had confidence for her own, she thought it natural to repose16 trust for others, and au reste, it was only the most temporary expedient17 in the world; Blanche and Angélique had the migraine; Dr. John had written a prescription18; voilà tout19!
The parents’ mouths were closed. Blanche and Angélique saved her all remaining trouble by chanting loud duets in their physician’s praise; the other pupils echoed them, unanimously declaring that when they were ill they would have Dr. John and nobody else; and Madame laughed, and the parents laughed too. The Labassecouriens must have a large organ of philoprogenitiveness: at least the indulgence of offspring is carried by them to excessive lengths; the law of most households being the children’s will. Madame now got credit for having acted on this occasion in a spirit of motherly partiality: she came off with flying colours; people liked her as a directress better than ever.
To this day I never fully understood why she thus risked her interest for the sake of Dr. John. What people said, of course I know well: the whole house—pupils, teachers, servants included—affirmed that she was going to marry him. So they had settled it; difference of age seemed to make no obstacle in their eyes: it was to be so.
It must be admitted that appearances did not wholly discountenance this idea; Madame seemed so bent20 on retaining his services, so oblivious21 of her former protégé, Pillule. She made, too, such a point of personally receiving his visits, and was so unfailingly cheerful, blithe22, and benignant in her manner to him. Moreover, she paid, about this time, marked attention to dress: the morning dishabille, the nightcap and shawl, were discarded; Dr. John’s early visits always found her with auburn braids all nicely arranged, silk dress trimly fitted on, neat laced brodequins in lieu of slippers23: in short the whole toilette complete as a model, and fresh as a flower. I scarcely think, however, that her intention in this went further than just to show a very handsome man that she was not quite a plain woman; and plain she was not. Without beauty of feature or elegance24 of form, she pleased. Without youth and its gay graces, she cheered. One never tired of seeing her: she was never monotonous25, or insipid26, or colourless, or flat. Her unfaded hair, her eye with its temperate27 blue light, her cheek with its wholesome28 fruit-like bloom—these things pleased in moderation, but with constancy.
Had she, indeed, floating visions of adopting Dr. John as a husband, taking him to her well-furnished home, endowing him with her savings29, which were said to amount to a moderate competency, and making him comfortable for the rest of his life? Did Dr. John suspect her of such visions? I have met him coming out of her presence with a mischievous30 half-smile about his lips, and in his eyes a look as of masculine vanity elate and tickled31. With all his good looks and good-nature, he was not perfect; he must have been very imperfect if he roguishly encouraged aims he never intended to be successful. But did he not intend them to be successful? People said he had no money, that he was wholly dependent upon his profession. Madame—though perhaps some fourteen years his senior—was yet the sort of woman never to grow old, never to wither32, never to break down. They certainly were on good terms. He perhaps was not in love; but how many people ever do love, or at least marry for love, in this world. We waited the end.
For what he waited, I do not know, nor for what he watched; but the peculiarity33 of his manner, his expectant, vigilant34, absorbed, eager look, never wore off: it rather intensified35. He had never been quite within the compass of my penetration36, and I think he ranged farther and farther beyond it.
One morning little Georgette had been more feverish37 and consequently more peevish38; she was crying, and would not be pacified39. I thought a particular draught40 ordered, disagreed with her, and I doubted whether it ought to be continued; I waited impatiently for the doctor’s coming in order to consult him.
The door-bell rang, he was admitted; I felt sure of this, for I heard his voice addressing the portress. It was his custom to mount straight to the nursery, taking about three degrees of the staircase at once, and coming upon us like a cheerful surprise. Five minutes elapsed—ten—and I saw and heard nothing of him. What could he be doing? Possibly waiting in the corridor below. Little Georgette still piped her plaintive42 wail43, appealing to me by her familiar term, “Minnie, Minnie, me very poorly!” till my heart ached. I descended44 to ascertain45 why he did not come. The corridor was empty. Whither was he vanished? Was he with Madame in the salle-à-manger? Impossible: I had left her but a short time since, dressing41 in her own chamber46. I listened. Three pupils were just then hard at work practising in three proximate rooms—the dining-room and the greater and lesser47 drawing-rooms, between which and the corridor there was but the portress’s cabinet communicating with the salons48, and intended originally for a boudoir. Farther off, at a fourth instrument in the oratory49, a whole class of a dozen or more were taking a singing lesson, and just then joining in a “barcarole” (I think they called it), whereof I yet remember these words “fraîchë,” “brisë,” and “Venisë.” Under these circumstances, what could I hear? A great deal, certainly; had it only been to the purpose.
Yes; I heard a giddy treble laugh in the above-mentioned little cabinet, close by the door of which I stood—that door half-unclosed; a man’s voice in a soft, deep, pleading tone, uttered some words, whereof I only caught the adjuration50, “For God’s sake!” Then, after a second’s pause, forth51 issued Dr. John, his eye full shining, but not with either joy or triumph; his fair English cheek high-coloured; a baffled, tortured, anxious, and yet a tender meaning on his brow.
The open door served me as a screen; but had I been full in his way, I believe he would have passed without seeing me. Some mortification52, some strong vexation had hold of his soul: or rather, to write my impressions now as I received them at the time I should say some sorrow, some sense of injustice53. I did not so much think his pride was hurt, as that his affections had been wounded—cruelly wounded, it seemed to me. But who was the torturer? What being in that house had him so much in her power? Madame I believed to be in her chamber; the room whence he had stepped was dedicated54 to the portress’s sole use; and she, Rosine Matou, an unprincipled though pretty little French grisette, airy, fickle55, dressy, vain, and mercenary—it was not, surely, to her hand he owed the ordeal56 through which he seemed to have passed?
But while I pondered, her voice, clear, though somewhat sharp, broke out in a lightsome French song, trilling through the door still ajar: I glanced in, doubting my senses. There at the table she sat in a smart dress of “jaconas rose,” trimming a tiny blond cap: not a living thing save herself was in the room, except indeed some gold fish in a glass globe, some flowers in pots, and a broad July sunbeam.
Here was a problem: but I must go up-stairs to ask about the medicine.
Dr. John sat in a chair at Georgette’s bedside; Madame stood before him; the little patient had been examined and soothed57, and now lay composed in her crib. Madame Beck, as I entered, was discussing the physician’s own health, remarking on some real or fancied change in his looks, charging him with over-work, and recommending rest and change of air. He listened good-naturedly, but with laughing indifference58, telling her that she was “trop bonne,” and that he felt perfectly59 well. Madame appealed to me—Dr. John following her movement with a slow glance which seemed to express languid surprise at reference being made to a quarter so insignificant60.
“What do you think, Miss Lucie?” asked Madame. “Is he not paler and thinner?”
It was very seldom that I uttered more than monosyllables in Dr. John’s presence; he was the kind of person with whom I was likely ever to remain the neutral, passive thing he thought me. Now, however, I took licence to answer in a phrase: and a phrase I purposely made quite significant.
“He looks ill at this moment; but perhaps it is owing to some temporary cause: Dr. John may have been vexed61 or harassed62.” I cannot tell how he took this speech, as I never sought his face for information. Georgette here began to ask me in her broken English if she might have a glass of eau sucrée. I answered her in English. For the first time, I fancy, he noticed that I spoke63 his language; hitherto he had always taken me for a foreigner, addressing me as “Mademoiselle,” and giving in French the requisite64 directions about the children’s treatment. He seemed on the point of making a remark; but thinking better of it, held his tongue.
Madame recommenced advising him; he shook his head, laughing, rose and bid her good-morning, with courtesy, but still with the regardless air of one whom too much unsolicited attention was surfeiting65 and spoiling.
When he was gone, Madame dropped into the chair he had just left; she rested her chin in her hand; all that was animated66 and amiable67 vanished from her face: she looked stony68 and stern, almost mortified69 and morose70. She sighed; a single, but a deep sigh. A loud bell rang for morning-school. She got up; as she passed a dressing-table with a glass upon it, she looked at her reflected image. One single white hair streaked71 her nut-brown tresses; she plucked it out with a shudder72. In the full summer daylight, her face, though it still had the colour, could plainly be seen to have lost the texture73 of youth; and then, where were youth’s contours? Ah, Madame! wise as you were, even you knew weakness. Never had I pitied Madame before, but my heart softened74 towards her, when she turned darkly from the glass. A calamity75 had come upon her. That hag Disappointment was greeting her with a grisly “All-hail,” and her soul rejected the intimacy76.
But Rosine! My bewilderment there surpasses description. I embraced five opportunities of passing her cabinet that day, with a view to contemplating77 her charms, and finding out the secret of their influence. She was pretty, young, and wore a well-made dress. All very good points, and, I suppose, amply sufficient to account, in any philosophic78 mind, for any amount of agony and distraction79 in a young man, like Dr. John. Still, I could not help forming half a wish that the said doctor were my brother; or at least that he had a sister or a mother who would kindly80 sermonize him. I say half a wish; I broke it, and flung it away before it became a whole one, discovering in good time its exquisite81 folly82. “Somebody,” I argued, “might as well sermonize Madame about her young physician: and what good would that do?”
I believe Madame sermonized herself. She did not behave weakly, or make herself in any shape ridiculous. It is true she had neither strong feelings to overcome, nor tender feelings by which to be miserably83 pained. It is true likewise that she had an important avocation84, a real business to fill her time, divert her thoughts, and divide her interest. It is especially true that she possessed85 a genuine good sense which is not given to all women nor to all men; and by dint86 of these combined advantages she behaved wisely—she behaved well. Brava! once more, Madame Beck. I saw you matched against an Apollyon of a predilection87; you fought a good fight, and you overcame!
1 ailments [ˈeilmənts] 第9级 | |
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3 conjured [ˈkɔndʒəd] 第9级 | |
用魔术变出( conjure的过去式和过去分词 ); 祈求,恳求; 变戏法; (变魔术般地) 使…出现 | |
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5 intrepidly [ɪntre'pɪdlɪ] 第10级 | |
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6 premises [ˈpremɪsɪz] 第11级 | |
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7 flirting [flə:tɪŋ] 第7级 | |
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9 justified ['dʒʌstifaid] 第7级 | |
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11 rumour [ˈru:mə(r)] 第7级 | |
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12 remonstrance [rɪˈmɒnstrəns] 第12级 | |
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13 franchise [ˈfræntʃaɪz] 第8级 | |
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14 chuckling [ˈtʃʌklɪŋ] 第9级 | |
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18 prescription [prɪˈskrɪpʃn] 第7级 | |
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19 tout [taʊt] 第10级 | |
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24 elegance ['elɪɡəns] 第10级 | |
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29 savings ['seɪvɪŋz] 第8级 | |
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30 mischievous [ˈmɪstʃɪvəs] 第8级 | |
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36 penetration [ˌpenɪˈtreɪʃn] 第8级 | |
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37 feverish [ˈfi:vərɪʃ] 第9级 | |
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39 pacified [ˈpæsəˌfaɪd] 第10级 | |
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43 wail [weɪl] 第9级 | |
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48 salons [ˈsælɔ:ŋz] 第9级 | |
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49 oratory [ˈɒrətri] 第12级 | |
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50 adjuration [ˌædʒʊə'reɪʃən] 第10级 | |
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52 mortification ['mɔ:tifi'keiʃən] 第11级 | |
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53 injustice [ɪnˈdʒʌstɪs] 第8级 | |
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54 dedicated [ˈdedɪkeɪtɪd] 第9级 | |
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55 fickle [ˈfɪkl] 第9级 | |
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60 insignificant [ˌɪnsɪgˈnɪfɪkənt] 第9级 | |
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64 requisite [ˈrekwɪzɪt] 第9级 | |
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68 stony [ˈstəʊni] 第8级 | |
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72 shudder [ˈʃʌdə(r)] 第8级 | |
vi.战粟,震动,剧烈地摇晃;n.战粟,抖动 | |
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73 texture [ˈtekstʃə(r)] 第7级 | |
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74 softened ['sɒfənd] 第7级 | |
(使)变软( soften的过去式和过去分词 ); 缓解打击; 缓和; 安慰 | |
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75 calamity [kəˈlæməti] 第7级 | |
n.灾害,祸患,不幸事件 | |
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76 intimacy [ˈɪntɪməsi] 第8级 | |
n.熟悉,亲密,密切关系,亲昵的言行 | |
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77 contemplating [ˈkɔntempleitɪŋ] 第7级 | |
深思,细想,仔细考虑( contemplate的现在分词 ); 注视,凝视; 考虑接受(发生某事的可能性); 深思熟虑,沉思,苦思冥想 | |
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78 philosophic [ˌfɪlə'sɒfɪk] 第8级 | |
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79 distraction [dɪˈstrækʃn] 第8级 | |
n.精神涣散,精神不集中,消遣,娱乐 | |
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80 kindly [ˈkaɪndli] 第8级 | |
adj.和蔼的,温和的,爽快的;adv.温和地,亲切地 | |
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81 exquisite [ɪkˈskwɪzɪt] 第7级 | |
adj.精美的;敏锐的;剧烈的,感觉强烈的 | |
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82 folly [ˈfɒli] 第8级 | |
n.愚笨,愚蠢,蠢事,蠢行,傻话 | |
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83 miserably ['mɪzrəblɪ] 第7级 | |
adv.痛苦地;悲惨地;糟糕地;极度地 | |
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84 avocation [ˌævəʊˈkeɪʃn] 第11级 | |
n.副业,业余爱好 | |
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85 possessed [pəˈzest] 第12级 | |
adj.疯狂的;拥有的,占有的 | |
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86 dint [dɪnt] 第12级 | |
n.由于,靠;凹坑 | |
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87 predilection [ˌpri:dɪˈlekʃn] 第12级 | |
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