第28章 ROMANTIC LOVE(3)
On the following Wednesday evening Raoul went to Madame d'Espard's,and was able to exchange a few sentences with Marie,more expressive by their tones than their ideas.In the midst of the elegant assembly both found pleasure in those enjoyable sensations given by the voice,the gestures,the attitude of one beloved.The soul then fastens upon absolute nothings.No longer do ideas or even language speak,but things;and these so loudly,that often a man lets another pay the small attentions--bring a cup of tea,or the sugar to sweeten it--demanded by the woman he loves,fearful of betraying his emotion to eyes that seem to see nothing and yet see all.Raoul,however,a man indifferent to the eyes of the world,betrayed his passion in his speech and was brilliantly witty.The company listened to the roar of a discourse inspired by the restraint put upon him;restraint being that which artists cannot endure.This Rolandic fury,this wit which slashed down all things,using epigram as its weapon,intoxicated Marie and amused the circle around them,as the sight of a bull goaded with banderols amuses the company in a Spanish circus.
"You may kick as you please,but you can't make a solitude about you,"whispered Blondet.
The words brought Raoul to his senses,and he ceased to exhibit his irritation to the company.Madame d'Espard came up to offer him a cup of tea,and said loud enough for Madame de Vandenesse to hear:--"You are certainly very amusing;come and see me sometimes at four o'clock."The word "amusing"offended Raoul,though it was used as the ground of an invitation.Blondet took pity on him.
"My dear fellow,"he said,taking him aside into a corner,"you are behaving in society as if you were at Florine's.Here no one shows annoyance,or spouts long articles;they say a few words now and then,they look their calmest when most desirous of flinging others out of the window;they sneer softly,they pretend not to think of the woman they adore,and they are careful not to roll like a donkey on the high-road.In society,my good Raoul,conventions rule love.Either carry off Madame de Vandenesse,or show yourself a gentleman.As it is,you are playing the lover in one of your own books."Nathan listened with his head lowered;he was like a lion caught in a toil.
"I'll never set foot in this house again,"he cried."That papier-mache marquise sells her tea too dear.She thinks me amusing!Iunderstand now why Saint-Just wanted to guillotine this whole class of people.""You'll be back here to-morrow."
Blondet was right.Passions are as mean as they are cruel.The next day after long hesitation between "I'll go--I'll not go,"Raoul left his new partners in the midst of an important discussion and rushed to Madame d'Espard's house in the faubourg Saint-Honore.Beholding Rastignac's elegant cabriolet enter the court-yard while he was paying his cab at the gate,Nathan's vanity was stung;he resolved to have a cabriolet himself,and its accompanying tiger,too.The carriage of the countess was in the court-yard,and the sight of it swelled Raoul's heart with joy.Marie was advancing under the pressure of her desires with the regularity of the hands of a clock obeying the mainspring.He found her sitting at the corner of the fireplace in the little salon.Instead of looking at Nathan when he was announced,she looked at his reflection in a mirror.
"Monsieur le ministre,"said Madame d'Espard,addressing Nathan,and presenting him to de Marsay by a glance,"was maintaining,when you came in,that the royalists and the republicans have a secret understanding.You ought to know something about it;is it so?""If it were so,"said Raoul,"where's the harm?We hate the same thing;we agree as to our hatreds,we differ only in our love.That's the whole of it.""The alliance is odd enough,"said de Marsay,giving a comprehensively meaning glance at the Comtesse Felix and Nathan.
"It won't last,"said Rastignac,thinking,perhaps,wholly of politics.
"What do you think,my dear?"asked Madame d'Espard,addressing Marie.
"I know nothing of public affairs,"replied the countess.
"But you soon will,madame,"said de Marsay,"and then you will be doubly our enemy."So saying he left the room with Rastignac,and Madame d'Espard accompanied them to the door of the first salon.The lovers had the room to themselves for a few moments.Marie held out her ungloved hand to Raoul,who took and kissed it as though he were eighteen years old.
The eyes of the countess expressed so noble a tenderness that the tears which men of nervous temperament can always find at their service came into Raoul's eyes.
"Where can I see you?where can I speak with you?"he said."It is death to be forced to disguise my voice,my look,my heart,my love--"Moved by that tear Marie promised to drive daily in the Bois,unless the weather were extremely bad.This promise gave Raoul more pleasure than he had found in Florine for the last five years.
"I have so many things to say to you!I suffer from the silence to which we are condemned--"The countess looked at him eagerly without replying,and at that moment Madame d'Espard returned to the room.
"Why didn't you answer de Marsay?"she said as she entered.
"We ought to respect the dead,"replied Raoul."Don't you see that he is dying?Rastignac is his nurse,--hoping to be put in the will."The countess pretended to have other visits to pay,and left the house.