two poets-第14章
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ns on each side of the nose bringing out the whiteness of that delicate setting。 The Bourbon curve of the nose added to the ardent expression of an oval face； it was as if the royal temper of the House of Conde shone conspicuous in this feature。 The careless cross…folds of the bodice left a white throat bare； and half revealed the outlines of a still youthful figure and shapely； well placed contours beneath。
With fingers tapering and well…kept； though somewhat too thin； Mme。 de Bargeton amiably pointed to a seat by her side； M。 du Chatelet ensconced himself in an easy…chair； and Lucien then became aware that there was no one else in the room。
Mme。 de Bargeton's words intoxicated the young poet from L'Houmeau。 For Lucien those three hours spent in her presence went by like a dream that we would fain have last forever。 She was not thin； he thought； she was slender； in love with love； and loverless； and delicate in spite of her strength。 Her foibles； exaggerated by her manner； took his fancy； for youth sets out with a love of hyperbole； that infirmity of noble souls。 He did not so much as see that her cheeks were faded； that the patches of color on the cheek…bone were faded and hardened to a brick…red by listless days and a certain amount of ailing health。 His imagination fastened at once on the glowing eyes； on the dainty curls rippling with light； on the dazzling fairness of her skin； and hovered about those bright points as the moth hovers about the candle flame。 For her spirit made such appeal to his that he could no longer see the woman as she was。 Her feminine exaltation had carried him away； the energy of her expressions； a little staled in truth by pretty hard and constant wear； but new to Lucien； fascinated him so much the more easily because he was determined to be pleased。 He had brought none of his own verses to read； but nothing was said of them； he had purposely left them behind because he meant to return； and Mme。 de Bargeton did not ask for them； because she meant that he should come back some future day to read them to her。 Was not this a beginning of an understanding？
As for M。 Sixte du Chatelet； he was not over well pleased with all this。 He perceived rather too late in the day that he had a rival in this handsome young fellow。 He went with him as far as the first flight of steps below Beaulieu to try the effect of a little diplomacy； and Lucien was not a little astonished when he heard the controller of excise pluming himself on having effected the introduction； and proceeding in this character to give him （Lucien） the benefit of his advice。
〃Heaven send that Lucien might meet with better treatment than he had done；〃 such was the matter of M。 du Chatelet's discourse。 〃The Court was less insolent that this pack of dolts in Angouleme。 You were expected to endure deadly insults； the superciliousness you had to put up with was something abominable。 If this kind of folk did not alter their behavior； there would be another Revolution of '89。 As for himself； if he continued to go to the house； it was because he had found Mme。 de Bargeton to his taste； she was the only woman worth troubling about in Angouleme； he had been paying court to her for want of anything better to do； and now he was desperately in love with her。 She would be his before very long； she loved him； everything pointed that way。 The conquest of this haughty queen of the society would be his one revenge on the whole houseful of booby clodpates。〃
Chatelet talked of his passion in the tone of a man who would have a rival's life if he crossed his path。 The elderly butterfly of the Empire came down with his whole weight on the poor poet； and tried to frighten and crush him by his self…importance。 He grew taller as he gave an embellished account of his perilous wanderings； but while he impressed the poet's imagination； the lover was by no means afraid of him。
In spite of the elderly coxcomb； and regardless of his threats and airs of a bourgeois bravo； Lucien went back again and again to the housenot too often at first； as became a man of L'Houmeau； but before very long he grew accustomed to the vast condescension； as it had seemed to him at the outset； and came more and more frequently。 The druggist's son was a completely insignificant being。 If any of the noblesse； men or women； calling upon Nais； found Lucien in the room； they met him with the overwhelming graciousness that well…bred people use towards their inferiors。 Lucien thought them very kind for a time； and later found out the real reason for their specious amiability。 It was not long before he detected a patronizing tone that stirred his gall and confirmed him in his bitter Republicanism； a phase of opinion through which many a would…be patrician passes by way of prelude to his introduction to polite society。
But was there anything that he would not have endured for Nais？for so he heard her named by the clan。 Like Spanish grandees and the old Austrian nobility at Vienna； these folk； men and women alike； called each other by their Christian names； a final shade of distinction in the inmost ring of Angoumoisin aristocracy。
Lucien loved Nais as a young man loves the first woman who flatters him； for Nais prophesied great things and boundless fame for Lucien。 She used all her skill to secure her hold upon her poet； not merely did she exalt him beyond measure； but she represented him to himself as a child without fortune whom she meant to start in life； she treated him like a child； to keep him near her； she made him her reader； her secretary； and cared more for him than she would have thought possible after the dreadful calamity that had befallen her。
She was very cruel to herself in those days； telling herself that it would be folly to love a young man of twenty； so far apart from her socially in the first place； and her behavior to him was a bewildering mixture of familiarity and capricious fits of pride arising from her fears and scruples。 She was sometimes a lofty patroness； sometimes she was tender and flattered him。 At first； while he was overawed by her rank； Lucien experienced the extremes of dread； hope； and despair； the torture of a first love； that is beaten deep into the heart with the hammer strokes of alternate bliss and anguish。 For two months Mme。 de Bargeton was for him a benefactress who would take a mother's interest in him； but confidences came next。 Mme。 de Bargeton began to address her poet as 〃dear Lucien；〃 and then as 〃dear；〃 without more ado。 The poet grew bolder； and addressed the great lady as Nais； and there followed a flash of anger that captivates a boy； she reproached him for calling her by a name in everybody's mouth。 The haughty and high… born Negrepelisse offered the fair angel youth that one of her appellations which was unsoiled by use； for him she would be 〃Louise。〃 Lucien was in the third heaven。
One evening when Lucien came in； he found Mme。 de Bargeton looking at a portrait； which she promptly put away。 He wished to see it； and to quiet the despair of a first fit of jealousy Louise showed him Cante… Croix's picture； and told with tears the piteous story of a love so stainless； so cruelly cut short。 Was she experimenting with herself？ Was she trying a first unfaithfulness to the memory of the dead？ Or had she taken it into her head to raise up a rival to Lucien in the portrait？ Lucien was too much of a boy to analyze his lady…love； he gave way to unfeigned despair when she opened the campaign by entrenching herself behind the more or less skilfully devised scruples which women raise to have them battered down。 When a woman begins to talk about her duty； regard for appearances or religion； the objections she raises are so many redoubts which she loves to have carried by storm。 But on the guileless Lucien these coquetries were thrown away； he would have advanced of his own accord。
〃_I_ shall not die for you； I will live for you；〃 he cried audaciously one evening； he meant to have no more of M。 de Cante…Croix； and gave Louise a glance which told plainly that a crisis was at hand。
Startled at the progress of this new love in herself and her poet； Louise demanded some verses promised for the first page of her album； looking for a pretext
