father goriot(高老头)-第3章
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francs a year。
The two sets of rooms on the second floor were respectively occupied by an old man named Poiret and a man of forty or thereabouts； the wearer of a black wig and dyed whiskers； who gave out that he was a retired merchant； and was addressed as M。 Vautrin。 Two of the four rooms on the third floor were also let one to an elderly spinster； a Mlle。 Michonneau； and the other to a retired manufacturer of vermicelli； Italian paste and starch； who allowed the others to address him as 〃Father Goriot。〃 The remaining rooms were allotted to various birds of passage； to impecunious students； who like 〃Father Goriot〃 and Mlle。 Michonneau； could only muster forty…five francs a month to pay for their board and lodging。 Mme。 Vauquer had little desire for lodgers of this sort； they ate too much bread； and she only took them in default of better。
At that time one of the rooms was tenanted by a law student； a young man from the neighborhood of Angouleme； one of a large family who pinched and starved themselves to spare twelve hundred francs a year for him。 Misfortune had accustomed Eugene de Rastignac； for that was his name； to work。 He belonged to the number of young men who know as children that their parents' hopes are centered on them； and deliberately prepare themselves for a great career； subordinating their studies from the first to this end； carefully watching the indications of the course of events； calculating the probable turn that affairs will take； that they may be the first to profit by them。 But for his observant curiosity； and the skill with which he managed to introduce himself into the salons of Paris； this story would not have been colored by the tones of truth which it certainly owes to him； for they are entirely due to his penetrating sagacity and desire to fathom the mysteries of an appalling condition of things； which was concealed as carefully by the victim as by those who had brought it to pass。
Above the third story there was a garret where the linen was hung to dry； and a couple of attics。 Christophe； the man…of…all…work； slept in one； and Sylvie； the stout cook； in the other。 Beside the seven inmates thus enumerated； taking one year with another； some eight law or medical students dined in the house； as well as two or three regular comers who lived in the neighborhood。 There were usually eighteen people at dinner； and there was room； if need be； for twenty at Mme。 Vauquer's table； at breakfast； however； only the seven lodgers appeared。 It was almost like a family party。 Every one came down in dressing…gown and slippers； and the conversation usually turned on anything that had happened the evening before； comments on the dress or appearance of the dinner contingent were exchanged in friendly confidence。
These seven lodgers were Mme。 Vauquer's spoiled children。 Among them she distributed； with astronomical precision； the exact proportion of respect and attention due to the varying amounts they paid for their board。 One single consideration influenced all these human beings thrown together by chance。 The two second… floor lodgers only paid seventy…two francs a month。 Such prices as these are confined to the Faubourg Saint…Marcel and the district between La Bourbe and the Salpetriere； and； as might be expected； poverty； more or less apparent； weighed upon them all； Mme。 Couture being the sole exception to the rule。
The dreary surroundings were reflected in the costumes of the inmates of the house； all were alike threadbare。 The color of the men's coats were problematical； such shoes； in more fashionable quarters； are only to be seen lying in the gutter； the cuffs and collars were worn and frayed at the edges； every limp article of clothing looked like the ghost of its former self。 The women's dresses were faded； old…fashioned； dyed and re…dyed； they wore gloves that were glazed with hard wear； much…mended lace； dingy ruffles； crumpled muslin fichus。 So much for their clothing； but； for the most part； their frames were solid enough； their constitutions had weathered the storms of life； their cold； hard faces were worn like coins that have been withdrawn from circulation； but there were greedy teeth behind the withered lips。 Dramas brought to a close or still in progress are foreshadowed by the sight of such actors as these； not the dramas that are played before the footlights and against a background of painted canvas； but dumb dramas of life； frost…bound dramas that sere hearts like fire； dramas that do not end with the actors' lives。
Mlle。 Michonneau； that elderly young lady； screened her weak eyes from the daylight by a soiled green silk shade with a rim of brass； an object fit to scare away the Angel of Pity himself。 Her shawl； with its scanty； draggled fringe； might have covered a skeleton； so meagre and angular was the form beneath it。 Yet she must have been pretty and shapely once。 What corrosive had destroyed the feminine outlines？ Was it trouble； or vice； or greed？ Had she loved too well？ Had she been a second…hand clothes dealer； a frequenter of the backstairs of great houses； or had she been merely a courtesan？ Was she expiating the flaunting triumphs of a youth overcrowded with pleasures by an old age in which she was shunned by every passer…by？ Her vacant gaze sent a chill through you； her shriveled face seemed like a menace。 Her voice was like the shrill； thin note of the grasshopper sounding from the thicket when winter is at hand。 She said that she had nursed an old gentleman； ill of catarrh of the bladder； and left to die by his children； who thought that he had nothing left。 His bequest to her； a life annuity of a thousand francs； was periodically disputed by his heirs； who mingled slander with their persecutions。 In spite of the ravages of conflicting passions； her face retained some traces of its former fairness and fineness of tissue； some vestiges of the physical charms of her youth still survived。
M。 Poiret was a sort of automaton。 He might be seen any day sailing like a gray shadow along the walks of the Jardin des Plantes； on his head a shabby cap； a cane with an old yellow ivory handle in the tips of his thin fingers； the outspread skirts of his threadbare overcoat failed to conceal his meagre figure； his breeches hung loosely on his shrunken limbs； the thin； blue…stockinged legs trembled like those of a drunken man； there was a notable breach of continuity between the dingy white waistcoat and crumpled shirt frills and the cravat twisted about a throat like a turkey gobbler's； altogether； his appearance set people wondering whether this outlandish ghost belonged to the audacious race of the sons of Japhet who flutter about on the Boulevard Italien。 What devouring kind of toil could have so shriveled him？ What devouring passions had darkened that bulbous countenance； which would have seemed outrageous as a caricature？ What had he been？ Well； perhaps he had been part of the machinery of justice； a clerk in the office to which the executioner sends in his accounts；so much for providing black veils for parricides； so much for sawdust； so much for pulleys and cord for the knife。 Or he might have been a receiver at the door of a public slaughter…house； or a sub…inspector of nuisances。 Indeed； the man appeared to have been one of the beasts of burden in our great social mill； one of those Parisian Ratons whom their Bertrands do not even know by sight； a pivot in the obscure machinery that disposes of misery and things unclean； one of those men； in short； at sight of whom we are prompted to remark that； 〃After all； we cannot do without them。〃
Stately Paris ignores the existence of these faces bleached by moral or physical suffering； but； then； Paris is in truth an ocean that no line can plumb。 You may survey its surface and describe it； but no matter how numerous and painstaking the toilers in this sea； there will always be lonely and unexplored regions in its depths； caverns unknown； flowers and pearls and monsters of the deep overlooked or forgotten by the divers of literature。 The Maison Vauquer is one of these curious monstrosities。
Two； however； of Mme。 Vauquer's boarders formed a striking contrast to the rest。 There was a sickly pallor； such as is often seen in anaem
