father goriot(高老头)-第4章
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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 anaemic girls； in Mlle。 Victorine Taillefer's face； and her unvarying expression of sadness； like her embarrassed manner and pinched look； was in keeping with the general wretchedness of the establishment in the Rue Nueve…Saint…Genevieve； which forms a background to this picture； but her face was young； there was youthfulness in her voice and elasticity in her movements。 This young misfortune was not unlike a shrub； newly planted in an uncongenial soil； where its leaves have already begun to wither。 The outlines of her figure； revealed by her dress of the simplest and cheapest materials； were also youthful。 There was the same kind of charm about her too slender form； her faintly colored face and light…brown hair； that modern poets find in mediaeval statuettes； and a sweet expression； a look of Christian resignation in the dark gray eyes。 She was pretty by force of contrast； if she had been happy； she would have been charming。 Happiness is the poetry of woman； as the toilette is her tinsel。 If the delightful excitement of a ball had made the pale face glow with color； if the delights of a luxurious life had brought the color to the wan cheeks that were slightly hollowed already； if love had put light into the sad eyes； then Victorine might have ranked among the fairest； but she lacked the two things which create woman a second timepretty dresses and love… letters。
A book might have been made of her story。 Her father was persuaded that he had sufficient reason for declining to acknowledge her； and allowed her a bare six hundred francs a year； he had further taken measures to disinherit his daughter； and had converted all his real estate into personalty； that he might leave it undivided to his son。 Victorine's mother had died broken…hearted in Mme。 Couture's house； and the latter； who was a near relation； had taken charge of the little orphan。 Unluckily； the widow of the commissary…general to the armies of the Republic had nothing in the world but her jointure and her widow's pension； and some day she might be obliged to leave the helpless； inexperienced girl to the mercy of the world。 The good soul； therefore； took Victorine to mass every Sunday； and to confession once a fortnight； thinking that； in any case； she would bring up her ward to be devout。 She was right； religion offered a solution of the problem of the young girl's future。 The poor child loved the father who refused to acknowledge her。 Once every year she tried to see him to deliver her mother's message of forgiveness； but every year hitherto she had knocked at that door in vain； her father was inexorable。 Her brother； her only means of communication； had not come to see her for four years； and had sent her no assistance； yet she prayed to God to unseal her father's eyes and to soften her brother's heart； and no accusations mingled with her prayers。 Mme。 Couture and Mme。 Vauquer exhausted the vocabulary of abuse； and failed to find words that did justice to the banker's iniquitous conduct； but while they heaped execrations on the millionaire； Victorine's words were as gentle as the moan of the wounded dove； and affection found expression even in the cry drawn from her by pain。
Eugene de Rastignac was a thoroughly southern type； he had a fair complexion； blue eyes； black hair。 In his figure； manner； and his whole bearing it was easy to see that he had either come of a noble family； or that； from his earliest childhood； he had been gently bred。 If he was careful of his wardrobe； only taking last year's clothes into daily wear； still upon occasion he could issue forth as a young man of fashion。 Ordinarily he wore a shabby coat and waistcoat； the limp black cravat； untidily knotted； that students affect； trousers that matched the rest of his costume； and boots that had been resoled。
Vautrin （the man of forty with the dyed whiskers） marked a transition stage between these two young people and the others。 He was the kind of man that calls forth the remark： 〃He looks a jovial sort！〃 He had broad shoulders； a well…developed chest； muscular arms； and strong square…fisted hands； the joints of his fingers were covered with tufts of fiery red hair。 His face was furrowed by premature wrinkles； there was a certain hardness about it in spite of his bland and insinuating manner。 His bass voice was by no means unpleasant； and was in keeping with his boisterous laughter。 He was always obliging； always in good spirits； if anything went wrong with one of the locks； he would soon unscrew it； take it to pieces； file it； oil and clean and set it in order； and put it back in its place again； 〃I am an old hand at it；〃 he used to say。 Not only so； he knew all about ships； the sea； France； foreign countries； men； business； law； great houses and prisons；there was nothing that he did not know。 If any one complained rather more than usual； he would offer his services at once。 He had several times lent money to Mme。 Vauquer； or to the boarders； but； somehow； those whom he obliged felt that they would sooner face death than fail to repay him； a certain resolute look； sometimes seen on his face； inspired fear of him； for all his appearance of easy good…nature。 In the way he spat there was an imperturbable coolness which seemed to indicate that this was a man who would not stick at a crime to extricate himself from a false position。 His eyes； like those of a pitiless judge； seemed to go to the very bottom of all questions； to read all natures； all feelings and thoughts。 His habit of life was very regular； he usually went out after breakfast； returning in time for dinner； and disappeared for the rest of the evening； letting himself in about midnight with a latch key； a privilege that Mme。 Vauquer accorded to no other boarder。 But then he was on very good terms with the widow； he used to call her 〃mamma；〃 and put his arm round her waist； a piece of flattery perhaps not appreciated to the full！ The worthy woman might imagine this to be an easy feat； but； as a matter of fact； no arm but Vautrin's was long enough to encircle her。
It was a characteristic trait of his generously to pay fifteen francs a month for the cup of coffee with a dash of brandy in it； which he took after dinner。 Less superficial observers than young men engulfed by the whirlpool of Parisian life； or old men； who took no interest in anything that did not directly concern them； would not have stopped short at the vaguely unsatisfactory impression that Vautrin made upon them。 He knew or guessed the concerns of every one about him； but none of them had been able to penetrate his thoughts； or to discover his occupation。 He had deliberately made his apparent good…nature； his unfailing readiness to oblige； and his high spirits into a barrier between himself and the rest of them； but not seldom he gave glimpses of appalling depths of character。 He seemed to delight in scourging the upper classes of society with the lash of his tongue； to take pleasure in convicting it of inconsistency； in mocking at law and order with some grim jest worthy of Juvenal； as if some grudge against the social system rankled in him； as if there were some mystery carefully hidden away in his life。
Mlle。 Taillefer felt attracted； perhaps unconsciously； by the strength of the one man； and the good looks of the other； her stolen glances and secret thoughts were divided between them； but neither of them seemed to take any notice of her； although some day a chance might alter her position； and she would be a wealthy heiress。 For that matter； there was not a soul in the house who took any trouble to investigate the various chronicles of misfortunes； real or imaginary； related by the rest。 Each one regarded the others with indifference； tempered by suspicion； it was a natural result of their relative positions。 Practical assistance not one could give； this they all knew； and they had long since exhausted their stock of condolence over previous discussions of their grievances。 They were in something the same position as an elderly couple who have nothing left to say to each other。 The routine of existence kept them in contact； but th
