书城公版The Mystery of Orcival
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第53章

M.Plantat stopped.His companions had not suffered a gesture or a word to interrupt him.M.Lecoq, as he listened, reflected.He asked himself where M.Plantat could have got all these minute details.Who had written Tremorel's terrible biography? As he glanced at the papers from which Plantat read, he saw that they were not all in the same handwriting.

The old justice of the peace pursued the story:

Bertha Lechaillu, though by an unhoped-for piece of good fortune she had become Madame Sauvresy, did not love her husband.She was the daughter of a poor country school-master, whose highest ambition had been to be an assistant teacher in a Versailles school; yet she was not now satisfied.Absolute queen of one of the finest domains in the land, surrounded by every luxury, spending as she pleased, beloved, adored, she was not content.Her life, so well regulated, so constantly smooth, without annoyances and disturbance, seemed to her insipid.There were always the same monotonous pleasures, always recurring each in its season.There were parties and receptions, horse rides, hunts, drives - and it was always thus!

Alas, this was not the life she had dreamed of; she was born for more exciting pleasures.She yearned for unknown emotions and sensations, the unforeseen, abrupt transitions, passions, adventures.

She had not liked Sauvresy from the first day she saw him, and her secret aversion to him increased in proportion as her influence over him grew more certain.She thought him common, vulgar, ridiculous.

She thought the simplicity of his manners, silliness.She looked at him, and saw nothing in him to admire.She did not listen to him when he spoke, having already decided in her wisdom that he could say nothing that was not tedious or commonplace.She was angry that he had not been a wild young man, the terror of his family.

He had, however, done as other young men do.He had gone to Paris and tried the sort of life which his friend Tremorel led.He had enough of it in six months, and hastily returned to Valfeuillu, to rest after such laborious pleasures.The experience cost him a hundred thousand francs, but he said he did not regret purchasing it at this price.

Bertha was wearied with the constancy and adoration of her husband.

She had only to express a desire to be at once obeyed, and this blind submission to all her wishes appeared to her servile in a man.

A man is born, she thought, to command, and not to obey; to be master, and not slave.She would have preferred a husband who would come in in the middle of the night, still warm from his orgy, having lost at play, and who would strike her if she upbraided him.

A tyrant, but a man.Some months after her marriage she suddenly took it into her head to have absurd freaks and extravagant caprices.

She wished to prove him, and see how far his constant complacence would go.She thought she would tire him out.It was intolerable to feel absolutely sure of her husband, to know that she so filled his heart that he had room for no other, to have nothing to fear, not even the caprice of an hour.Perhaps there was yet more than this in Bertha's aversion.She knew herself, and confessed to herself that had Sauvresy wished, she wouldhave been his without being his wife.She was so lonely at her father's, so wretched in her poverty, that she would have fled from her home, even for this.

And she despised her husband because he had not despised her enough!

People were always telling her that she was the happiest of women.

Happy! And there were days when she wept when she thought that she was married.Happy! There were times when she longed to fly, to seek adventure and pleasure, all that she yearned for, what she had not had and never would have.The fear of poverty - which she knew we1l - restrained her.This fear was caused in part by a wise precaution which her father, recently dead, had taken.Sauvresy wished to insert in the marriage-contract a settlement of five hundred thousand francs on his affianced.The worthy Lechailin had opposed this generous act.

"My daughter," he said, "brings you nothing.Settle forty thousand francs on her if you will, not a sou more; otherwise there shall be no marriage."As Sauvresy insisted, the old man added:

"I hope that she will be a good and worthy wife; if so, your fortune will be hers.But if she is not, forty thousand francs will be none too little for her.Of course, if you are afraid that you will die first, you can make a will."Sauvresy was forced to yield.Perhaps the worthy school-master knew his daughter; if so he was the only one.Never did so consummate a hypocrisy minister to so profound a perversity, and a depravity so inconceivable in a young and seemingly innocent girl.

If, at the bottom of her heart, she thought herself the most wretched of women, there was nothing of it apparent - it was a well-kept secret.She knew how to show to her husband, in place of the love she did not feel, the appearance of a passion at once burning and modest, betraying furtive glances and a flush as of pleasure, when he entered the room.

All the world said:

"Bertha is foolishly fond of her husband."Sauvresy was sure of it, and he was the first to say, not caring to conceal his joy:

"My wife adores me."

Such were man and wife at Valfeuillu when Sauvresy found Tremorel on the banks of the Seine with a pistol in his hand.Sauvresy missed his dinner that evening for the first time since his marriage, though he had promised to be prompt, and the meal was kept waiting for him.Bertha might have been anxious about this delay; she was only indignant at what she called inconsiderateness.She was asking herself how she should punish her husband, when, at ten o'clock at night, the drawing-room door was abruptly thrown open, and Sauvresy stood smiling upon the threshold.

"Bertha," said he, "I've brought you an apparition."She scarcely deigned to raise her head.Sauvresy continued: