书城公版The Mystery of Orcival
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"Have I run after his wife?" said he to himself, trying to impose silence on his conscience."She comes to me of her own will, herself, without the least temptation from me.I should be a fool if I repelled her."Conceit has irresistible arguments.Hector, when he entered the house, had made up his mind.He did not fly.Yet he had the excuse neither of passion nor of temptation; he did not love her, and his infamy was deliberate, coldly premeditated.Between her and him a chain more solid than mutual attraction was riveted; their common hatred of Sauvresy.They owed too much to him.His hand had held both from degradation.

The first hours of their mutual understanding were spent in angry words, rather than the cooings of love.They perceived too clearly the disgrace of their conduct not to try to reassure each other against their remorse.They tried to prove to each other that Sauvresy was ridiculous and odious; as if they were absolved by his deficiencies, if deficiencies he had.If indeed trustfulness is foolishness, Sauvresy was indeed a fool, because he could be deceived under his own eyes, in his own house, because he had perfect faith in his wife and his friend.He suspected nothing, and every day he rejoiced that he had been able to keep Tremorel by him.He often repeated to his wife:

"I am too happy."

Bertha employed all her art to encourage these joyous illusions.

She who had before been so capricious, so nervous, wilful, became little by little submissive to the degree of an angelic softness.

The future of her love depended on her husband, and she spared no pains to prevent the slightest suspicion from ruffling his calm confidence.Such was their prudence that no one in the house suspected their state.And yet Bertha was not happy.Her love did not yield her the joys she had expected.She hoped to be transported to the clouds, and she remained on the earth, hampered by all the miserable ties of a life of lies and deceit.

Perhaps she perceived that she was Hector's revenge on her husband, and that he only loved in her the dishonored wife of an envied friend.And to crown all, she was jealous.For several months she tried to persuade Tremorel to break with Jenny.He always had the same reply, which, though it might be prudent, was irritating.

"Jenny is our security - you must think of that."The fact was, however, that he was trying to devise some means of getting rid of Jenny.It was a difficult matter.The poor girl, having fallen into comparative poverty, became more and more tenacious of Hector's affection.She often gave him trouble by telling him that he was no longer the same, that he was changed;she was sad, and wept, and had red eyes.

One evening, in a fit of anger, she menaced him with a singular threat.

"You love another," she said."I know it, for I have proofs of it.

Take care! If you ever leave me, my anger will fall on her head, and I will not have any mercy on her."The count foolishly attached no importance to these words; they only hastened the separation.

"She is getting very troublesome," thought he."If some day Ishouldn't go when she was expecting me, she might come up to Valfeuillu, and make a wretched scandal."He armed himself with all his courage, which was assisted by Bertha's tears and entreaties, and started for Corbeil resolved to break off with Jenny.He took every precaution in declaring his intentions, giving the best reasons for his decision that he could think of.

"We must be careful, you know, Jenny," said he, "and cease to meet for a while.I am ruined, you know, and the only thing that can save me is marriage."Hector had prepared himself foran explosion of fury, piercing cries, hysterics, fainting-fits.To his great surprise, Jenny did not answer a word.She became as white as her collar, her ruddy lips blanched, her eyes stared.

"So," said she, with her teeth tightly shut to contain herself, "so you are going to get married?""Alas, I must," he answered with a hypocritical sigh."You know that lately I have only been able to get money for you by borrowing from my friend; his purse will not be at my service forever."Jenny took Hector by the hand, and led him to the window.There, looking intently at him, as if her gaze could frighten the truth out of him, she said, slowly:

" It is really true, is it, that you are going to leave me to get married?"Hector disengaged one of his hands, and placed it on his heart.

"I swear it on my honor," said he.

"I ought to believe you, then."

Jenny returned to the middle of the room.Standing erect before the mirror, she put on her hat, quietly disposing its ribbons as if nothing had occurred.When she was ready to go, she went up to Tremorel."For the last time," said she, in a tone which she forced to be firm, and which belied her tearful, glistening eyes.

"For the last time, Hector, are we really to part?""We must."

Jenny made a gesture which Tremorel did not see; her face had a malicious expression.; her lips parted to utter some sarcastic response; but she recovered herself almost immediately.

"I am going, Hector," said she, after a moment's reflection; "If you are really leaving me to get married, you shall never hear of me again.""Why, Jenny, I hope I shall still remain your friend.""Well, only if you abandon me for another reason, remember what Itell you; you will be a dead man, and she, a lost woman."She opened the door; he tried to take her hand; she repulsed him.

"Adieu!"

Hector ran to the window to assure himself of her departure.She was ascending the avenue leading to the station.

"Well, that's over," thought he, with a sigh of relief."Jenny was a good girl."