Some hours later, Gilbert entered Stephane's room, and struck by his pallor and with the troubled expression of his voice, inquired about him anxiously.
"I assure you I am very well," Stephane replied, mastering his emotion. "Have you brought me any flowers?"
"No, I have had no time to go for them."
"That is to say, you have not had time to think of me."
"Oh! I beg your pardon! I can think of you while working, while reading Greek, even while sleeping. And last night I saw you in my dreams: you treated me as a pedant1, and threw your cap in my face."
"That was a very extravagant2 dream."
"I am not so sure about that. It seems to me that one day—"
"Yes, one day, two centuries ago."
"Is it then so long since our acquaintance commenced?"
"Perhaps not two centuries, but nearly. As for me, I have already lived three lives: my first I passed with my mother. The second— let us not speak of that. The third began upon the night when, for the first time, you climbed into this window. And that must have been a long time ago, if I can judge of it by all which has passed since then, in my soul, in my imagination, and in my mind. Is it possible that these two centuries have only been two months? How can it be that such great changes have been wrought3 in me, in so short a time, for they are so marvelous that I can hardly recognize myself?"
"One of these changes, of which I am proud, is that you no longer throw your cap at my head."
"That was a liberty I took only with the pedant."
"And are you at last reconciled to him?"
"I have discovered that the pedant does not exist. There is a hero and a philosopher in you."
"That is a discovery I did not expect from you, and one that astonishes as much as it flatters me."
"When I tell you that I am changed throughout, and that I no longer recognize myself—"
"And I, in spite of your transformation4, recognize you very easily. My dear Stephane has preserved his habit of exaggerating all his impressions. Once I was a man who ought to be smothered5; now I am an extraordinary being who passes his life in executing heroic projects. No, my poet, I am neither a scoundrel nor a knight6 errant, and the best that can be said of me is that I am not a blockhead, that I do not lack heart, and that I run over the roofs with remarkable7 agility8."
"No, I exaggerate nothing," he said. "I speak of things as they are, and the proof that you are an extraordinary man is, that in all you do, you appear perfectly9 simple and natural."
"Ah! you need not laugh!" he continued. "Feel my pulse, you will see I have no fever. And have you not noticed how calm I have been for several days?"
I confess that your quietness surprises me; but is it really a calm? I suspect that you have only covered the brazier, and that the fire smoulders under the ashes."
"And you stir up the ashes to draw out the sparks. As you please, but I forewarn you, that you will not succeed, and that I shall remain insensible to all your efforts."
"Yes, and I have a good reason for it. There was a great fomenter12 of seditions in me, a great stirrer up of rebellion. It was my pride."
Stephane hid his face in his hands; then after a long silence:
"No," said he, "I have not the courage to speak yet. Besides, before making my revelation, which you will perhaps consider extravagant, I want to prove to you more thoroughly13 that my senses have been restored, and that I have become wise in your school. Know then, that before I became acquainted with you, religion was in my eyes, but a coarse magic in which I believed with passionate14 irrationality15. I considered prayer as a kind of sorcery, and attributed to it the power of compelling the divine will; every day I called upon Heaven to perform a miracle in my favor, and, finding myself refused, my ungranted prayers fell back like lead upon my heart. Then I rebelled against the celestial16 intelligences which refused to yield to my enchantments17, or else I sought in anguish18 to ascertain19 to what error in form, to what neglected precaution, to what sin of omission20 I could attribute the impotence of my operations in magic and my formulas.
"And now am I nothing but a charmed dreamer, a half-crazy child, a sick brain feeding on crochets21, an incorrigible22, wrong-headed fellow? No, you admit that I have profited by your lessons; that a grain of wisdom has fallen into my brain, and that without having seen the bottom of things, I have at least lucid23 intervals24. If this be so, my Gilbert, believe what I am going to say as you would the Holy Bible. You have worked with all your strength to cure my soul, and there is not a more skillful physician in the world than you. But all of your trouble would have been lost, if you had not had by your side an all-powerful ally, whom you don't know, and whom I am about to reveal to you. Ah! tell me, when you came into this room the first time, did you not feel that a celestial spirit followed in your track and entered with you? You went, he remained, and has not left me, and never will. Look, do not these walls speak of him? Do not these saints move their lips to murmur25 his name to you? And the air we breathe here, is it not full of those delicious perfumes which these envoys26 of Heaven scatter27 in their earthward journeys? How strange this spirit appeared to me at first! His face was all unknown to me, it had never appeared to me in my dreams. Startled and bewildered, I said to him: Who then art thou? What is thy name? And, one day, Gilbert, one day, it was through your mouth that he answered me. Gilbert, Gilbert, oh! what a singular company you have introduced to me in his person. Sometimes he seated himself near me, pale, melancholy28, clothed in mourning, and breathed into my heart a venomous bitterness, such as I had never dreamed of. And feeling myself seized with an inexpressible desire to die; I cried out 'I know you, you must be the brother of death!' But all at once transforming himself, he appeared to me holding a fool's cap in his hand. He shook the bells and sang to me songs which filled my ears with feverish29 murmurings. My head turned, smoke floated before me, my dazzled eyes were intoxicated30 with visions, and it seemed to me, poor child, nourished with gall31 and tears, that life was an eternal fete, upon which Heaven looked down smiling. Then I said to the spirit: 'Now I know you better, you are the brother of folly32.' But he changed himself again, and suddenly I saw him standing33 erect34 before me folded in the long white wings of the seraphim35; at once serious and gentle, divine reason shone in his deep eyes and the serenity36 on his brow announced an inhabitant of Heaven. In these moments, my Gilbert, his voice was more penetrating37 and more persuasive38 than yours; he repeated your words and gave me strength to believe in them; he engraved39 your lessons on my mind; he instilled40 your wisdom into my folly, your soul in my soul; and know that if the lily has drunk the juices of the earth, if the lily has grown, if the lily should blossom one day, it shall not be from the impotent sun rays which you brought to me in your breast, to which thanks must be rendered; but to him, the celestial spirit, to him who lighted in my heart a divine flame with which, may it please God that yours too may be illuminated41!" And rising at these words, he almost gasped42: "Have I said enough? Do you understand me at last?"
"No!" answered Gilbert resolutely43, "I do not understand this celestial spirit at all."
"Cruel! you do not wish then to divine anything!" murmured he distractedly. And going to the window, he stood some moments leaning against it. When he turned towards Gilbert, his eyes were wet with tears; but by one of those rapid changes which were familiar to him, he had a smile upon his lips, "What I dare not say to you, I have just now written," resumed he, drawing a letter from his bosom45.
"It was a last resort which I hoped you would not force me to call to my aid. Oh! hard heart! to what humiliations have you not abased46 my pride!" He presented the letter, but changing his mind, he said:
"I wish to add a few words to it."
And ran and seated himself at the table. His pen had fallen on the floor, and not being able to find it, he quickly sharpened a pencil with a keen-edged poniard which he drew from the depths of a drawer.
"What a singular penknife you have there," said Gilbert, approaching him.
"It is a Russian stiletto of Toula manufacture. It belongs to Ivan, he lent it to me day before yesterday, when we were out walking, to uproot47 a plant with. He has forgotten to take it back."
"You will oblige me by returning it to him," answered Gilbert; "it is a plaything I don't like to see in your hands."
Stephane gave a sign of assent48, and bent49 over the paper. The letter which he had written was as follows:
"My Gilbert, listen to a story. I was eleven years old when MY BROTHER STEPHANE died. Scarcely was he buried when my father called me to him. He held in his hand a suit of clothes like these I wear now, and he said to me: 'Stephane, understand me clearly. It was my daughter that just died, my son lives still.' And as I persisted in not understanding him, he had a coffin50 brought in, placed on a table and he laid me in it; and closing the cover by degrees, he said, 'My daughter, are you dead?' When it was entirely51 closed, I decided52 to speak, and I cried out, 'Father, your daughter is dead. It shall be as you desire.' Then he drew me out of the coffin half dead with fear and horror, and exclaimed, 'Stephane, remember that my daughter is dead. Should you ever happen to forget it' . . . He said no more, but his eyes finished the sentence. Gilbert, at this moment the daughter of my father comes back to life to tell you that she loves you with an unconquerable love which she can no longer conceal53. In my simplicity54, I thought at first that I loved you as you loved me; but you yourself have taken care to undeceive me. One day you spoke55 of our approaching separation, and you said to me: 'We shall see each other sometimes!' And you did not hear the cry of my heart which answered you; to pass a day without seeing you! What a hell!
"When I had fairly comprehended that your friendship was a devotion, a virtue56, a wisdom, and that mine was a folly, then the daughter of my father thought of dying, so bitter were the torments57 which her rebellious58 pride inflicted59 upon her. Ah! what would I not have given, my Gilbert, if divining who I was, you had fallen at my feet crying: 'I too know how to love madly!'
"But no; you have understood nothing, suspected nothing. My hair, the resemblance to my mother imprinted60 on my face, the smile, which they tell me, passed from her lips to mine. . . . Oh! blindest of men! how I have hated you at moments! But it does not really seem that a fatality61 pursues me? That hand with its iron grip fastened on my shoulder, and forcing me to prostrate62 myself before you, I feel no longer, with its nails pressing into my flesh; and yet my knees, trembling, powerless, bend under me, and again you see me fall at your feet. Yes, my poor pride is dead indeed. The thunder growled63 when it gave up its last breath. You remember that stormy night. Glued at the window pane64, I tried to pierce the darkness with my eyes, to discern you in the midst of the tempest. All at once the heavens were ablaze65, and I saw you standing upon the ledge66 of your window, bending proudly over the abyss, at which you seemed to hurl67 defiance68. Enveloped69 in flashing light, you appeared to me like a blissful spirit, and I exclaimed to myself: 'This is one of the elect of God! I can ask of him without shame for indulgence and mercy!' And now, my Gilbert, do not presume to tell me that my love is a malady70, which needs only careful attention. Oh, God! all that would be useless; the saints themselves have refused to cure me. Do not try to terrify me, either, or speak to me of insurmountable obstacles to our union; of dangers which threaten us. The future! We will talk of that hereafter. Now, I want to know but one thing; that is, if you are capable of loving me as I love you? Friend, if hatred71 can change to love, would it be impossible for friendship? . . . Gilbert, Gilbert, forget what the refined barbarity of my father has made of me; forget my gusts72 of passion, my violence, the unruliness of a badly educated child; forget the vehemence73 of my language, the rudeness of my actions; forget the fountain; my whip raised to you; forget those young villagers I compelled to kiss my feet; forget even the cap which I threw in your face, for, Heaven is my witness, I feel a woman's heart awakened74 in my bosom; it shakes off its long sleep, it stirs, it sighs, it speaks, and the first name it utters, the only one it ever wants to know, is yours! . . .
"What more shall I say? I would like to appear to you in your dreams decked as if for a fete: clothed in white, a smile upon my lips, pearls about my neck, around my head the flowers you love— white anemones75 and blue gentians. Only take care, some of the henbane flowers have slipped into my crown. Tear them from my hair yourself, lest their perfume instill a deadly poison into my heart. But no, I do not wish to frighten you. Stephane is wise; she is reasonable; she does not ask the impossible; she gives you time to breathe; to recover yourself. Wait, if you wish it, a week, a fortnight, a month, before coming here again; until that blessed day dawns when you can say with your adored poet; 'In its turn, friendship revealed its power to my heart, and at length love, coming last, crowned it with flowers and fruit.'"
To this letter Stephane added these words: "And if that day,
Gilbert, if that day should never come—"
But here she hesitated; her hand trembled; she looked alternately at Gilbert and the knife; then rising—
"I do not know how to finish my letter," she said. "You can easily supply what is lacking. But you must not read it here; carry it to your turret76; you will meditate77 upon it there more at leisure."
And at these words, having returned the paper to him, she burst into a fit of laughter.
"Again that same laugh, which I detest," said Gilbert, trying to hide the anguish which was consuming him.
"Do you want to know what it means?" said the young girl, looking him in the face. "When we were at Baden-Baden, three years ago, Father Alexis had a fancy to take me to a gambling78 house, and in entering I heard a burst of laughter much resembling those which shock you so. 'Who is laughing in that way?' said I to the good father. He found on inquiring that it was a man who had just gained enormous sums, and who was preparing to play double or quits.
"Double or quits!" added she; "to play double or quits! If I should lose—"
All at once her eyes dilated79, and shot fire; she turned her head backward, and raising her arm towards Gilbert, she exclaimed:
"You know who I am, and you have condemned80 me in your heart. Ah! think twice; you have my life in your hands." And recoiling81 a few steps she suddenly turned, fled across the room, threw open a small side-door, and disappeared.
How did Gilbert manage to reach his turret?
All he knows himself is, that on coming out of the dormer window, beside himself, forgetting all idea of danger, he committed, for the first time, the signal imprudence of walking erectly82 over the roof, which ordinarily he found difficult to cross even in crawling; seeing and hearing nothing, entirely absorbed in a single thought, he started forward at a quick pace. From his gait and carriage, the moon, which shone brightly in the sky, must have taken him for a madman, or a somnambulist. He reached the end of the roof, when a broken slate83 slipped under his feet. He lost his balance, fell heavily, and it would have been all over with him, if, in falling, his hand had not by a miracle encountered the trailing end of his ladder, by which he had strength enough to hold himself. Slates84 are brittle85, and when hurled86 against a hard substance break in a thousand pieces. The one which Gilbert had just precipitated87 into space met a point of rock which scattered88 it into fragments, one of which struck, without wounding, the hand of a man who happened to be rambling89 on the border of the ravine.
As fate would have it, this evening M. Leminof had an important letter to forward by the mail; and near nine o'clock, contrary to all the usages and customs of his house, he had sent Fritz to a large town about a league distant, where the courier passed during the night. Unluckily, upon his return, Fritz saw a light shining in the cottage of his Dulcinea. Appetite, the opportunity, some devil also urging him, he left the road, walked straight to the cabin, opened the door, which was only closed by a latch90, entered with stealthy tread, and surprised his beauty seated upon a stool and mending her linen91. He drew near her, said gallant92 things to her, and soon began to take liberties. The damsel, frolicsome93 and forward, instead of awakening94 her father, who slept in the neighboring room, rushed to the door, darted95 out and gained upon a run the serpentine96 path which ran along the edge of the ravine. A hundred times more active than Fritz, she kept in advance of him; then halted, called him, and the moment when he thought he was going to seize her, she escaped and ran on faster. She continued this game until becoming weary she hid herself behind a bush, and laughing in her sleeve, saw the amorous97 giant pass her, continue to ascend98, reeking99 with sweat, slipping frequently, and constantly fearing he would fall down the precipice100. At length, by dint101 of scrambling102, he arrived at the place where the path ended at the perpendicular103 fall of the precipice, a height of forty feet. By what means had his fantastic princess scaled this wall? All at once he heard a silvery voice which called him below. In his rage he struck his forehead with his fist; but at the moment he was about to descend104, a singular noise struck his ear—a piece of slate grazed his hand and drew from him an exclamation105 of surprise. Raising his head quickly, and favored by the light of the moon, he saw upon his right a shadow suspended in the air. It mounted, stopped upon the ledge of a window, stooped down and soon disappeared.
"Oh! oh!" said he, much astonished, "here's something odd! Monsieur secretary goes out at night, then, to make the rounds of the roofs? And for this we have provided ourselves with rope ladders. I am much mistaken if his Excellency, the Count, will relish106 this little amusement. Peste, the jolly fellow has a good foot and a good eye. There must be a great deal to gain to risk his skin this way. Faith! these demure107 faces are not to be trusted."
The great Fritz was so stupefied with his discovery that he seated himself a moment upon a stone to collect his thoughts. The fine idea which his thick skull108 brought forth109 was that the secretary belonged to the illustrious brotherhood110 of ambidexters, and that his nocturnal circuits had for their object the search for hidden treasure. Proud of his sagacity, and delighted with the opportunity to satisfy his resentment111, he descended112 the path, not without trouble, and deaf to the voice and the laughter of his enchantress, who challenged him to new trials, he regained113 the road and strode on to the castle.
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