That lady — one fine day — actually came out in a fiacre as far as the chateau7. I suppose she had resolved within herself to see what manner of place Dr. John inhabited. Apparently8, the pleasant site and neat interior surpassed her expectations; she eulogized all she saw, pronounced the blue salon9 “une pièce magnifique,” profusely10 congratulated me on the acquisition of friends, “tellement dignes, aimables, et respectables,” turned also a neat compliment in my favour, and, upon Dr. John coming in, ran up to him with the utmost buoyancy, opening at the same time such a fire of rapid language, all sparkling with felicitations and protestations about his “chateau,”— “madame sa mère, la digne chatelaine:” also his looks; which, indeed, were very flourishing, and at the moment additionally embellished11 by the good-natured but amused smile with which he always listened to Madame’s fluent and florid French. In short, Madame shone in her very best phase that day, and came in and went out quite a living catherine-wheel of compliments, delight, and affability. Half purposely, and half to ask some question about school-business, I followed her to the carriage, and looked in after she was seated and the door closed. In that brief fraction of time what a change had been wrought12! An instant ago, all sparkles and jests, she now sat sterner than a judge and graver than a sage13. Strange little woman!
I went back and teased Dr. John about Madame’s devotion to him. How he laughed! What fun shone in his eyes as he recalled some of her fine speeches, and repeated them, imitating her voluble delivery! He had an acute sense of humour, and was the finest company in the world — when he could forget Miss Fanshawe.
To “sit in sunshine calm and sweet” is said to be excellent for weak people; it gives them vital force. When little Georgette Beck was recovering from her illness, I used to take her in my arms and walk with her in the garden by the hour together, beneath a certain wall hung with grapes, which the Southern sun was ripening14: that sun cherished her little pale frame quite as effectually as it mellowed15 and swelled16 the clustering fruit.
There are human tempers, bland17, glowing, and genial18, within whose influence it is as good for the poor in spirit to live, as it is for the feeble in frame to bask19 in the glow of noon. Of the number of these choice natures were certainly both Dr. Bretton’s and his mother’s. They liked to communicate happiness, as some like to occasion misery20: they did it instinctively21; without fuss, and apparently with little consciousness; the means to give pleasure rose spontaneously in their minds. Every day while I stayed with them, some little plan was proposed which resulted in beneficial enjoyment22. Fully23 occupied as was Dr. John’s time, he still made it in his way to accompany us in each brief excursion. I can hardly tell how he managed his engagements; they were numerous, yet by dint24 of system, he classed them in an order which left him a daily period of liberty. I often saw him hard-worked, yet seldom over-driven, and never irritated, confused, or oppressed. What he did was accomplished25 with the ease and grace of all-sufficing strength; with the bountiful cheerfulness of high and unbroken energies. Under his guidance I saw, in that one happy fortnight, more of Villette, its environs, and its inhabitants, than I had seen in the whole eight months of my previous residence. He took me to places of interest in the town, of whose names I had not before so much as heard; with willingness and spirit he communicates. much noteworthy information. He never seemed to think it a trouble to talk to me, and, I am sure, it was never a task to me to listen. It was not his way to treat subjects coldly and vaguely27; he rarely generalized, never prosed. He seemed to like nice details almost as much as I liked them myself: he seemed observant of character: and not superficially observant, either. These points gave the quality of interest to his discourse28; and the fact of his speaking direct from his own resources, and not borrowing or stealing from books — here a dry fact, and there a trite29 phrase, and elsewhere a hackneyed opinion — ensured a freshness, as welcome as it was rare. Before my eyes, too, his disposition30 seemed to unfold another phase; to pass to a fresh day: to rise in new and nobler dawn.
His mother possessed31 a good development of benevolence32, but he owned a better and larger. I found, on accompanying him to the Basse-Ville — the poor and crowded quarter of the city — that his errands there were as much those of the philanthropist as the physician. I understood presently that cheerfully, habitually33, and in single-minded unconsciousness of any special merit distinguishing his deeds — he was achieving, amongst a very wretched population, a world of active good. The lower orders liked him well; his poor, patients in the hospitals welcomed him with a sort of enthusiasm.
But stop — I must not, from the faithful narrator, degenerate34 into the partial eulogist. Well, full well, do I know that Dr. John was not perfect, anymore than I am perfect. Human fallibility leavened35 him throughout: there was no hour, and scarcely a moment of the time I spent with him that in act or speech, or look, he did not betray something that was not of a god. A god could not have the cruel vanity of Dr. John, nor his sometime levity36., No immortal37 could have resembled him in his occasional temporary oblivion of all but the present — in his passing passion for that present; shown not coarsely, by devoting it to material indulgence, but selfishly, by extracting from it whatever it could yield of nutriment to his masculine self-love: his delight was to feed that ravenous38 sentiment, without thought of the price of provender40, or care for the cost of keeping it sleek41 and high-pampered.
The reader is requested to note a seeming contradiction in the two views which have been given of Graham Bretton — the public and private — the out-door and the in-door view. In the first, the public, he is shown oblivious42 of self; as modest in the display of his energies, as earnest in their exercise. In the second, the fireside picture, there is expressed consciousness of what he has and what he is; pleasure in homage43, some recklessness in exciting, some vanity in receiving the same. Both portraits are correct.
It was hardly possible to oblige Dr. John quietly and in secret. When you thought that the fabrication of some trifle dedicated44 to his use had been achieved unnoticed, and that, like other men, he would use it when placed ready for his use, and never ask whence it came, he amazed you by a smilingly-uttered observation or two, proving that his eye had been on the work from commencement to close: that he had noted45 the design, traced its progress, and marked its completion. It pleased him to be thus served, and he let his pleasure beam in his eye and play about his mouth.
This would have been all very well, if he had not added to such kindly46 and unobtrusive evidence a certain wilfulness47 in discharging what he called debts. When his mother worked for him, he paid her by showering about her his bright animal spirits, with even more affluence48 than his gay, taunting49, teasing, loving wont50. If Lucy Snowe were discovered to have put her hand to such work, he planned, in recompence, some pleasant recreation.
I often felt amazed at his perfect knowledge of Villette; a knowledge not merely confined to its open streets, but penetrating51 to all its galleries, salles, and cabinets: of every door which shut in an object worth seeing, of every museum, of every hall, sacred to art or science, he seemed to possess the “Open! Sesame.” I never had a head for science, but an ignorant, blind, fond instinct inclined me to art. I liked to visit the picture-galleries, and I dearly liked to be left there alone. In company, a wretched idiosyncracy forbade me to see much or to feel anything. In unfamiliar52 company, where it was necessary to maintain a flow of talk on the subjects in presence, half an hour would knock me up, with a combined pressure of physical lassitude and entire mental incapacity. I never yet saw the well-reared child, much less the educated adult, who could not put me to shame, by the sustained intelligence of its demeanour under the ordeal53 of a conversable, sociable54 visitation of pictures, historical sights or buildings, or any lions of public interest. Dr. Bretton was a cicerone after my own heart; he would take me betimes, ere the galleries were filled, leave me there for two or three hours, and call for me when his own engagements were discharged. Meantime, I was happy; happy, not always in admiring, but in examining, questioning, and forming conclusions. In the commencement of these visits, there was some misunderstanding and consequent struggle between Will and Power. The former faculty56 exacted approbation57 of that which it was considered orthodox to admire; the latter groaned58 forth59 its utter inability to pay the tax; it was then self-sneered at, spurred up, goaded60 on to refine its taste, and whet61 its zest62. The more it was chidden, however, the more it wouldn’t praise. Discovering gradually that a wonderful sense of fatigue63 resulted from these conscientious64 efforts, I began to reflect whether I might not dispense6 with that great labour, and concluded eventually that I might, and so sank supine into a luxury of calm before ninety-nine out of a hundred of the exhibited frames.
It seemed to me that an original and good picture was just as scarce as an original and good book; nor did I, in the end, tremble to say to myself, standing55 before certain chef-d’oeuvres bearing great names, “These are not a whit65 like nature. Nature’s daylight never had that colour: never was made so turbid66, either by storm or cloud, as it is laid out there, under a sky of indigo67: and that indigo is not ether; and those dark weeds plastered upon it are not trees.” Several very well executed and complacent-looking fat women struck me as by no means the goddesses they appeared to consider themselves. Many scores of marvellously-finished little Flemish pictures, and also of sketches68, excellent for fashion-books displaying varied69 costumes in the handsomest materials, gave evidence of laudable industry whimsically applied70. And yet there were fragments of truth here and there which satisfied the conscience, and gleams of light that cheered the vision. Nature’s power here broke through in a mountain snow-storm; and there her glory in a sunny southern day. An expression in this portrait proved clear insight into character; a face in that historical painting, by its vivid filial likeness71, startlingly reminded you that genius gave it birth. These exceptions I loved: they grew dear as friends.
One day, at a quiet early hour, I found myself nearly alone in a certain gallery, wherein one particular picture of portentous72 size, set up in the best light, having a cordon73 of protection stretched before it, and a cushioned bench duly set in front for the accommodation of worshipping connoisseurs74, who, having gazed themselves off their feet, might be fain to complete the business sitting: this picture, I say, seemed to consider itself the queen of the collection.
It represented a woman, considerably76 larger, I thought, than the life. I calculated that this lady, put into a scale of magnitude, suitable for the reception of a commodity of bulk, would infallibly turn from fourteen to sixteen stone. She was, indeed, extremely well fed: very much butcher’s meat — to say nothing of bread, vegetables, and liquids — must she have consumed to attain77 that breadth and height, that wealth of muscle, that affluence of flesh. She lay half-reclined on a couch: why, it would be difficult to say; broad daylight blazed round her; she appeared in hearty78 health, strong enough to do the work of two plain cooks; she could not plead a weak spine79; she ought to have been standing, or at least sitting bolt upright. She, had no business to lounge away the noon on a sofa. She ought likewise to have worn decent garments; a gown covering her properly, which was not the case: out of abundance of material — seven-and-twenty yards, I should say, of drapery — she managed to make inefficient80 raiment. Then, for the wretched untidiness surrounding her, there could be no excuse. Pots and pans — perhaps I ought to say vases and goblets81 — were rolled here and there on the foreground; a perfect rubbish of flowers was mixed amongst them, and an absurd and disorderly mass of curtain upholstery smothered82 the couch and cumbered the floor. On referring to the catalogue, I found that this notable production bore the name “Cleopatra.”
Well, I was sitting wondering at it (as the bench was there, I thought I might as well take advantage of its accommodation), and thinking that while some of the details — as roses, gold cups, jewels, &c., were very prettily83 painted, it was on the whole an enormous piece of claptrap; the room, almost vacant when I entered, began to fill. Scarcely noticing this circumstance (as, indeed, it did not matter to me) I retained my seat; rather to rest myself than with a view to studying this huge, dark-complexioned gipsy-queen; of whom, indeed, I soon tired, and betook myself for refreshment84 to the contemplation of some exquisite85 little pictures of still life: wild-flowers, wild-fruit, mossy woodnests, casketing eggs that looked like pearls seen through clear green sea-water; all hung modestly beneath that coarse and preposterous86 canvas.
Suddenly a light tap visited my shoulder. Starting, turning, I met a face bent87 to encounter mine; a frowning, almost a shocked face it was.
“Que faites-vous ici?” said a voice.
“Mais, Monsieur, je m’amuse.”
“Vous vous amusez! et à quoi, s’il vous plait? Mais d’abord, faites-moi le plaisir de vous lever; prenez mon bras, et allons de l’autre c?té.”
I did precisely88 as I was bid. M. Paul Emanuel (it was he) returned from Rome, and now a travelled man, was not likely to be less tolerant of insubordination now, than before this added distinction laurelled his temples.
“Permit me to conduct you to your party,” said he, as we crossed the room.
“I have no party.”
“You are not alone?”
“Yes, Monsieur.”
“Did you come here unaccompanied?”
“No, Monsieur. Dr. Bretton brought me here.”
“Dr. Bretton and Madame his mother, of course?”
“No; only Dr. Bretton.”
“And he told you to look at that picture?”
“By no means; I found it out for myself.”
M. Paul’s hair was shorn close as raven39 down, or I think it would have bristled89 on his head. Beginning now to perceive his drift, I had a certain pleasure in keeping cool, and working him up.
“Astounding insular90 audacity91!” cried the Professor. “Singulières femmes que ces Anglaises!”
“What is the matter, Monsieur?”
“Matter! How dare you, a young person, sit coolly down, with the self-possession of a gar?on, and look at that picture?”
“It is a very ugly picture, but I cannot at all see why I should not look at it”
“Bon! bon! Speak no more of it. But you ought not to be here alone.”
‘If, however, I have no society — no party, as you say? And then, what does it signify whether I am alone, or accompanied? nobody meddles92 with me.”
“Taisez-vous, et asseyez-vous là— là!”— setting down a chair with emphasis in a particularly dull corner, before a series of most specially93 dreary94 “cadres.”
“Mais, Monsieur?”
“Mais, Mademoiselle, asseyez-vous, et ne bougez pas — entendez-vous? — jusqu’à ce qu’on vienne vous chercher, ou que je vous donne la permission.”
“Quel triste coin!” cried I, “et quelles laids tableaux95!”
And “laids,” indeed, they were; being a set of four, denominated in the catalogue “La vie d’une femme.” They were painted rather in a remarkable96 style — flat, dead, pale, and formal. The first represented a “Jeune Fille,” coming out of a church-door, a missal in her hand, her dress very prim97, her eyes cast down, her mouth pursed up — the image of a most villanous little precocious98 she-hypocrite. The second, a “Mariée,” with a long white veil, kneeling at a prie-dieu in her chamber99, holding her hands plastered together, finger to finger, and showing the whites of her eyes in a most exasperating100 manner. The third, a “Jeune Mère,” hanging disconsolate101 over a clayey and puffy baby with a face like an unwholesome full moon. The fourth, a “Veuve,” being a black woman, holding by the hand a black little girl, and the twain studiously surveying an elegant French monument, set up in a corner of some Père la Chaise. All these four “Anges” were grim and grey as burglars, and cold and vapid102 as ghosts. What women to live with! insincere, ill-humoured, bloodless, brainless nonentities103! As bad in their way as the indolent gipsy-giantess, the Cleopatra, in hers.
It was impossible to keep one’s attention long confined to these master-pieces, and so, by degrees, I veered104 round, and surveyed the gallery.
A perfect crowd of spectators was by this time gathered round the Lioness, from whose vicinage I had been banished105; nearly half this crowd were ladies, but M. Paul afterwards told me, these were “des dames,” and it was quite proper for them to contemplate106 what no “demoiselle” ought to glance at. I assured him plainly I could not agree in this doctrine107, and did not see the sense of it; whereupon, with his usual absolutism, he merely requested my silence, and also, in the same breath, denounced my mingled108 rashness and ignorance. A more despotic little man than M. Paul never filled a professor’s chair. I noticed, by the way, that he looked at the picture himself quite at his ease, and for a very long while: he did not, however, neglect to glance from time to time my way, in order, I suppose, to make sure that I was obeying orders, and not breaking bounds. By-and-by, he again accosted109 me.
“Had I not been ill?” he wished to know: “he understood I had.”
“Yes, but I was now quite well.”
“Where had I spent the vacation?”
“Chiefly in the Rue Fossette; partly with Madame Bretton.”
“He had heard that I was left alone in the Rue Fossette; was that so?”
“Not quite alone: Marie Broc” (the crétin) “was with me.”
He shrugged110 his shoulders; varied and contradictory111 expressions played rapidly over his countenance112. Marie Broc was well known to M. Paul; he never gave a lesson in the third division (containing the least advanced pupils), that she did not occasion in him a sharp conflict between antagonistic113 impressions. Her personal appearance, her repulsive114 manners, her often unmanageable disposition, irritated his temper, and inspired him with strong antipathy115; a feeling he was too apt to conceive when his taste was offended or his will thwarted116. On the other hand, her misfortunes, constituted a strong claim on his forbearance and compassion117 — such a claim as it was not in his nature to deny; hence resulted almost daily drawn118 battles between impatience119 and disgust on the one hand, pity and a sense of justice on the other; in which, to his credit be it said, it was very seldom that the former feelings prevailed: when they did, however, M. Paul showed a phase of character which had its terrors. His passions were strong, his aversions and attachments120 alike vivid; the force he exerted in holding both in check by no means mitigated121 an observer’s sense of their vehemence122. With such tendencies, it may well be supposed he often excited in ordinary minds fear and dislike; yet it was an error to fear him: nothing drove him so nearly frantic123 as the tremor124 of an apprehensive125 and distrustful spirit; nothing soothed126 him like confidence tempered with gentleness. To evince these sentiments, however, required a thorough comprehension of his nature; and his nature was of an order rarely comprehended.
“How did you get on with Marie Broc?” he asked, after some minutes’ silence.
“Monsieur, I did my best; but it was terrible to be alone with her!”
“You have, then, a weak heart! You lack courage; and, perhaps, charity. Yours are not the qualities which might constitute a Sister of Mercy.”
[He was a religious little man, in his way: the self-denying and self-sacrificing part of the Catholic religion commanded the homage of his soul.]
“I don’t know, indeed: I took as good care of her as I could; but when her aunt came to fetch her away, it was a great relief.”
“Ah! you are an egotist. There are women who have nursed hospitals-full of similar unfortunates. You could not do that?”
“Could Monsieur do it himself?”
“Women who are worthy26 the name ought infinitely127 to surpass; our coarse, fallible, self-indulgent sex, in the power to perform such duties.”
“I washed her, I kept her clean, I fed her, I tried to amuse her; but she made mouths at me instead of speaking.”
“You think you did great things?”
“No; but as great as I could do.”
“Then limited are your powers, for in tending one idiot you fell sick.”
“Not with that, Monsieur; I had a nervous fever: my mind was ill.”
“Vraiment! Vous valez peu de chose. You are not cast in an heroic mould; your courage will not avail to sustain you in solitude128; it merely gives you the temerity129 to gaze with sang-froid at pictures of Cleopatra.”
It would have been easy to show anger at the teasing, hostile tone of the little man. I had never been angry with him yet, however, and had no present disposition to begin.
“Cleopatra!” I repeated, quietly. “Monsieur, too, has been looking at Cleopatra; what does he think of her?”
“Cela ne vaut rien,” he responded. “Une femme superbe — une taille d’impératrice, des formes de Junon, mais une personne dont je ne voudrais ni pour femme, ni pour fille, ni pour soeur. Aussi vous ne jeterez plus un seul coup130 d’oeil de sa c?té.”
“But I have looked at her a great many times while Monsieur has been talking: I can see her quite well from this corner.”
“Turn to the wall and study your four pictures of a woman’s life.”
“Excuse me, M. Paul; they are too hideous131: but if you admire them, allow me to vacate my seat and leave you to their contemplation.”
“Mademoiselle,” he said, grimacing132 a half-smile, or what he intended for a smile, though it was but a grim and hurried manifestation133. “You nurslings of Protestantism astonish me. You unguarded Englishwomen walk calmly amidst red-hot ploughshares and escape burning. I believe, if some of you were thrown into Nebuchadnezzar’s hottest furnace you would issue forth untraversed by the smell of fire.”
“Will Monsieur have the goodness to move an inch to one side?”
“How! At what are you gazing now? You are not recognising an acquaintance amongst that group of jeunes gens?”
“I think so — Yes, I see there a person I know.”
In fact, I had caught a glimpse of a head too pretty to belong to any other than the redoubted Colonel de Hamal. What a very finished, highly polished little pate134 it was! What a figure, so trim and natty135! What womanish feet and hands! How daintily he held a glass to one of his optics! with what admiration136 he gazed upon the Cleopatra! and then, how engagingly he tittered and whispered a friend at his elbow! Oh, the man of sense! Oh, the refined gentleman of superior taste and tact137! I observed him for about ten minutes, and perceived that he was exceedingly taken with this dusk and portly Venus of the Nile. So much was I interested in his bearing, so absorbed in divining his character by his looks and movements, I temporarily forgot M. Paul; in the interim138 a group came between that gentleman and me; or possibly his scruples139 might have received another and worse shock from my present abstraction, causing him to withdraw voluntarily: at any rate, when I again looked round, he was gone.
My eye, pursuant of the search, met not him, but another and dissimilar figure, well seen amidst the crowd, for the height as well as the port lent each its distinction. This way came Dr. John, in visage, in shape, in hue140, as unlike the dark, acerb, and caustic141 little professor, as the fruit of the Hesperides might be unlike the sloe in the wild thicket142; as the high-couraged but tractable143 Arabian is unlike the rude and stubborn “sheltie.” He was looking for me, but had not yet explored the corner where the schoolmaster had just put me. I remained quiet; yet another minute I would watch.
He approached de Hamal; he paused near him; I thought he had a pleasure in looking over his head; Dr. Bretton, too, gazed on the Cleopatra. I doubt if it were to his taste: he did not simper like the little Count; his mouth looked fastidious, his eye cool; without demonstration144 he stepped aside, leaving room for others to approach. I saw now that he was waiting, and, rising, I joined him.
We took one turn round the gallery; with Graham it was very pleasant to take such a turn. I always liked dearly to hear what he had to say about either pictures or books; because without pretending to be a connoisseur75, he always spoke145 his thought, and that was sure to be fresh: very often it was also just and pithy146. It was pleasant also to tell him some things he did not know — he listened so kindly, so teachably; unformalized by scruples lest so to bend his bright handsome head, to gather a woman’s rather obscure and stammering147 explanation, should imperil the dignity of his manhood. And when he communicated information in return, it was with a lucid148 intelligence that left all his words clear graven on the memory; no explanation of his giving, no fact of his narrating149, did I ever forget.
As we left the gallery, I asked him what he thought of the Cleopatra (after making him laugh by telling him how Professor Emanuel had sent me to the right about, and taking him to see the sweet series of pictures recommended to my attention.)
“Pooh!” said he. “My mother is a better-looking woman. I heard some French fops, yonder, designating her as ‘le type du voluptueux;’ if so, I can only say, ‘le voluptueux’ is little to my liking150. Compare that mulatto with Ginevra!”
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