'I can't tell what madame's after,' said the cook to Olympe: 'but I fancy we're going away for some days.'
Marthe left the keys in the cupboard doors; she was in a hurry to be off. Olympe, who went with her to the front door, vainly tried to ascertain3 where she was going and how long she would be away.
'Well, make yourself quite easy,' she said to her in her pleasant way, as they parted; 'I will look after everything, you will find things all right when you come back. Don't hurry yourself, take the time to do all you want. If you go to Marseilles, bring us back some fresh shell-fish.'
Before Marthe had turned the corner of the Rue4 Taravelle, Olympe had taken possession of the whole house. When Trouche came home he found his wife banging the doors and examining the contents of the drawers and closets, as she hummed and sang and rushed about the rooms.
'She's gone off and taken that beast of a cook with her,' she cried to him as she lolled into an easy-chair. 'What luck it would be if they should both get upset into a ditch and stop there! Well, we must enjoy ourselves for as long as we have the chance. It's very nice being alone, isn't it, Honoré? Come and give me a kiss! We are quite by ourselves now, and we can do just as we like.'
Marthe and Rose reached the Cours Sauvaire only just in[Pg 293] time to catch the Toulon coach. The coupé was disengaged. When the cook heard her mistress tell the conductor to set them down at Les Tulettes, she took her place with an expression of vexation, and before the coach had got out of the town she had begun grumbling5 in her cross-grained fashion.
'Well, I did think that you were at last going to behave sensibly! I felt sure that we were going to Marseilles to see Monsieur Octave. We could have brought back a lobster6 and some oysters7. Ah! I shouldn't have hurried myself so if I had known. But it's just like you. You are always hunting after troubles, and always doing things that upset you.'
Marthe was lying back in her corner in a semi-conscious condition. Now that she was no longer stiffening8 herself against the pains which oppressed her heart, a death-like faintness was creeping over her. But the cook did not even look towards her.
'Did anyone ever hear of such an absurd idea as going to see the master?' she continued. 'A cheerful sort of sight it will be for us. We sha'n't be able to sleep for a week after it. You may be as frightened as you like at nights, now; you won't get me to come and look under the furniture for you. It isn't as though your going to see him could do the master any good. He's just as likely to fly at your face as not! I hope to goodness that they won't let you see him. It's against the rules, I know. I ought not to have got into the coach when I heard you mention Les Tulettes, for I don't think you would have ventured to go on such a foolish errand all by yourself.'
A deep sigh from Marthe checked her flow of words. She turned round to her mistress, saw her pale and suffocating9, and grew still angrier than before as she opened the window to let in some fresh air.
'There now, you'll have to come and lie in my arms! Don't you think you'd have been ever so much better in bed, taking care of yourself? To think that you have had the good fortune to be surrounded by pious10, holy people without being the least bit grateful to God Almighty11 for it! You know it's only the truth I'm saying. His reverence12 the Curé and his mother and sister, and even Monsieur Trouche himself, are all attention towards you. They would throw themselves into the fire for you; they are ready to do anything at any hour of the day or night. I saw Madame Olympe crying—yes,[Pg 294] crying—the last time you were ill. And what sort of gratitude13 do you show them for all their kindness and attention? Why, you do all you can to distress14 them, and set off on the sly to see the master, although you know quite well that you will grieve them dreadfully by doing so, for it's impossible that they should be fond of the master, who treated you so cruelly. I'll tell you what, madame—marriage has done you no good; you've got infected with all the master's bad nature. There are times when you are every bit as bad as he is.'
All the way to Les Tulettes she continued in this strain, eulogising the Faujases and the Trouches, and accusing her mistress of every kind of wrong-doing. And she concluded by saying:
'Ah, they are the sort of people who would make excellent masters if they could only afford to keep servants. But fortune merely comes in the way of bad-hearted folks!'
Marthe, who was now calmer, made no reply. She gazed out of the window, watching the scraggy trees and the wide-stretching fields which spread out like great lengths of brown cloth. Rose's growlings were lost amidst the noisy jolting17 of the coach.
When they reached Les Tulettes, Marthe hastened towards the house of her uncle Macquart, followed by the cook, who had now subsided18 into silence, contenting herself by shrugging her shoulders and biting her lips.
'Hallo! is that you?' cried the uncle in great surprise. 'I thought you were in your bed. I heard that you were very ill. Well, my little dear, you really don't look very strong. Have you come to ask me for some dinner?'
'I should like to see Fran?ois, uncle,' said Marthe.
'Fran?ois?' repeated Macquart, looking her in the face. 'You would like to see Fran?ois? It is a very kind thought of yours. The poor fellow has been crying for you a great deal. I have seen him from the end of my garden knocking his fist against the walls while he called for you to come to him. And so it is to see him that you have come, eh? I really thought that you had forgotten all about him over yonder.'
Big tears welled into Marthe's eyes.
'It will not be very easy to see him to-day,' Macquart continued. 'It is getting on for four o'clock, and I'm not at all sure that the manager will give you leave. Mouret hasn't[Pg 295] been very quiet lately. He smashes everything that he can lay his hands on, and talks about burning the place down. Those madmen are not in a pleasant humour every day.'
Marthe trembled as she listened to her uncle; she was going to question him, but instead of doing so she merely stretched out her hands supplicatingly.
'I beseech19 you to help me,' said she. 'I have come on purpose. It is absolutely necessary that I should speak to Fran?ois to-day, at once. You have friends in the asylum20, and you can obtain me admission.'
'No doubt, no doubt,' he replied, without committing himself further.
He appeared to be in a state of great perplexity, unable to divine the real cause of Marthe's sudden journey, and revolving21 the matter in his own mind from a point of view known only to himself. He glanced inquisitively22 at the cook, who turned her back upon him. At last a slight smile began to play about his lips.
'Well,' he said, 'since you wish it, I will see what I can do for you. Only, remember, that if your mother is displeased23 about it, you must tell her that I was not able to dissuade24 you. I am afraid that you may do yourself harm; it isn't a pleasant place to visit.'
Rose absolutely declined to accompany them to the asylum. She had seated herself in front of a fire of vine-stocks, which was blazing on the great hearth25.
'I don't want to have my eyes torn out,' she said snappishly. 'The master isn't over fond of me. I would rather stop here and warm myself.'
'It would be very good of you if you were to get us some mulled wine ready,' Macquart whispered in her ear. 'The wine and sugar are in the cupboard yonder. We shall want it when we come back.'
Macquart did not take his niece to the principal gate of the asylum. He went round to the left and inquired at a little door for warder Alexandre, with whom, on his appearance, he exchanged a few words in a low voice. Then they all three silently entered the seemingly interminable corridors. The warder walked in front.
'I will wait for you here,' said Macquart, coming to a halt in a little courtyard. 'Alexandre will remain with you.'
'I would rather be left alone,' said Marthe.
'Madame would very quickly have enough of it, if she[Pg 296] were,' Alexandre replied, with a tranquil26 smile. 'I'm running a good deal of risk as it is.'
He took Marthe through another court, and stopped in front of a little door. As he softly turned the key, he said in a low voice:
'Don't be afraid. He has been quieter to-day, and they have been able to take the strait-waistcoat off. If he shows any violence you must step out backwards27, and leave me alone with him.'
Marthe trembled as she passed through the narrow doorway28. At first she could only see something lying in a heap against the wall in one of the corners. The daylight was waning29, and the cell was merely lighted by a pale glimmer30 which fell from a grated window.
'Well, my fine fellow!' Alexandre exclaimed familiarly, as he stepped up to Mouret and tapped him on the shoulder; 'I am bringing you a visitor. I hope you will behave properly.'
Then he returned and leant against the door, keeping his eyes fixed upon the madman. Mouret slowly rose to his feet. He did not show the slightest sign of surprise.
'Is it you, my dear?' he said in his quiet voice. 'I was expecting you; I was getting uneasy about the children.'
Marthe's knees trembled under her, and she looked at him anxiously, rendered quite speechless by his affectionate reception. He did not appear changed at all. If anything, he looked better than he had done before. He was sleek31 and plump, and cleanly shaved. His eyes, too, were bright; all his former little mannerisms had reappeared, and he rubbed his hands and winked32, and stalked about with his old bantering34 air.
'I am very well indeed, my dear. We can go back home together. You have come for me, haven't you? I hope the garden has been well looked after. The slugs were dreadfully fond of the lettuces35, and the beds were quite eaten up with them, but I know a way of destroying them. I have some splendid ideas in my head that I'll tell you of. We are very comfortably off, and we can afford to pay for our fancies. By the way, have you seen old Gautier of Saint-Eutrope while I've been absent? I bought thirty hogsheads of common wine from him for blending. I must go and see him to-morrow. You never recollect36 anything.'
He spoke37 in a jesting way, and shook his finger at her playfully.
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'I'll be bound that I shall find everything in dreadful disorder,' he continued. 'You never look after anything. The tools will be all lying about, the cupboard doors will be open, and Rose will be dirtying the rooms with her broom. Why hasn't Rose come with you? Ah, what a strange creature she is! Do you know, she actually wanted to turn me out of the house one day? Really, she seems to think that the whole place belongs to her. She goes on in the most amusing way possible. But you don't tell me anything about the children. Désirée is still with her nurse, I suppose. We will go and kiss her and see if she is tired of staying there. And I want to go to Marseilles as well, for I am a little uneasy about Octave. The last time I was there I found him leading a wild life. As for Serge, I have no anxiety about him; he is almost too quiet and steady. He will sanctify the whole family. Ah! I quite enjoy talking about the house and the children.'
He rattled38 along at great length, inquiring about every tree in his garden, going into the minutest details of the household arrangements, and showing an extraordinary memory of a host of insignificant39 matters. Marthe was deeply touched by the gentle affection which he manifested for her. She thought she could detect a loving delicacy40 in the care which he took to say nothing that savoured of reproach, to make no allusion41, however slight, to all that had passed. She felt, indeed, that she was forgiven, and she vowed42 that she would atone43 for her crime by becoming the submissive servant of this man who was so sublime44 in his good nature. Big silent tears rolled down her cheeks, and her knees bent45 under her in her gratitude.
'Take care!' the warder whispered in her ear. 'I don't like the look of his eyes.'
'But he isn't mad!' she stammered46; 'I swear to you that he isn't mad! I must speak to the manager. I want to take him away with me at once.'
'Take care!' the warder repeated sharply, pulling her by her arm.
Mouret had suddenly stopped short in the midst of his chatter47, and was now crouching48 upon the floor. Then, all at once, he began to crawl along beside the wall, on his hands and knees.
'Wow! wow!' he barked in hoarse49, prolonged notes.
He gave a spring into the air and fell upon his side.[Pg 298] Then a dreadful scene ensued. He began to writhe50 like a worm, beat his face with his fist, and tore his flesh with his nails. In a short time he was half naked, his clothes in rags, and himself bruised51 and lacerated and groaning52.
'Come away, madame, come away!' cried the warder.
Marthe stood rooted to the floor. She recognised in the scene before her her own writhings at home. It was in that way that she had thrown herself upon the floor of her bedroom; it was in that way that she had beaten and torn herself. She even recognised the very tones of her voice. Mouret vented54 the same rattling55 groan53. It was she who had brought the poor man into this miserable56 state.
'He is not mad!' she stammered; 'he cannot be mad, it would be too horrible! I would rather die!'
The warder put his arm round her and pushed her out of the cell, but she remained leaning against the door on the other side. She could hear a terrible struggle going on within, screams like those of a pig being slaughtered57; then a dull fall like that of a bundle of damp linen58, and afterwards death-like silence. When the warder came out of the cell, the night had nearly fallen. Through the partially59 open doorway, Marthe could see nothing.
'Well, upon my word, madame,' cried the warder, 'you are a very queer person to say that he is not mad. I nearly left my thumb behind me; he got firmly hold of it between his teeth. However, he's quieted now for a few hours.'
And as he took her back to her uncle, he continued:
'You've no idea how cunning they all are. They are as quiet as can be for hours together, and talk to you in quite a sensible manner; and then, without the least warning, they fly at your throat. I could see very well that he was up to some mischief60 or other just now when he was talking to you about the children, for there was such a strange look in his eyes.'
When Marthe got back to Macquart, in the small courtyard, she exclaimed feverishly61 in a weak, broken voice:
'He is mad! he is mad!'
'There's no doubt he's mad,' said her uncle with a snigger. 'Why, what did you expect to find? People are not brought here for nothing. And the place isn't healthy either. If I were to be shut up there for a couple of hours, I should go mad myself.'
He was watching her askance, and he noted63 her nervous[Pg 299] start and shudder64. Then, in his good-natured way, he said:
'Perhaps you would like to go and see the grandmother?'
Marthe made a gesture of terror, and hid her face in her hands.
'It would be no trouble to anyone,' he said. 'Alexandre would be glad to take us. She is over yonder, on that side, and there is nothing to be afraid of with her. She is perfectly65 quiet. She never gives any trouble, does she, Alexandre? She always remains66 seated and gazing in front of her. She hasn't moved for the last dozen years. However, if you'd rather not see her, we won't go.'[7]
As the warder was taking his leave of them, Macquart invited him to come and drink a glass of mulled wine, winking67 the while in a certain fashion which seemed to induce Alexandre to accept the invitation. They were obliged to support Marthe, whose legs sank beneath her at each step. When they reached the house, they were actually carrying her. Her face was convulsed, her eyes were staring widely, and her whole body was rigidly68 stiffened69 by one of those nervous seizures70 which kept her like a dead woman for hours at a time.
'There! what did I tell you?' cried Rose, when she saw them. 'A nice state she's in! How are we to get home, I should like to know? Good heavens! how can people take such absurd fancies into their heads? The master ought to have given her neck a twist, and it would have taught her a lesson, perhaps.'
'Pooh!' said Macquart; 'I'll lay her down on my bed. It won't kill us if we have to sit up round the fire all night.'
He drew aside a calico curtain which hung in front of a recess71. Rose proceeded to undress her mistress, growling16 as she did so. The only thing they could do, she said, was to put a hot brick at her feet.
'Now that she's all snug72, we'll have a drop to drink,' resumed Macquart, with his wolfish snigger. 'That wine of yours smells awfully73 nice, old lady!'
'I found a lemon on the mantelpiece,' Rose said, 'and I used it.'
'You did quite right. There is everything here that is[Pg 300] wanted. When I make a brew74, there's nothing missing that ought to be in the place, I assure you.'
He pulled the table in front of the fire, and then he sat down between Rose and Alexandre, and poured the hot wine into some big yellow cups. When he had swallowed a couple of mouthfuls with great gusto, he smacked75 his lips and cried:
'Ah! that's first-rate. You understand how to make it. It's really better than what I make myself. You must leave me your recipe.'
Rose, greatly mollified by these compliments, began to laugh. The vine-wood fire was now a great mass of glowing embers. The cups were filled again.
'And so,' said Macquart, leaning on his elbows and looking Rose in the face, 'it was a sudden whim76 of my niece to come here?'
'Oh, don't talk about it,' replied the cook; 'it will make me angry again. Madame is getting as mad as the master. She can no longer tell who are her friends and who are not. I believe she had a quarrel with his reverence the Curé before she set off; I heard them shouting.'
Macquart laughed noisily.
'They used, however, to get on very well together,' said he.
'Yes, indeed; but nothing lasts long with such a brain as madame has got. I'll be bound that she's now regretting the thrashings the master used to give her at nights. We found his stick in the garden.'
Macquart looked at her more keenly, and, as he drank his hot wine, he said:
'Perhaps she came to take Fran?ois back with her.'
'Oh, Heaven forbid!' cried Rose, with an expression of horror. 'The master would go on finely in the house; he would kill us all. The idea of his return is one of my greatest dreads77; I'm in a constant worry lest he should make his escape and get back some night and murder us all. When I think about it when I'm in bed, I can't go to sleep. I fancy I can see him stealing in through the window with his hair bristling78 and his eyes flaming like matches.'
This made Macquart very merry, and he rapped his cup on the table.
'It would be very unpleasant,' he said, 'very unpleasant. I don't suppose he feels very kindly79 towards you, least of all[Pg 301] towards the Curé who has stepped into his place. The Curé would only make a mouthful for him, big as he is, for madmen, they say, are awfully strong. I say, Alexandre, just imagine poor Fran?ois suddenly making his appearance at home! He would make a pretty clean sweep there, wouldn't he? It would be a fine sight, eh?'
He cast glances at the warder, who went on quietly drinking his mulled wine and made no reply beyond nodding his head assentingly.
'Oh! it's only a fancy; it's all nonsense,' added Macquart, as he observed Rose's terrified looks.
Just at that moment, Marthe began to struggle violently behind the calico curtain; and she had to be held for some minutes in order that she might not fall upon the floor. When she was again stretched out in corpse-like rigidity80, her uncle came and warmed his legs before the fire, reflecting and murmuring as if without paying heed81 to what he said:
'The little woman isn't very easy to manage, indeed.' Then he suddenly exclaimed:
'The Rougons, now, what do they say about all this business? They take the Curé's side, don't they?'
'The master didn't make himself pleasant enough for them to regret him,' replied Rose. 'There was nothing too bad for him to say against them.'
'Well, he wasn't far wrong there,' said Macquart. 'The Rougons are wretched skinflints. Just think that they refused to buy that cornfield over yonder, a magnificent speculation82 which I undertook to manage. Félicité would pull a queer face if she saw Fran?ois come back!'
He began to snigger again, and took a turn round the table. Then, with an expression of determination, he lighted his pipe.
'We mustn't forget the time, my boy,' he said to Alexandre, with another wink33. 'I will go back with you; Marthe seems quiet now. Rose will get the table laid by the time I return. You must be hungry, Rose, eh? As you are obliged to stay the night here, you shall have a mouthful with me.'
He went off with the warder, and fully15 half an hour elapsed. Rose, who began to tire of being alone, at last opened the door and went out to the terrace, where she stood watching the deserted83 road in the clear night air. As she[Pg 302] was going back into the house, she fancied she could see two dark shadows in the middle of a path behind a hedge.
'It looks just like the uncle,' thought she; 'he seems to be talking to a priest.'
A few minutes later Macquart returned. That blessed Alexandre, said he, had been chattering84 to him interminably.
'Wasn't it you who were over there just now with a priest?' asked Rose.
'I, with a priest!' he cried. 'Why, you must have been dreaming; there isn't a priest in the neighbourhood.'
He rolled his little glistening85 eyes. Then, as if rather uneasy about the lie he had told, he added:
'Well, there is Abbé Fenil, but it's just the same as if he wasn't here, for he never goes out.'
'Abbé Fenil isn't up to much,' remarked the cook.
This seemed to annoy Macquart.
'Why do you say that? Not up to much, eh? He does a great deal of good here, and he's a very worthy86 sort of fellow. He's worth a whole heap of priests who make a lot of fuss.'
His irritation87, however, promptly88 disappeared, and he began to laugh upon observing that Rose was looking at him in surprise.
'I was only joking, you know,' he said. 'You are quite right; he's like all the other priests, they are all a set of hypocrites. I know now who it was that you saw me with. I met our grocer's wife. She was wearing a black dress, and you must have mistaken that for a cassock.'
Rose made an omelet, and Macquart placed some cheese upon the table. They had not finished eating when Marthe sat up in bed with the astonished look of a person awaking in a strange place. When she had brushed aside her hair and recollected89 where she was, she sprang to the floor and said she must be off at once. Macquart appeared very much vexed90 at her awaking.
'It's quite impossible,' said he, 'for you to go back to Plassans to-night. You are shivering with fever, and you would fall ill on the road. Rest here, and we will see about it to-morrow. To begin with, there is no conveyance91.'
'But you can drive me in your trap,' said Marthe.
'No, no; I can't.'
Marthe, who was dressing92 with feverish62 haste, thereupon declared that she would walk to Plassans rather than stay the[Pg 303] night at Les Tulettes. Her uncle seemed to be thinking. He had locked the door and slipped the key into his pocket. He entreated93 his niece, threatened her, and invented all kinds of stories to induce her to remain. But she paid no attention to what he said, and finished by putting on her bonnet94.
'You are very much mistaken if you imagine you can persuade her to give in,' exclaimed Rose, who was quietly finishing her cheese. 'She would get out through the window first. You had better put your horse to the trap.'
After a short interval95 of silence, Macquart, shrugging his shoulders, angrily exclaimed:
'Well, it makes no difference to me! Let her lay herself up if she likes! I was only thinking about her own good. Come along; what will happen will happen. I'll drive you over.'
Marthe had to be carried to the gig; she was trembling violently with fever. Her uncle threw an old cloak over her shoulders. Then he gave a cluck with his tongue and set off.
'It's no trouble to me,' he said, 'to go over to Plassans this evening; on the contrary, indeed, there's always some amusement to be had there.'
It was about ten o'clock. In the sky, heavy with rain clouds, there was a ruddy glimmer that cast a feeble light upon the road. All the way as they drove along Macquart kept bending forward and glancing at the ditches and the hedges. When Rose asked him what he was looking for, he replied that some wolves had come down from the ravines of La Seille. He had quite recovered his good humour. However, when they were between two and three miles from Plassans the rain began to fall. It poured down, cold and pelting96. Then Macquart began to swear, and Rose would have liked to beat her mistress, who was moaning underneath97 the cloak. When at last they reached Plassans the rain had ceased, and the sky was blue again.
'Are you going to the Rue Balande?' asked Macquart.
'Why, of course,' replied Rose in astonishment98.
Macquart thereupon began to explain that as Marthe seemed to him to be very ill, he had thought it might perhaps be better to take her to her mother's. After much hesitation99, however, he consented to stop his horse at the Mourets' house. Marthe had not even thought of bringing a latchkey with her. Rose, however, fortunately had her own in her pocket, but when she tried to open the door it would not move. The Trouches had shot the bolts inside. She rapped upon it[Pg 304] with her fist, but without rousing any other answer than a dull echo in the hall.
'It's of no use your giving yourself any further trouble,' said Macquart with a laugh. 'They won't disturb themselves to come down. Well, here you are shut out of your own home. Don't you think now that my first idea was a good one? We must take the poor child to the Rougons'. She will be better there than in her own room; I assure you she will.'
Félicité was overwhelmed with alarm when she saw her daughter arrive at such a late hour, drenched100 with rain and apparently101 half dead. She put her to bed on the second floor, set the house in great commotion102, and called up all the servants. When she grew a little calmer, as she sat by Marthe's bedside, she asked for an explanation.
'What has happened? How is it that you have brought her to me in such a state as this?'
Then Macquart, with a great show of kindness, told her about 'the dear child's' expedition. He defended himself, declared that he had done all that he could to dissuade her from going to see Fran?ois, and ended by calling upon Rose to confirm him, for he saw that Félicité was scanning him narrowly with her suspicious eyes. Madame Rougon, however, continued to shake her head.
'It is a very strange story!' she said; 'there is something more in it than I can understand.'
She knew Macquart, and she guessed that there must be some rascality103 in it all from the expression of delight which she could detect in his eyes.
'You are a strange person,' said he, pretending to get vexed in order to bring Madame Rougon's scrutiny104 to an end; 'you are always imagining something extraordinary. I can only tell you what I know. I love Marthe more than you do, and I have never done anything that wasn't for her good. Shall I go for the doctor? I will at once, if you like.'
Madame Rougon watched him closely. She even questioned Rose at great length, without succeeding, however, in learning anything further. After all, she seemed glad to have her daughter with her, and spoke with great bitterness of people who would leave you to die on your own doorstep without even taking the trouble to open the door. And meantime Marthe, with her head thrown back upon her pillow, was indeed dying.
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