a woman of thirty-第10部分

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l　in　spite　of　her　marriage；　the　slightest　glance　threw　her　into　confusion。　In　her　endeavor　not　to　blush；　she　was　always　laughing；　always　apparently　in　high　spirits；　she　would　never　admit　that　she　was　not　perfectly　well；　and　anticipated　questions　as　to　her　health　by　shame…stricken　subterfuges。

In　1817；　however；　an　event　took　place　which　did　much　to　alleviate　Julie's　hitherto　deplorable　existence。　A　daughter　was　born　to　her；　and　she　determined　to　nurse　her　child　herself。　For　two　years　motherhood；　its　all…absorbing　multiplicity　of　cares　and　anxious　joys；　made　life　less　hard　for　her。　She　and　her　husband　lived　necessarily　apart。　Her　physicians　predicted　improved　health；　but　the　Marquise　herself　put　no　faith　in　these　auguries　based　on　theory。　Perhaps；　like　many　a　one　for　whom　life　has　lost　its　sweetness；　she　looked　forward　to　death　as　a　happy　termination　of　the　drama。

But　with　the　beginning　of　the　year　1819　life　grew　harder　than　ever。　Even　while　she　congratulated　herself　upon　the　negative　happiness　which　she　had　contrived　to　win；　she　caught　a　terrifying　glimpse　of　yawning　depths　below　it。　She　had　passed　by　degrees　out　of　her　husband's　life。　Her　fine　tact　and　her　prudence　told　her　that　misfortune　must　come；　and　that　not　singly；　of　this　cooling　of　an　affection　already　lukewarm　and　wholly　selfish。　Sure　though　she　was　of　her　ascendency　over　Victor；　and　certain　as　she　felt　of　his　unalterable　esteem；　she　dreaded　the　influence　of　unbridled　passions　upon　a　head　so　empty；　so　full　of　rash　self…conceit。

Julie's　friends　often　found　her　absorbed　in　prolonged　musings；　the　less　clairvoyant　among　them　would　jestingly　ask　her　what　she　was　thinking　about；　as　if　a　young　wife　would　think　of　nothing　but　frivolity；　as　if　there　were　not　almost　always　a　depth　of　seriousness　in　a　mother's　thoughts。　Unhappiness；　like　great　happiness；　induces　dreaming。　Sometimes　as　Julie　played　with　her　little　Helene；　she　would　gaze　darkly　at　her；　giving　no　reply　to　the　childish　questions　in　which　a　mother　delights；　questioning　the　present　and　the　future　as　to　the　destiny　of　this　little　one。　Then　some　sudden　recollection　would　bring　back　the　scene　of　the　review　at　the　Tuileries　and　fill　her　eyes　with　tears。　Her　father's　prophetic　warnings　rang　in　her　ears；　and　conscience　reproached　her　that　she　had　not　recognized　its　wisdom。　Her　troubles　had　all　come　of　her　own　wayward　folly；　and　often　she　knew　not　which　among　so　many　were　the　hardest　to　bear。　The　sweet　treasures　of　her　soul　were　unheeded；　and　not　only　so；　she　could　never　succeed　in　making　her　husband　understand　her；　even　in　the　commonest　everyday　things。　Just　as　the　power　to　love　developed　and　grew　strong　and　active；　a　legitimate　channel　for　the　affections　of　her　nature　was　denied　her；　and　wedded　love　was　extinguished　in　grave　physical　and　mental　sufferings。　Add　to　this　that　she　now　felt　for　her　husband　that　pity　closely　bordering　upon　contempt；　which　withers　all　affection　at　last。　Even　if　she　had　not　learned　from　conversations　with　some　of　her　friends；　from　examples　in　life；　from　sundry　occurrences　in　the　great　world；　that　love　can　bring　ineffable　bliss；　her　own　wounds　would　have　taught　her　to　divine　the　pure　and　deep　happiness　which　binds　two　kindred　souls　each　to　each。

In　the　picture　which　her　memory　traced　of　the　past；　Arthur's　frank　face　stood　out　daily　nobler　and　purer；　it　was　but　a　flash；　for　upon　that　recollection　she　dared　not　dwell。　The　young　Englishman's　shy；　silent　love　for　her　was　the　one　event　since　her　marriage　which　had　left　a　lingering　sweetness　in　her　darkened　and　lonely　heart。　It　may　be　that　all　the　blighted　hopes；　all　the　frustrated　longings　which　gradually　clouded　Julie's　mind；　gathered；　by　a　not　unnatural　trick　of　imagination；　about　this　manwhose　manners；　sentiments；　and　character　seemed　to　have　so　much　in　common　with　her　own。　This　idea　still　presented　itself　to　her　mind　fitfully　and　vaguely；　like　a　dream；　yet　from　that　dream；　which　always　ended　in　a　sigh；　Julie　awoke　to　greater　wretchedness；　to　keener　consciousness　of　the　latent　anguish　brooding　beneath　her　imaginary　bliss。

Occasionally　her　self…pity　took　wilder　and　more　daring　flights。　She　determined　to　have　happiness　at　any　cost；　but　still　more　often　she　lay　a　helpless　victim　of　an　indescribable　numbing　stupor；　the　words　she　heard　had　no　meaning　to　her；　or　the　thoughts　which　arose　in　her　mind　were　so　vague　and　indistinct　that　she　could　not　find　language　to　express　them。　Balked　of　the　wishes　of　her　heart；　realities　jarred　harshly　upon　her　girlish　dreams　of　life；　but　she　was　obliged　to　devour　her　tears。　To　whom　could　she　make　complaint？　Of　whom　be　understood？　She　possessed；　moreover；　that　highest　degree　of　woman's　sensitive　pride；　the　exquisite　delicacy　of　feeling　which　silences　useless　complainings　and　declines　to　use　an　advantage　to　gain　a　triumph　which　can　only　humiliate　both　victor　and　vanquished。

Julie　tried　to　endow　M。　d'Aiglemont　with　her　own　abilities　and　virtues；　flattering　herself　that　thus　she　might　enjoy　the　happiness　lacking　in　her　lot。　All　her　woman's　ingenuity　and　tack　was　employed　in　making　the　best　of　the　situation；　pure　waste　of　pains　unsuspected　by　him；　whom　she　thus　strengthened　in　his　despotism。　There　were　moments　when　misery　became　an　intoxication；　expelling　all　ideas；　all　self…　control；　but；　fortunately；　sincere　piety　always　brought　her　back　to　one　supreme　hope；　she　found　a　refuge　in　the　belief　in　a　future　life；　a　wonderful　thought　which　enabled　her　to　take　up　her　painful　task　afresh。　No　elation　of　victory　followed　those　terrible　inward　battles　and　throes　of　anguish；　no　one　knew　of　those　long　hours　of　sadness；　her　haggard　glances　met　no　response　from　human　eyes；　and　during　the　brief　moments　snatched　by　chance　for　weeping；　her　bitter　tears　fell　unheeded　and　in　solitude。

One　evening　in　January　1820；　the　Marquise　became　aware　of　the　full　gravity　of　the　crisis；　gradually　brought　on　by　force　of　circumstances。　When　a　husband　and　wife　know　each　other　thoroughly；　and　their　relation　has　long　been　a　matter　of　use　and　wont；　when　the　wife　has　learned　to　interpret　every　slightest　sign；　when　her　quick　insight　discerns　thoughts　and　facts　which　her　husband　keeps　from　her；　a　chance　word；　or　a　remark　so　carelessly　let　fall　in　the　first　instance；　seems；　upon　subsequent　reflection；　like　the　swift　breaking　out　of　light。　A　wife　not　seldom　suddenly　awakes　upon　the　brink　of　a　precipice　or　in　the　depths　of　the　abyss；　and　thus　it　was　with　the　Marquise。　She　was　feeling　glad　to　have　been　left　to　herself　for　some　days；　when　the　real　reason　of　her　solitude　flashed　upon　her。　Her　husband；　whether　fickle　and　tired　of　her；　or　generous　and　full　of　pity　for　her；　was　hers　no　longer。

In　the　moment　of　that　discovery　she　forgot　herself；　her　sacrifices；　all　that　she　had　passed　through；　she　remembered　only　that　she　was　a　mother。　Looking　forward；　she　thought　of　her　daughter's　fortune；　of　the　future　welfare　of　the　one　creature　through　whom　some　gleams　of　happiness　came　to　her；　of　her　Helene；　the　only　possession　which　bound　her　to　life。

Then　Julie　wished　to　live　to　save　her　child　from　a　stepmother's　terrible　thraldom；　which　might　crush　her　darling's　life。　Upon　this　new　vision　of　threatened　possibilities　followed　one　of　those　paroxysms　of　thought　at　fever…heat　which　consume　whole　years　of　life。

Henceforward　husband　and　wife　were　doomed　to　be　separated　by　a　whole　world　of　thought；　and　all　the　weight　of　that　world　she　must　bear　alone。　Hitherto　she　had　felt　sure　that　Victor　loved　her；　in　so　far　as　he　could　be　said　to　love；　she　had　been　the　slave　of　pleasures　which　she　did　not　share；　to…day　the　satisfaction　of　knowing　that　she　purchased　his　contentment　with　her　tears　was　hers　no　longer。　She　was　alone　in　the　world；　nothing　was　left　to　her　now　but　a　choice　of　evils。　In　the　calm　stillness　of　the　night　her　despondency　drained　her　of　all　her　strength。　She　rose　from　her　sofa　beside　the　dying　fire；　and　stood　in　the　lamplight　gazing；　dry…eyed；　at　her　child；　when　M。　d'Aiglemont　came　in。　He　was　in　high　spirits。　Julie　called　to　him　to　admire　Helene　as　she　lay　asleep；　but　he　met　his　wife's　enthusiasm　with　a　commonplace：

〃All　children　are　nice　at　that　age。〃

He　closed　the　curtains　about　the　cot　after　a　careless　kiss　on　the　child's　forehead。　Then　he　turned　his　eyes　on　Julie；　took　her　hand　and　drew　her　to　sit　beside　him　on　the　sofa；　where　she　had　been　sitting　with　such　dark　thoughts　surging　up　in　her　mind。

〃You　are　looking　very　handsome　to…night；　Mme。　d'Aiglemont；〃　he　exclaimed；　with　the　gaiety　intolerable　to　the　Marquise；　who　knew　its　emptiness　so　well。

〃Where　have　you　spent　the　evening？〃　she　asked；　with　a　pretence　of　complete　indifference。

〃At　Mme。　de　Serizy's。〃

He　had　taken　up　a　fire…screen；　and　was　looking　intently　at　the　gauze。　He　had　not　noticed　the　traces　of　tears　on　his　wife's　face。　Julie　shuddered。　Words　could　not　express　the　overflowing　torrent　of　thoughts　which　must　be　forced　down　into　inner　depths。

〃Mme。　de　Serizy　is　giving　a　concert　on　Monday；　and　is　dying　for　you　to　go。　You　have　not　been　anywhere　for　some　time　past；　and　that　is　enough　to　set　her　longing　to　see　you　at　her　house。　She　is　a　good…natured　woman；　and　very　fond　of　you。　I　should　be　glad　if　you　would　go；　I　all　but　promised　that　you　should〃

〃I　will　go。〃

There　was　something　so　pene