the four horsemen of the apocalypse-第6部分
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n some kind of settlement？〃
Desnoyers comforted her with his optimism。 He did not believe in the possibility of a war。 That was ridiculous。
〃I say so； too！ Ours is not the epoch of savages。 I have known some Germans； chic and well…educated persons who surely must think exactly as we do。 An old professor who comes to the house was explaining yesterday to mama that wars are no longer possible in these progressive times。 In two months' time； there would scarcely be any men left； in three； the world would find itself without money to continue the struggle。 I do not recall exactly how it was； but he explained it all very clearly； in a manner most delightful to hear。〃
She reflected in silence； trying to co…ordinate her confused recollections； but dismayed by the effort required； added on her own account。
〃Just imagine what war would meanhow horrible！ Society life paralyzed。 No more parties； nor clothes； nor theatres！ Why； it is even possible that they might not design any more fashions！ All the women in mourning。 Can you imagine it？ 。 。 。 And Paris deserted。 。 。 。 How beautiful it seemed as I came to meet you this afternoon！ 。 。 。 No； no； it cannot be！ Next month； you know； we go to Vichy。 Mama needs the waters。 Then to Biarritz。 After that； I shall go to a castle on the Loire。 And besides there are our affairs； my divorce； our marriage which may take place the next year。 。 。 。 And is war to hinder and cut short all this！ No； no； it is not possible。 My brother and others like him are foolish enough to dream of danger from Germany。 I am sure that my husband； too； who is only interested in serious and bothersome matters； is among those who believe that war is imminent and prepare to take part in it。 What nonsense！ Tell me that it is all nonsense。 I need to hear you say it。〃
Tranquilized by the affirmations of her lover； she then changed the trend of the conversation。 The possibility of their approaching marriage brought to mind the object of the voyage which Desnoyers had just made。 There had not been time for them to write to each other during their brief separation。
〃Did you succeed in getting the money？ The joy of seeing you made me forget all about such things。 。 。 。〃
Adopting the air of a business expert； he replied that he had brought back less than he expected； for he had found the country in the throes of one of its periodical panics； but still he had managed to get together about four hundred thousand francs。 In his purse he had a check for that amount。 Later on； they would send him further remittances。 A ranchman in Argentina； a sort of relative； was looking after his affairs。 Marguerite appeared satisfied； and in spite of her frivolity； adopted the air of a serious woman。
〃Money； money！〃 she exclaimed sententiously。 〃And yet there is no happiness without it！ With your four hundred thousand and what I have； we shall be able to get along。 。 。 。 I told you that my husband wishes to give me back my dowry。 He has told my brother so。 But the state of his business； and the increased size of his factory do not permit him to return it as quickly as he would like。 I can't help but feel sorry for the poor man 。 。 。 so honorable and so upright in every way。 If he only were not so commonplace！ 。 。 。〃
Again Marguerite seemed to regret these tardy spontaneous eulogies which were chilling their interview。 So again she changed the trend of her chatter。
〃And your family？ Have you seen them？〃 。 。 。
Desnoyers had been to his father's home before starting for the Chapelle Expiatoire。 A stealthy entrance into the great house on the avenue Victor Hugo； and then up to the first floor like a tradesman。 Then he had slipt into the kitchen like a soldier sweetheart of the maids。 His mother had come there to embrace him； poor Dona Luisa； weeping and kissing him frantically as though she had feared to lose him forever。 Close behind her mother had come Luisita； nicknamed Chichi； who always surveyed him with sympathetic curiosity as if she wished to know better a brother so bad and adorable who had led decent women from the paths of virtue； and committed all kinds of follies。 Then Desnoyers had been greatly surprised to see entering the kitchen with the air of a tragedy queen； a noble mother of the drama； his Aunt Elena； the one who had married a German and was living in Berlin surrounded with innumerable children。
〃She has been in Paris a month。 She is going to make a little visit to our castle。 And it appears that her eldest sonmy cousin； 'The Sage；' whom I have not seen for yearsis also coming here。〃
The home interview had several times been interrupted by fear。 〃Your father is at home； be careful；〃 his mother had said to him each time that he had spoken above a whisper。 And his Aunt Elena had stationed herself at the door with a dramatic air； like a stage heroine resolved to plunge a dagger into the tyrant who should dare to cross the threshold。 The entire family was accustomed to submit to the rigid authority of Don Marcelo Desnoyers。 〃Oh； that old man！〃 exclaimed Julio； referring to his father。 〃He may live many years yet； but how he weighs upon us all！〃
His mother； who had never wearied of looking at him； finally had to bring the interview to an end； frightened by certain approaching sounds。 〃Go； he might surprise us； and he would be furious。〃 So Julio had fled the paternal home； caressed by the tears of the two ladies and the admiring glances of Chichi； by turns ashamed and proud of a brother who had caused such enthusiasm and scandal among her friends。
Marguerite also spoke of Senor Desnoyers。 A terrible tyrant of the old school with whom they could never come to an understanding。
The two remained silent； looking fixedly at each other。 Now that they had said the things of greatest urgency； present interests became more absorbing。 More immediate things； unspoken； seemed to well up in their timid and vacillating eyes； before escaping in the form of words。 They did not dare to talk like lovers here。 Every minute the cloud of witnesses seemed increasing around them。 The woman with the dogs and the red wig was passing with greater frequency； shortening her turns through the square in order to greet them with a smile of complicity。 The reader of the daily paper was now exchanging views with a friend on a neighboring bench regarding the possibilities of war。 The garden had become a thoroughfare。 The modistes upon going out from their establishments； and the ladies returning from shopping； were crossing through the square in order to shorten their walk。 The little avenue was a popular short… cut。 All the pedestrians were casting curious glances at the elegant lady and her companion seated in the shadow of the shrubbery with the timid yet would…be natural look of those who desire to hide themselves； yet at the same time feign a casual air。
〃How exasperating！〃 sighed Marguerite。 〃They are going to find us out！〃
A girl looked at her so searchingly that she thought she recognized in her an employee of a celebrated modiste。 Besides； some of her personal friends who had met her in the crowded shops but an hour ago might be returning home by way of the garden。
〃Let us go；〃 she said rising hurriedly。 〃If they should spy us here together； just think what they might say！ 。 。 。 and just when they are becoming a little forgetful！〃
Desnoyers protested crossly。 Go away？ 。 。 。 Paris had become a shrunken place for them nowadays because Marguerite refused to go to a single place where there was a possibility of their being surprised。 In another square； in a restaurant； wherever they might gothey would run the same risk of being recognized。 She would only consider meetings in public places； and yet at the same time； dreaded the curiosity of the people。 If Marguerite would like to go to his studio of such sweet memories！ 。 。 。
〃To your home？ No！ no indeed！〃 she replied emphatically 〃I cannot forget the last time I was there。〃
But Julio insisted； foreseeing a break in that firm negative。 Where could they be more comfortable？ Besides； weren't they going to marry as soon as possible？ 。 。 。
〃I tell you no；〃 she repeated。 〃Who knows but my husband may be watching me！ What a complication for my divorce if he should surprise us in your house！〃
Now it was he who eulogized the husband； insisting that such watchfulness was incompatible with his character。 The engineer had accepted the facts； considering them irreparable and was now thinking only of reconstructing his life。
〃No； it is better for us to separate；〃 she continued。 〃Tomorrow we shall see each other again。 You will hunt a more favorable place。 Think it over； and you will find a solution for it all。〃
But he wished an immediate solution。 They had abandoned their seats； going slowly toward the rue des Mathurins。 Julio was speaking with a trembling and persuasive eloquence。 To…morrow？ No； now。 They had only to call a taxicab。 It would be only a matter of a few minutes； and then the isolation； the mystery； the return to a sweet pastto that intimacy in the studio where they had passed their happiest hours。 They would believe that no time had elapsed since their first meetings。
〃No；〃 she faltered with a weakening accent； seeking a last resistance。 〃Besides； your secretary might be there； that Spaniard who lives with you。 How ashamed I would be to meet him again！〃
Julio laughed。 。 。 。 Argensola！ How could that comrade who knew all about their past be an obstacle？ If they should happen to meet him in the house； he would be sure to leave immediately。 More than once； he had had to go out so as not to be in the way。 His discretion was such that he had foreseen events。 Probably he had already left； conjecturing that a near visit would be the most logical thing。 His chum would simply go wandering through the streets in search of news。
Marguerite was silent； as though yielding on seeing her pretexts exhausted。 Desnoyers was silent； too； construing her stillness as assent。 They had left the garden and she was looking around uneasily； terrified to find herself in the open street beside her lover； and seeking a hiding…place。 Suddenly she saw before her the little red door of
