漂亮朋友 第五章 英5

孙祎卓

They repaired to a wine merchant’s where meals were also served. Clotilde’s entrance caused a sensation on account of the elegance of her dress. They partook of a ragout of mutton and left that place to enter a ball-room in which she pressed more closely to his side. In fifteen minutes her curiosity was satisfied and he conducted her home. Then followed a series of visits to all sorts of places of amusement. Duroy soon began to tire of those expeditions, for he had exhausted all his resources and all means of obtaining money. In addition to that he owed Forestier a hundred francs, Jacques Rival three hundred, and he was hampered with innumerable petty debts ranging from twenty francs to one hundred sous.

On the fourteenth of December, he was left without a sou in his pocket. As he had often done before, he did not lunch, and spent the afternoon working at the office. At four o’clock he received a telegram from Mme. de Marelle, saying: “Shall we dine together and afterward have a frolic?”

He replied at once: “Impossible to dine,” then he added: “But I will expect you at our apartments at nine o’clock.” Having sent a boy with the note in order to save the money for a telegram, he tried to think of some way by which he could obtain his evening meal. He waited until all of his associates had gone and when he was alone, he rang for the porter, put his hand in his pocket and said: “Foucart, I have left my purse at home and I have to dine at the Luxembourg. Lend me fifty sous to pay for my cab.”

The man handed him three francs and asked:

“Is that enough?”

“Yes, thank you.” Taking the coins, Duroy rushed down the staircase and dined at a cookshop.

At nine o’clock, Mme. de Marelle, whom he awaited in the tiny salon, arrived. She wished to take a walk and he objected. His opposition irritated her.

“I shall go alone, then. Adieu!”

Seeing that the situation was becoming grave, he seized her hands and kissed them, saying:

“Pardon me, darling; I am nervous and out of sorts this evening. I have been annoyed by business matters.”

Somewhat appeased but still, vexed, she replied:

“That does not concern me; I will not be the butt for your ill humor.”

He clasped her in his arms and murmured his apologies. Still she persisted in her desire to go out.

“I beseech you, remain here by the fire with me. Say yes.”

“No,” she replied, “I will not yield to your caprices.”

He insisted: “I have a reason, a serious reason —”

“If you will not go with me, I shall go alone. Adieu!”

She disengaged herself from his embrace and fled to the door. He followed her:

“Listen Clo, my little Clo, listen to me —”

She shook her head, evaded his caresses and tried to escape from his encircling arms.

“I have a reason —”

Looking him in the face, she said: “You lie! What is it?”

He colored, and in order to avoid a rupture, confessed in accents of despair: “I have no money!”

She would not believe him until he had turned all his pockets inside out, to prove his words. Then she fell upon his breast: “Oh, my poor darling! Had I known! How did it happen?”

He invented a touching story to this effect: That his father was in straitened circumstances, that he had given him not only his savings, but had run himself into debt.

“I shall have to starve for the next six months.”

“Shall I lend you some?” she whispered.

He replied with dignity: “You are very kind, dearest; but do not mention that again; it wounds me.”

She murmured: “You will never know how much I love you.” On taking leave of him, she asked: “Shall we meet again the day after to- morrow?”

“Certainly.”

“At the same time?”

“Yes, my darling.”