书城公版La Mere Bauche
18774200000004

第4章

But to whom should she be married?To this question the capitaine had answered in perfect innocence of heart,that La Mere Bauche would be much better able to make such a choice than himself.He did not know how Marie might stand with regard to money.If madame would give some little "dot,"the affair,the capitaine thought,would be more easily arranged.

All these things took months to say,during which period Marie went on with her work in melancholy listlessness.One comfort she had.

Adolphe,before he went,had promised to her,holding in his hand as he did so a little cross which she had given him,that no earthly consideration should sever them;--that sooner or later he would certainly be her husband.Marie felt that her limbs could not work nor her tongue speak were it not for this one drop of water in her cup.

And then,deeply meditating,La Mere Bauche hit upon a plan,and herself communicated it to the capitaine over a second cup of coffee into which she poured a full teaspoonful more than the usual allowance of cognac.Why should not he,the capitaine himself,be the man to marry Marie Clavert?

It was a very startling proposal,the idea of matrimony for himself never having as yet entered into the capitaine's head at any period of his life;but La Mere Bauche did contrive to make it not altogether unacceptable.As to that matter of dowry she was prepared to be more than generous.She did love Marie well,and could find it in her heart to give her anything--any thing except her son,her own Adolphe.What she proposed was this.Adolphe,himself,would never keep the baths.If the capitaine would take Marie for his wife,Marie,Madame Bauche declared,should be the mistress after her death;subject of course to certain settlements as to Adolphe's pecuniary interests.

The plan was discussed a thousand times,and at last so far brought to bear that Marie was made acquainted with it--having been called in to sit in presence with La Mere Bauche and her future proposed husband.The poor girl manifested no disgust to the stiff ungainly lover whom they assigned to her,--who through his whole frame was in appearance almost as wooden as his own leg.On the whole,indeed,Marie liked the capitaine,and felt that he was her friend;and in her country such marriages were not uncommon.The capitaine was perhaps a little beyond the age at which a man might usually be thought justified in demanding the services of a young girl as his nurse and wife,but then Marie of herself had so little to give--except her youth,and beauty,and goodness.

But yet she could not absolutely consent;for was she not absolutely pledged to her own Adolphe?And therefore,when the great pecuniary advantages were,one by one,displayed before her,and when La Mere Bauche,as a last argument,informed her that as wife of the capitaine she would be regarded as second mistress in the establishment and not as a servant,she could only burst out into tears,and say that she did not know.

"I will be very kind to you,"said the capitaine;"as kind as a man can be."Marie took his hard withered hand and kissed it;and then looked up into his face with beseeching eyes which were not without avail upon his heart.

"We will not press her now,"said the capitaine."There is time enough."But let his heart be touched ever so much,one thing was certain.It could not be permitted that she should marry Adolphe.To that view of the matter he had given in his unrestricted adhesion;nor could he by any means withdraw it without losing altogether his position in the establishment of Madame Bauche.Nor indeed did his conscience tell him that such a marriage should be permitted.That would be too much.If every pretty girl were allowed to marry the first young man that might fall in love with her,what would the world come to?

And it soon appeared that there was not time enough--that the time was growing very scant.In three months Adolphe would be back.And if everything was not arranged by that time,matters might still go astray.

And then Madame Bauche asked her final question:"You do not think,do you,that you can ever marry Adolphe?"And as she asked it the accustomed terror of her green spectacles magnified itself tenfold.

Marie could only answer by another burst of tears.

The affair was at last settled among them.Marie said that she would consent to marry the capitaine when she should hear from Adolphe's own mouth that he,Adolphe,loved her no longer.She declared with many tears that her vows and pledges prevented her from promising more than this.It was not her fault,at any rate not now,that she loved her lover.It was not her fault--not now at least--that she was bound by these pledges.When she heard from his own mouth that he had discarded her,then she would marry the capitaine--or indeed sacrifice herself in any other way that La Mere Bauche might desire.

What would anything signify then?

Madame Bauche's spectacles remained unmoved;but not her heart.

Marie,she told the capitaine,should be equal to herself in the establishment,when once she was entitled to be called Madame Campan,and she should be to her quite as a daughter.She should have her cup of coffee every evening,and dine at the big table,and wear a silk gown at church,and the servants should all call her Madame;a great career should be open to her,if she would only give up her foolish girlish childish love for Adolphe.And all these great promises were repeated to Marie by the capitaine.

But nevertheless there was but one thing in the world which in Marie's eyes was of any value;and that one thing was the heart of Adolphe Bauche.Without that she would be nothing;with that,--with that assured,she could wait patiently till doomsday.