Justine 淑女的眼泪 Chapter 39

"Therese," said the Count, bidding me be seated, "I shall not very often repeat such exercises with you, your person is useful for other purposes; but it was of the highest importance I acquaint you with my tastes and the manner in which you will expire in this house should you betray me one of these days, should you be unlucky enough to let yourself be suborned by the woman in whose society you are going to be placed.

 

"That woman belongs to me, Therese, she is my wife and that title is doubtless the most baleful she could have, since it obliges her to lend herself to the bizarre passion whereof you have been a recent victim; do not suppose it is vengeance¹ that prompts me to treat her thus, scorn, or any sentiment of hostility² or hatred³; it is merely a question of passion. Nothing equals the pleasure I experience upon shedding her blood... I go mad when it flows; I have never enjoyed this woman in any other fashion. Three years have gone by since I married her, and for three years she has been regularly exposed every four days to the treatment you have undergone. Her youth (she is not yet twenty), the special care given her, all this keeps her aright; and as the reservoir is replenished⁴ at the same rate it is tapped, she has been in fairly good health since the regime began. Our relations being what they are, you perfectly⁵ well appreciate why I can neither allow her to go out nor to receive visitors. And so I represent her as insane and her mother, the only living member of her family, who resides in a chateau⁶ six leagues from here, is so firmly convinced of her derangement⁷ that she dares not even come to see her. Not infrequently the Countess implores⁸ my mercy, there is nothing she omits to do in order to soften⁹ me; but I doubt whether she shall ever succeed. My lust¹⁰ decreed her fate, it is immutable¹¹, she will go on in this fashion so long as she is able; while she lives she will want nothing and as I am incredibly fond of what can be drained from her living body, I will keep her alive as long as possible; when finally she can stand it no more, well, tush, Nature will take its course. She's my fourth; I'll soon have a fifth. Nothing disturbs me less than to lose a wife. There are so many women about, and it is so pleasant to change.

 

"In any event, Therese, your task is to look after her. Her blood is let once every ninety-six hours; she loses two bowls of it each time and nowadays no longer faints, having got accustomed to it. Her prostration¹² lasts twenty-four hours; she is bedridden one day out of every four, but during the remaining three she gets on tolerably well. But you may easily understand this life displeases¹³ her; at the outset there was nothing she would not try to deliver herself from it, nothing she did not undertake to acquaint her mother with her real situation: she seduced¹⁴ two of her maid-servants whose maneuvers¹⁵ were detected early enough to defeat their success: she was the cause of these two unhappy creatures' ruin, today she repents¹⁶ what she did and, recognizing the irremediable character of her destiny, she is co-operating cheerfully and has promised not to make confederates of the help I hire to care for her. But this secret and what becomes of those who conspire¹⁷ to betray me, these matters, Therese, oblige me to put no one in her neighborhood but persons who, like yourself, have been impressed; and thus inquiries¹⁸ are avoided. Not having carried you off from anyone's house, not having to render an account of you to anyone at all, nothing stands in the way of my punishing you, if you deserve to be, in a manner which, although you will be deprived of mortal breath, cannot nevertheless expose me to interrogations or embroil¹⁹ me in any unpleasantnesses. As of the present moment you inhabit the world no longer, since the least impulse of my will can cause you to disappear from it. What can you expect at my hands? Happiness if you behave properly, death if you seek to play me false. Were these alternatives not so clear, were they not so few, I would ask for your response; but in your present situation we can dispense²⁰ with questions and answers. I have you, Therese, and hence you must obey me.... Let us go to my wife's apartment."

 

Having nothing to object to a discourse²¹ as precise as this, I followed my master: we traversed a long gallery, as dark, as solitary²² as the rest of the chateau; a door opens, we enter an antechamber where I recognize the two elderly women who waited upon me during my coma²³ and recovery. They got up and introduced us into a superb apartment where we found the unlucky Countess doing tambour brocade as she reclined upon a chaise longue; she rose when she saw her husband.

 

"Be seated," the Count said to her, "I permit you to listen to me thus. Here at last we have a maid for you, Madame," he continued, "and I trust you will remember what has befallen the others and that you will not try to plunge²⁴ this one into an identical misfortune."

 

"It would be useless," I said, full eager to be of help to this poor woman and wishing to disguise my designs, "yes, Madame, I dare certify²⁵ in your presence that it would be to no purpose, you will not speak one word to me I shall not report immediately to his Lordship, and I shall certainly not jeopardize²⁶ my life in order to serve you."

 

"I will undertake nothing, Mademoiselle, which might force you into that position," said this poor woman who did not yet grasp my motives²⁷ for speaking in this wise; "rest assured: I solicit²⁸ nothing but your care."

 

"It will be entirely²⁹ yours, Madame," I answered, "but beyond that, nothing."

 

And the Count, enchanted³⁰ with me, squeezed my hand as he whispered: "Nicely done, Therese, your prosperity is guaranteed if you conduct yourself as you say you will." The Count then showed me to my room which adjoined the Countess' and he showed me as well that the entirety of this apartment, closed by stout³¹ doors and double grilled³² at every window, left no hope of escape.

 

"And here you have a terrace," Monsieur de Gernande went on, leading me out into a little garden on a level with the apartment, "but its elevation³³ above the ground ought not, I believe, give you the idea of measuring the walls; the Countess is permitted to take fresh air out here whenever she wishes, you will keep her company... adieu."

 

I returned to my mistress and, as at first we spent a few moments examining one another without speaking, I obtained a good picture of her but let me paint it for you.

 

Madame de Gernande, aged³⁴ nineteen and a half, had the most lovely, the most noble, the most majestic³⁵ figure one could hope to see, not one of her gestures, not a single movement was without gracefulness³⁶, not one of her glances lacked depth of sentiment: nothing could equal the expression of her eyes, which were a beautiful dark brown although her hair was blond; but a certain languor³⁷, a lassitude entailed³⁸ by her misfortunes, dimmed their e'clat, and thereby³⁹ rendered them a thousand times more interesting; her skin was very fair, her hair very rich; her mouth was very small, perhaps too small, and I was little surprised to find this defect in her: 'twas a pretty rose not yet in full bloom; but teeth so white... lips of a vermillion... one might have said Love had colored them with tints⁴⁰ borrowed from the goddess of flowers; her nose was aquiline⁴¹, straight, delicately modeled; upon her brow curved two ebony eyebrows⁴²; a perfectly lovely chin; a visage, in one word, of the finest oval shape, over whose entirety reigned⁴³ a kind of attractiveness, a naivete, an openness which might well have made one take this adorable face for an angelic rather than mortal physiognomy. Her arms, her breasts, her flanks were of a splendor⁴⁴... of a round fullness fit to serve as models to an artist; a black silken fleece covered her mons veneris, which was sustained by two superbly cast thighs⁴⁵; and what astonished me was that, despite the slenderness of the Countess' figure, despite her sufferings, nothing had impaired⁴⁶ the firm quality of her flesh: her round, plump buttocks were as smooth, as ripe, as firm as if her figure were heavier and as if she had always dwelled in the depths of happiness. However, frightful⁴⁷ traces of her husband's libertinage⁴⁸ were scattered⁴⁹ thickly about; but, I repeat, nothing spoiled, nothing damaged... the very image of a beautiful lily upon which the honeybee has inflicted⁵⁰ some scratches. To so many gifts Madame de Gernande added a gentle nature, a romantic and tender mind, a heart of such sensibility!... well-educated, with talents... a native art for seduction which no one but her infamous⁵¹ husband could resist, a charming timbre⁵² in her voice and much piety⁵³: such was the unhappy wife of the Comte de Gernande, such was the heavenly creature against whom he had plotted; it seemed that the more she inspired ideas, the more she inflamed⁵⁴ his ferocity, and that the abundant gifts she had received from Nature only became further motives for that villain's cruelties.

 

"When were you last bled, Madame?" I asked in order to have her understand I was acquainted with everything.

 

"Three days ago," she said, "and it is to be tomorrow...." Then, with a sigh: "... yes, tomorrow... Mademoiselle, tomorrow you will witness the pretty scene."

 

"And Madame is not growing weak?"

 

"Oh, Great Heaven! I am not twenty and am sure I shall be no weaker at seventy. But it will come to an end, I flatter myself in the belief, for it is perfectly impossible for me to live much longer this way: I will go to my Father, in the arms of the Supreme⁵⁵ Being I will seek a place of rest men have so cruelly denied me on earth."

 

These words clove⁵⁶ my heart; wishing to maintain my role, I disguised my trouble, but upon the instant I made an inward promise to lay down my life a thousand times, if necessary, rather than leave this ill-starred victim in the clutches of this monstrous⁵⁷ debauchee.

 

The Countess was on the point of taking her dinner. The two old women came to tell me to conduct her into her cabinet; I transmitted the message; she was accustomed to it all, she went out at once, and the two women, aided by the two valets who had carried me off, served a sumptuous⁵⁸ meal upon a table at which my place was set opposite my mistress. The valets retired⁵⁹ and the women informed me that they would not stir from the antechamber so as to be near at hand to receive whatever might be Madame's orders. I relayed this to the Countess, she took her place and, with an air of friendliness⁶⁰ and affability which entirely won my heart, invited me to join her. There were at least twenty dishes upon the table.

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