Justine 淑女的眼泪 Chapter 57

"We have not the honor of your acquaintance, Madame," replied the officer in charge of the squadron; "but we are certain you have in your carriage the wretch¹ who yesterday set fire to the principal hotel in Villefranche"; then, eyeing me closely: "she answers the description, Madame, we are not in error - ; have the kindness to surrender her to us and to inform us how a person as respectable as you appear to be could have such a woman in your keeping."

 

"Why, 'tis very readily accounted for," replied Dubois with yet greater insolence², "and, I declare, I'll neither hide her from you nor take her side in the matter if 'tis certain she is guilty of the horrible crime you speak of. I too was staying at that hotel in Villefranche, I left in the midst of all the commotion³ and as I am getting into my coach, this girl runs up, begs my compassion⁴, says she has just lost everything in the fire, and implores⁵ me to take her with me to Lyon where she hopes to be able to find a place. Far less attentive⁶ to my reason than to my heart's promptings, I acquiesced⁷, consented to fetch her along; once in the carriage she offered herself as my servant; once again imprudence led me to agree to everything and I have been taking her to Dauphine where I have my properties and family: 'tis a lesson, assuredly, I presently recognize with utmost clarity all of pity's shortcomings; I shall not again be guilty of them. There she is, gentlemen, there she is; God forbid that I should be interested in such a monster, I abandon her to the law's severest penalties, and, I beseech⁸ you, take every step to prevent it from being known that I committed the unfortunate mistake of lending an instant's credence⁹ to a single word she uttered."

 

I wished to defend myself, I wanted to denounce the true villain¹⁰; my speeches were interpreted as calumniatory recriminations to which Dubois opposed nothing but a contemptuous smile. O fatal effects of misery¹¹ and biased¹² prepossession, of wealth and of insolence! Were it thinkable that a woman who had herself called Madame la Baronne de Fulconis, who proclaimed a high degree and displayed opulence¹³, who asserted she owned extensive holdings and arrogated¹⁴ a family to herself; were it to be conceived that such a personage could be guilty of a crime wherefrom she did not appear to have the slightest thing to gain? And, on the other hand, did not everything condemn¹⁵ me? I was unprotected, I was poor, 'twas a very sure thing I'd done a fell deed.

 

The squadron officer read me the catalogue of Bertrand's deposed¹⁶ charges. 'Twas she had accused me; I'd set the inn afire to pillage¹⁷ her with greater ease, and she'd been robbed indeed to her last penny; I'd flung her infant into the flames in order that, blinded by the despair with which this event would overwhelm her, she'd forget all else and give not a thought to my maneuvers¹⁸; and, furthermore, Bertrand had added, I was a girl of suspect virtue¹⁹ and bad habits who had escaped the gallows²⁰ at Grenoble and whom she had only taken in charge, very foolishly, thanks to the excessive kindness she had shown a young man from her own district, my lover, no doubt. I had publicly and in broad daylight solicited²¹ monks²³ in Lyon: in one word, there was nothing the unworthy creature had not exploited in order to seal my doom²⁴, nothing that calumny²⁵ whetted²⁶ by despair had not invented in order to besmirch²⁷ me. Upon the woman's insistence²⁸, a juridical examination had been conducted on the premises²⁹. The fire had begun in a hayloft into which several persons had taken oath I had entered the evening of that fatal day, and that was true. Searching for a water closet to which I had not been very clearly directed by a maid I had consulted, I had entered this loft³⁰ having failed to locate the sought after place, and there I had remained long enough to make what I was accused of plausible³¹, or at least to furnish probabilities of its truth; and 'tis well known: in this day and age those are proofs. And so, do what I could to defend myself, the officer's single response was to ready his manacles.

 

"But, Monsieur," I expostulated before allowing him to put me in irons, "if I robbed my traveling companion at Villefranche, the money ought to be found upon my person; search me."

 

This ingenuous³² defense³³ merely excited laughter; I was assured I'd not been alone, that they were certain I had accomplices³⁴ to whom, as I fled, I had transferred the stolen funds. Then the malicious³⁵ Dubois, who knew of the brand which to my misfortune Rodin had burned upon my flesh long ago, in one instant Dubois put all sympathy to rout³⁶.

 

"Monsieur," said she to the officer, "so many mistakes are committed every day in affairs of this sort that you will forgive me for the idea that occurs to me: if this girl is guilty of the atrocity³⁷ she is accused of it is surely not her first; the character required to execute crimes of this variety is not attained³⁸ in a night: and so I beg you to examine this girl, Monsieur... were you to find, by chance, something upon her wretched body... but if nothing denounces her, allow me to defend and protect her."

 

The officer agreed to the verification... it was about to be carried out...

 

"One moment, Monsieur," said I, "stay; this search is to no purpose; Madame knows full well I bear the frightful³⁹ mark; she also knows very well what misfortune caused it to be put on me: this subterfuge⁴⁰ of hers is the crowning horror which will, together with all the rest, be revealed at Themis' own temple. Lead me away, Messieurs: here are my hands, load them with chains; only Crime blushes to carry them, stricken Virtue is made to groan⁴¹ thereby⁴², but is not terrified."

 

"Truth to tell," quoth Dubois, "I'd never have dreamt my idea would have such success; but as this creature repays my kindness by insidious⁴³ inculpations, I am willing to return with her if you deem it necessary."

 

"There's no need whatsoever⁴⁴ to do so, Madame la Baronne," rejoined the officer, "this girl is our quarry⁴⁵: her avowals, the mark branded on her body, it all condemns⁴⁶ her; we need no one else, and we beg your pardon a thousand times over for having caused you this protracted⁴⁷ inconvenience."

 

I was handcuffed immediately, flung upon the crupper of one of the constables⁴⁸' mounts, and Dubois went off, not before she had completed her insults by giving a few crowns to my guards, which generously bestowed⁴⁹ silver was to aid me during my melancholy⁵⁰ sojourn⁵¹ while awaiting trial.

 

O Virtue! I cried when I perceived myself brought to this dreadful humiliation⁵²; couldst thou suffer a more penetrating⁵³ outrage⁵⁴? Were it possible that Crime might dare affront⁵⁵ thee and vanquish⁵⁶ thee with so much insolence and impunity⁵⁷!

 

We were soon come to Lyon; upon arrival I was cast into the keep reserved for criminals and there I was inscribed⁵⁸ as an arsonist⁵⁹, harlot, child-murderer, and thief.

 

Seven persons had been burned to death in the hotel; I had myself thought I might be; I had been on the verge⁶⁰ of perishing; but she who had been the cause of this horror was eluding⁶¹ the law's vigilance and Heaven's justice: she was triumphant⁶², she was flying on to new crimes whereas, innocent and unlucky, I had naught⁶³ for prospect⁶⁴ but dishonor, castigation⁶⁵, and death.

 

For such a long time habituated to calumny, injustice⁶⁶, and wretchedness; destined⁶⁷, since childhood, to acquit⁶⁸ myself of not a single virtuous⁶⁹ deed or feel a single righteous sentiment without suffering instant retribution therefor, my anguish⁷⁰ was rather mute and blunted than rending⁷¹, and I shed fewer tears than I might have supposed... however, as 'tis instinctive⁷² in the distressed⁷³ creature to seek after every possible device to extricate⁷⁴ himself from the chasm⁷⁵ into which his ill-fortune has plunged⁷⁶ him, Father Antonin came to my mind; whatever the mediocre⁷⁷ relief I could hope from him, I did not deny to myself I was anxious to see him: I asked for him, he appeared. He had not been informed of by whom he was desired; he affected⁷⁸ not to recognize me; whereupon I told the turn-key that it was indeed possible he had forgotten me, having been my confessor only when I was very young, but, I continued, it was as my soul's director I solicited a private interview with him. 'Twas agreed by both parties. As soon as I was alone with this holy man I cast myself at his knees, rained tears upon them and besought⁷⁹ him to save me from my cruel situation; I proved my innocence⁸⁰ to him; I did not conceal⁸¹ that the culpable⁸² proposals he had made me some days before had provoked my young companion's enmity, and presently, said I, she accused me out of spite. The monk²² listened attentively⁸³.

 

"Therese," said he when I was done, "don't lose control of yourself as you customarily do when someone contradicts your damnable prejudices; you notice to what a pass they've brought you, and you can at present readily convince yourself that it's a hundred times better to be a rascal⁸⁴ and happy than well-behaved and unprosperous; your case is as bad as it possibly could be, dear girl, there's nothing to be gained by hiding the fact from you: this Dubois you speak of, having the largest benefits to reap from your doom, will unquestionably labor⁸⁵ behind the scene to ruin you: Bertrand will accuse you, all appearances stand against you, and, these days, appearances are sufficient grounds for decreeing the death sentence: you are, hence, lost, 'tis plain: one single means might save you: I get on well with the bailiff, he has considerable influence with this city's magistrature⁸⁶; I'm going to tell him you are my niece, and that by this title I am claiming you: he'll dismiss the entire business: I'll ask to send you back to my family; I'll have you taken away, but 'twill be to our monastery⁸⁷ and incarceration⁸⁸ there, whence you'll never emerge... and there, why conceal it? you, Therese, will be the bounden slave of my caprices, you'll sate⁸⁹ them all without a murmur⁹⁰; as well, you will submit yourself to my colleagues: in a word, you will be as utterly⁹¹ mine as the most subordinated of victims... you heed⁹² me: the task is hard; you know what are the passions of libertines⁹³ of our variety; so make up your mind, and make me prompt answer."

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