the vicar of tours- 第8部分

for　you。〃



The　vicar　looked　at　the　clock　in　the　dining…room；　and　saw　at　once；　by

the　way　the　gauze　which　protected　it　from　dust　had　been　moved；　that

his　landlady　had　opened　the　face　of　the　dial　and　set　the　hands　in

advance　of　the　clock　of　the　cathedral。　He　could　make　no　remark。　Had　he

uttered　his　suspicion　it　would　only　have　caused　and　apparently

justified　one　of　those　fierce　and　eloquent　expositions　to　which

Mademoiselle　Gamard；　like　other　women　of　her　class；　knew　very　well　how

to　give　vent　in　particular　cases。　The　thousand　and　one　annoyances

which　a　servant　will　sometimes　make　her　master　bear；　or　a　woman　her

husband；　were　instinctively　divined　by　Mademoiselle　Gamard　and　used

upon　Birotteau。　The　way　in　which　she　delighted　in　plotting　against　the

poor　vicar's　domestic　comfort　bore　all　the　marks　of　what　we　must　call

a　profoundly　malignant　genius。　Yet　she　so　managed　that　she　was　never；

so　far　as　eye　could　see；　in　the　wrong。





III



Eight　days　after　the　date　on　which　this　history　began；　the　new

arrangements　of　the　household　and　the　relations　which　grew　up　between

the　Abbe　Birotteau　and　Mademoiselle　Gamard　revealed　to　the　former　the

existence　of　a　plot　which　had　been　hatching　for　the　last　six　months。



As　long　as　the　old　maid　exercised　her　vengeance　in　an　underhand　way；

and　the　vicar　was　able　to　shut　his　eyes　to　it　and　refuse　to　believe　in

her　malevolent　intentions；　the　moral　effect　upon　him　was　slight。　But

since　the　affair　of　the　candlestick　and　the　altered　clock；　Birotteau

would　doubt　no　longer　that　he　was　under　an　eye　of　hatred　turned　fully

upon　him。　From　that　moment　he　fell　into　despair；　seeing　everywhere　the

skinny；　clawlike　fingers　of　Mademoiselle　Gamard　ready　to　hook　into　his

heart。　The　old　maid；　happy　in　a　sentiment　as　fruitful　of　emotions　as

that　of　vengeance；　enjoyed　circling　and　swooping　above　the　vicar　as　a

bird　of　prey　hovers　and　swoops　above　a　field…mouse　before　pouncing

down　upon　it　and　devouring　it。　She　had　long　since　laid　a　plan　which

the　poor　dumbfounded　priest　was　quite　incapable　of　imagining；　and

which　she　now　proceeded　to　unfold　with　that　genius　for　little　things

often　shown　by　solitary　persons；　whose　souls；　incapable　of　feeling　the

grandeur　of　true　piety；　fling　themselves　into　the　details　of　outward

devotion。



The　petty　nature　of　his　troubles　prevented　Birotteau；　always　effusive

and　liking　to　be　pitied　and　consoled；　from　enjoying　the　soothing

pleasure　of　taking　his　friends　into　his　confidence；a　last　but　cruel

aggravation　of　his　misery。　The　little　amount　of　tact　which　he　derived

from　his　timidity　made　him　fear　to　seem　ridiculous　in　concerning

himself　with　such　pettiness。　And　yet　those　petty　things　made　up　the

sum　of　his　existence；that　cherished　existence；　full　of　busyness

about　nothings；　and　of　nothingness　in　its　business；　a　colorless　barren

life　in　which　strong　feelings　were　misfortunes；　and　the　absence　of

emotion　happiness。　The　poor　priest's　paradise　was　changed；　in　a

moment；　into　hell。　His　sufferings　became　intolerable。　The　terror　he

felt　at　the　prospect　of　a　discussion　with　Mademoiselle　Gamard

increased　day　by　day；　the　secret　distress　which　blighted　his　life

began　to　injure　his　health。　One　morning；　as　he　put　on　his　mottled　blue

stockings；　he　noticed　a　marked　dimunition　in　the　circumference　of　his

calves。　Horrified　by　so　cruel　and　undeniable　a　symptom；　he　resolved　to

make　an　effort　and　appeal　to　the　Abbe　Troubert；　requesting　him　to

intervene；　officially；　between　Mademoiselle　Gamard　and　himself。



When　he　found　himself　in　presence　of　the　imposing　canon；　who；　in　order

to　receive　his　visitor　in　a　bare　and　cheerless　room；　had　hastily

quitted　a　study　full　of　papers；　where　he　worked　incessantly；　and　where

no　one　was　ever　admitted；　the　vicar　felt　half　ashamed　at　speaking　of

Mademoiselle　Gamard's　provocations　to　a　man　who　appeared　to　be　so

gravely　occupied。　But　after　going　through　the　agony　of　the　mental

deliberations　which　all　humble；　undecided；　and　feeble　persons　endure

about　things　of　even　no　importance；　he　decided；　not　without　much

swelling　and　beating　of　the　heart；　to　explain　his　position　to　the　Abbe

Troubert。



The　canon　listened　in　a　cold；　grave　manner；　trying；　but　in　vain；　to

repress　an　occasional　smile　which　to　more　intelligent　eyes　than　those

of　the　vicar　might　have　betrayed　the　emotions　of　a　secret

satisfaction。　A　flame　seemed　to　dart　from　his　eyelids　when　Birotteau

pictured　with　the　eloquence　of　genuine　feeling　the　constant　bitterness

he　was　made　to　swallow；　but　Troubert　laid　his　hand　above　those　lids

with　a　gesture　very　common　to　thinkers；　maintaining　the　dignified

demeanor　which　was　usual　with　him。　When　the　vicar　had　ceased　to　speak

he　would　indeed　have　been　puzzled　had　he　sought　on　Troubert's　face；

marbled　with　yellow　blotches　even　more　yellow　than　his　usually　bilious

skin；　for　any　trace　of　the　feelings　he　must　have　excited　in　that

mysterious　priest。



After　a　moment's　silence　the　canon　made　one　of　those　answers　which

required　long　study　before　their　meaning　could　be　thoroughly

perceived；　though　later　they　proved　to　reflecting　persons　the

astonishing　depths　of　his　spirit　and　the　power　of　his　mind。　He　simply

crushed　Birotteau　by　telling　him　that　〃these　things　amazed　him　all　the

more　because　he　should　never　have　suspected　their　existence　were　it

not　for　his　brother's　confession。　He　attributed　such　stupidity　on　his

part　to　the　gravity　of　his　occupations；　his　labors；　the　absorption　in

which　his　mind　was　held　by　certain　elevated　thoughts　which　prevented

his　taking　due　notice　of　the　petty　details　of　life。〃　He　made　the　vicar

observe；　but　without　appearing　to　censure　the　conduct　of　a　man　whose

age　and　connections　deserved　all　respect；　that　〃in　former　days；

recluses　thought　little　about　their　food　and　lodging　in　the　solitude

of　their　retreats；　where　they　were　lost　in　holy　contemplations；〃　and

that　〃in　our　days；　priests　could　make　a　retreat　for　themselves　in　the

solitude　of　their　own　hearts。〃　Then；　reverting　to　Birotteau's　affairs；

he　added　that　〃such　disagreements　were　a　novelty　to　him。　For　twelve

years　nothing　of　the　kind　had　occurred　between　Mademoiselle　Gamard　and

the　venerable　Abbe　Chapeloud。　As　for　himself；　he　might；　no　doubt；　be

an　arbitrator　between　the　vicar　and　their　landlady；　because　his

friendship　for　that　person　had　never　gone　beyond　the　limits　imposed　by

the　Church　on　her　faithful　servants；　but　if　so；　justice　demanded　that

he　should　hear　both　sides。　He　certainly　saw　no　change　in　Mademoiselle

Gamard；　who　seemed　to　him　the　same　as　ever；　he　had　always　submitted　to

a　few　of　her　caprices；　knowing　that　the　excellent　woman　was　kindness

and　gentleness　itself；　the　slight　fluctuations　of　her　temper　should　be

attributed；　he　thought；　to　sufferings　caused　by　a　pulmonary　affection；

of　which　she　said　little；　resigning　herself　to　bear　them　in　a　truly

Christian　spirit。〃　He　ended　by　assuring　the　vicar　that　〃if　he　stayed　a

few　years　longer　in　Mademoiselle　Gamard's　house　he　would　learn　to

understand　her　better　and　acknowledge　the　real　value　of　her　excellent

nature。〃



Birotteau　left　the　room　confounded。　In　the　direful　necessity　of

consulting　no　one；　he　now　judged　Mademoiselle　Gamard　as　he　would

himself；　and　the　poor　man　fancied　that　if　he　left　her　house　for　a　few

days　he　might　extinguish；　for　want　of　fuel；　the　dislike　the　old　maid

felt　for　him。　He　accordingly　resolved　to　spend；　as　he　formerly　did；　a

week　or　so　at　a　country…house　where　Madame　de　Listomere　passed　her

autumns；　a　season　when　the　sky　is　usually　pure　and　tender　in　Touraine。

Poor　man！　in　so　doing　he　did　the　thing　that　was　most　desired　by　his

terrible　enemy；　whose　plans　could　only　have　been　brought　to　nought　by

the　resistant　patience　of　a　monk。　But　the　vicar；　unable　to　divine

them；　not　understanding　even　his　own　affairs；　was　doomed　to　fall；　like

a　lamb；　at　the　butcher's　first　blow。



Madame　de　Listomere's　country…place；　situated　on　the　embankment　which

lies　between　Tours　and　the　heights　of　Saint…Georges；　with　a　southern

exposure　and　surrounded　by　rocks；　combined　the　charms　of　the　country

with　the　pleasures　of　the　town。　It　took　but　ten　minutes　from　the

bridge　of　Tours　to　reach　the　house；　which　was　called　the　〃Alouette；〃

a　great　advantage　in　a　region　where　no　one　will　put　himself　out　for

anything　whatsoever；　not　even　to　seek　a　pleasure。



The　Abbe　Birotteau　had　been　about　ten　days　at　the　Alouette；　when；　one

morning　while　he　was　breakfasting；　the　porter　came　to　say　that

Monsieur　Caron　desired　to　speak　with　him。　Monsieur　Caron　was

Mademoiselle　Gamard's　laywer；　and　had　charge　of　her　affairs。

Birotteau；　not　remembering　this；　and　unable　to　think　of　any　matter　of

litigation　between　himself　and　others；　left　the　table　to　see　the

lawyer　in　a　stage　of　great　agitation。　He　found　him　modestly　seated　on

the　balustrade　of　a　terrace。



〃Your　intention　of　ceasing　to　reside　in　Mademoiselle　Gamard's　house

being　made　evident〃　began　the　man　of　business。



〃Eh！　monsieur；〃　cried　the　Abbe　Birotteau；　interrupting　him；　〃I　have

not　the　slightest　intention　of　leaving　it。〃



〃Nevertheless；　monsieur；〃　replied　the　lawyer；　〃you　must　have　had　some

agreement　in　the　matter　with　Mademoiselle；　for　she　has　sent　me　to　ask

how　long　you　intend　to　remain　in　the　country。　The　event　of　a　long

absence　was　not　foreseen　in　the　agreement；　and　may　lead　to　a　contest。

Now；　Mademoiselle　Gamard　understanding　that　your　board〃



〃Monsieur；〃　said　Birotteau；　amazed；　and　again　interrupting　the　lawyer；

〃I　did　not　suppose　it　necessary　to　employ；　as　it　were；　legal　means

to〃



〃Mademoiselle　Gamard；　who　is　anxious　to　avoid　all　dispute；〃　said

Monsieur　Caron；　〃has　sent　me　to　come　to　an　understanding　with　you。〃



〃Well；　if　you　will　have　the　goodness　to　return　to…morrow；〃　said　the

abbe；　〃I　shall　then　have　taken　advice　in　the　matter。〃



The　quill…driver　withdrew。　The　poor　vicar；　frightened　at　the

persistence　with　which　Mademoiselle　Gamard　pursued　him；