the nabob-第22部分
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odel； laying down and taking up the boasting…tool； quickly wiping her fingers with the little sponge； while the light and peace of a fine Sunday afternoon fell on the top…light of the studio。 Felicia 〃received〃 every Sunday； if to receive were to leave her door open to allow people to come in； go out； sit down for a moment； without stirring from her work or even interrupting the course of a discussion to welcome the new arrivals。 They were artists； with refined heads and luxuriant beards； here and there you might see among them white…haired friends of Ruys； her father； then there were society men； bankers； stock…brokers； and a few young men about town； come to see the handsome girl rather than her sculpture； in order to be able to say at the club in the evening； 〃I was at Felicia's to…day。〃 Among them was Paul de Gery； silent； absorbed in an admiration which each day sunk into his heart a little more deeply； trying to understand the beautiful sphinx draped in purple cashmere and ecru lace； who worked away bravely amid her clay； a burnisher's apron reaching nearly to her neck； allowing her small； proud head to emerge with those transparent tones； those gleams of veiled radiance of which the sense； the inspiration bring the blood to the cheek as they pass。 Paul always remembered what had been said of her in his presence； endeavoured to form an opinion for himself； doubted； worried himself； and was charmed； vowing to himself each time that he would come no more and never missing a Sunday。 A little woman with gray； powdered hair was always there in the same place； her pink face like a pastel somewhat worn by years； who； in the discrete light of a recess； smiled sweetly； with her hands lying idly on her knees； motionless as a fakir。 Jenkins； amiable； with his open face； his black eyes； and his apostolical manner； moved on from one group to another； liked and known by all。 He did not miss； either； one of Felicia's days； and； indeed； he showed his patience in this； all the snubs of his hostess both as artist and pretty woman being reserved for him alone。 Without appearing to notice them； with ever the same smiling； indulgent serenity； he continued to pay his visits to the daughter of his old Ruys； of the man whom he had so loved and tended to his last moments。
This time； however； the question which Felicia had just addressed to him respecting his son appeared extremely disagreeable to him； and it was with a frown and a real expression of annoyance that he replied： 〃Ma foi！ I know no more than yourself what he is doing。 He has quite deserted us。 He was bored at home。 He cares only for his Bohemia。〃
Felicia gave a jump that made them all start； and with flashing eyes and nostrils that quivered； said：
〃That is too absurd。 Ah； now； come； Jenkins。 What do you mean by Bohemia？ A charming word； by…the…bye； and one that ought to recall long days of wandering in the sun； halts in woody nooks； all the freshness of fruits gathered by the open road。 But since you have made a reproach of the name； to whom do you apply it？ To a few poor devils with long hair； in love with liberty in rags； who starve to death in a fifth…floor garret； or seek rhymes under tiles through which the rain filters； to those madmen； growing more and more rare； who； from horror of the customary； the traditional； the stupidity of life； have put their feet together and made a jump into freedom？ Come； that is too old a story。 It is the Bohemia of Murger； with the workhouse at the end； terror of children； boon of parents； Red Riding…Hood eaten by the wolf。 It was worn out a long time ago； that story。 Nowadays； you know well that artists are the most regular people in their habits on earth； that they earn money； pay their debts； and contrive to look like the first man you may meet on the street。 The true Bohemians exist； however； they are the backbone of our society； but it is in your own world especially that they are to be found。 /Parbleu！/ They bear no external stamp and nobody distrusts them； but； so far as uncertainty； want of substantial foundation in their lives is concerned； they have nothing to wish for from those whom they call so disdainfully 'irregulars。' Ah！ if we knew how much turpitude； what fantastic or abominable stories； a black evening…coat； the most correct of your hideous modern garments； can mask。 Why； see； Jenkins； the other evening at your house I was amusing myself by counting them all these society adventurers〃
The little old lady； pink and powdered； put in gently from her place：
〃Felicia； take care！〃
But she continued； without listening：
〃What do you call Monpavon； doctor？ And Bois l'Hery？ And de Mora himself？ And〃 She was going to say 〃and the Nabob？〃 but stopped herself。
〃And how many others！ Oh； truly； you may well speak of Bohemia with contempt。 But your fashionable doctor's clientele； oh sublime Jenkins； consists of that very thing alone。 The Bohemia of commerce； of finance； of politics； unclassed people； shady people of all castes； and the higher one ascends the more you find of them； because rank gives impunity and wealth can pay for rude silence。〃
She spoke with a hard tone； greatly excited； with lip curled by a savage disdain。 The doctor forced a laugh and assumed a light； condescending tone； repeating： 〃Ah； feather…brain； feather…brain！〃 And his glance； anxious and beseeching； sought the Nabob； as though to demand his pardon for all these paradoxical impertinences。
But Jansoulet； far from appearing vexed； was so proud of posing to this handsome artist； so appreciative of the honour that was being done him； that he nodded his head approvingly。
〃She is right； Jenkins；〃 said he at last； 〃she is right。 It is we who are the true Bohemia。 Take me； for example； take Hemerlingue； two of the men who handle the most money in Paris。 When I think of the point from which we started； of all the trades through which we have made our way。 Hemerlingue； once keeper of a regimental canteen。 I； who have carried sacks of wheat in the docks of Marseilles for my living。 And the strokes of luck by which our fortunes have been built upas all fortunes； moreover； in these times are built up。 Go to the Bourse between three and five。 But； pardon； mademoiselle； see； through my absurd habit of gesticulating when I speak； I have lost the pose。 Come； is this right？〃
〃It is useless；〃 said Felicia。 A true daughter of an artist； of a genial and dissolute artist； thoroughly in the romantic tradition； as was Sebastien Ruys。 She had never known her mother。 She was the fruit of one of those transient loves which used to enter suddenly into the bachelor life of the sculptor like swallows into a dovecote of which the door is always open； and who leave it again because no nest can be built there。
This time； the lady； ere she flew away； had left to the great artist； then about forty years of age； a beautiful child whom he had brought up； and who became the joy and the passion of his life。 Until she was thirteen； Felicia had lived in her father's house； introducing a childish and tender note into that studio full of idlers； models； and huge greyhounds lying at full length on the couches。 There was a corner reserved for her； for her attempts at sculpture； a whole miniature equipment； a tripod； wax； etc。； and old Ruys would cry to those who entered：
〃Don't go there。 Don't move anything。 That is the little one's corner。〃
So it came about that at ten years old she scarcely knew how to read and could handle the boasting…tool with marvellous skill。 Ruys would have liked to keep always with him this child whom he never felt to be in the way； a member of the great brotherhood from her earliest years。 But it was pitiful to see the little girl amid the free behaviour of the frequenters of the house； the constant going and coming of the models； the discussions of an art； so to speak； entirely physical； and even at the noisy Sunday dinner…parties； sitting among five or six women； to all of whom her father spoke familiarly。 There were actresses； dancers or singers； who； after dinner； would settle themselves down to smoke with their elbows on the table absorbed in the indecent stories so keenly relished by their host。 Fortunately； childhood is protected by a resisting candour； by an enamel over which all impurities glide。 Felicia became noisy； turbulent； ill…behaved； but without being touched by all that passed over her little soul so near to earth。
Every year； in the summer； she used to go to stay for a few days with her godmother； Constance Crenmitz； the elder Crenmitz； whom all Europe had called for so long 〃the famous dancer；〃 and who lived in peaceful retirement at Fontainebleau。
The arrival of the 〃little demon〃 used to bring into the life of the old dancer an element of disturbance from which she had afterward all the year to recover。 The frights which the child caused her by her daring in climbing； in jumping； in riding； all the passionate transports of her wild nature made this visit for her at once delicious and terrible； delicious for she adored Felicia； the one family tie that remained to this poor old salamander in retirement after thirty years of fluttering in the glare of the footlights； terrible； for the demon used to upset without pity the dancer's house； decorated； carefully ordered； perfumed； like her dressing…room at the opera； and adorned with a museum of souvenirs dated from every stage in the world。
Constance Crenmitz was the one feminine element in Felicia's childhood。 Futile； limited in mind； she had at least a coquettish taste； agile fingers that knew how to sew； to embroider； to arrange things； to leave in every corner of the room their dainty and individual trace。 She alone undertook to train up the wild young plant； and to awaken with discretion the woman in this strange being on whom cloaks； furs； everything elegant devised by fashion； seemed to take odd folds or look curiously awkward。
It was the dancer againin what neglect must she not have lived； this little Ruyswho； triumphing over the paternal selfishness； insisted upon a necessary separation； when Felicia was twelve or thirteen years old； and she took also the responsibility of finding a suitable school； a school which she selected of deliberate purpose； very comfortable and
