the brotherhood of consolation-第23部分

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show　you　what　sort　of　men　those　Chouans　were。　The　crowd　which
assembled　to　hear　the　trial　was　immense；　it　even　filled　the　corridors
and　the　square　before　the　court…house。　One　morning；　after　the　opening
of　the　court…room　and　before　the　arrival　of　the　judges；　Pille…Miche；　a
famous　Chouan；　sprang　over　the　balustrade　into　the　middle　of　the
crowd；　elbowing　right　and　left；　'charging　like　a　wild　boar；'　as　Bordin
told　me；　through　the　frightened　people。　The　guards　and　the　gendarmes
dashed　after　him　and　caught　him　just　as　he　reached　the　square；　after
that　the　guards　were　doubled。　A　picket　of　gendarmerie　was　stationed　in
the　square；　for　they　feared　there　were　Chouans　on　the　ground　ready　to
rescue　the　prisoners。　As　it　was；　three　persons　were　crushed　to　death
on　this　occasion。　It　was　afterwards　discovered　that　Contenson　（neither
my　friend　Bordin　nor　I　could　ever　bring　ourselves　to　call　him　the
Baron　des　Tours…Minieres；　nor　Bryond　which　is　the　name　of　an　old
family）；it　was；　I　say；　discovered　that　this　wretch　Contenson　had
obtained　sixty　thousand　francs　of　the　stolen　money　from　the
Chaussards；　he　gave　ten　thousand　to　the　younger　Chaussard；　whom　he
took　with　him　into　the　detective　police　and　innoculated　with　his
vices；　his　other　accomplices　got　nothing　from　him。　Madame　de　la
Chanterie　invested　the　money　restored　to　her　by　the　king　in　the　public
Funds；　and　bought　this　house　to　please　her　uncle；　Monsieur　de
Boisfrelon；　who　gave　her　the　money　for　the　purpose；　and　died　in　the
rooms　you　now　occupy。　This　tranquil　neighborhood　is　near　the
archbishop's　palace；　where　our　dear　abbe　has　duties　with　the　cardinal。
That　was　one　of　the　chief　reasons　why　Madame　agreed　to　her　uncle's
wish。　Here；　in　this　cloistral　life；　the　fearful　misfortunes　which
overwhelmed　her　for　twenty…six　years　have　been　brought　to　a　close。　Now
you　can　understand　the　majesty；　the　grandeur　of　this　victimaugust；　I
venture　to　call　her。〃

〃Yes；〃　said　Godefroid；　〃the　imprint　of　all　the　blows　she　has　received
remains　and　gives　her　something；　I　can　scarcely　describe　it；　that　is
grand　and　majestic。〃

〃Every　wound；　every　fresh　blow；　has　increased　her　patience；　her
resignation；〃　continued　Alain；　〃but　if　you　knew　her　as　we　know　her　you
would　see　how　keen　is　her　sensibility；　how　active　the　inexhaustible
tenderness　of　her　heart；　and　you　would　almost　stand　in　awe　of　the
tears　she　had　shed；　and　the　fervent　prayers　she　had　made　to　God。　Ah！
it　was　necessary　to　have　known；　as　she　did；　a　brief　period　of
happiness　to　bear　up　as　she　has　done　under　such　misfortunes。　Here　is　a
tender　heart；　a　gentle　soul　in　a　steel　body　hardened　by　privations；　by
toil；　by　austerities。〃

〃Her　life　explains　why　hermits　live　so　long；〃　said　Godefroid。

〃There　are　days　when　I　ask　myself　what　is　the　meaning　of　a　life　like
hers？　Can　it　be　that　God　reserves　such　trials；　such　cruel　tests；　for
those　of　his　creatures　who　are　to　sit　on　the　morrow　of　their　death　at
his　right　hand？〃　said　the　good　Alain；　quite　unconscious　that　he　was
artlessly　expressing　the　whole　doctrine　of　Swedenborg　on　the　angels。

〃And　you　tell　me；〃　said　Godefroid；　〃that　in　prison　Madame　de　la
Chanterie　was　put　with〃

〃Madame　was　sublime　in　her　prison；〃　said　Alain。　〃For　three　whole　years
she　realized　the　story　of　the　Vicar　of　Wakefield；　and　was　able　to
convert　many　of　the　worst　women　about　her。　During　her　imprisonment　she
observed　the　habits　and　customs　of　these　women；　and　was　seized　with
that　great　pity　for　the　sorrows　of　the　people　which　has　since　filled
her　soul　and　made　her　the　angel　of　Parisian　charity。　In　that　dreadful
Bicetre　of　Rouen；　she　conceived　the　plan　to　the　realization　of　which
we　are　now　devoted。　It　was；　she　has　often　told　us；　a　delightful　dream；
an　angelic　inspiration　in　the　midst　of　hell；　though　she　never　thought
she　should　realize　it。　When；　in　1819；　peace　and　quietude　seemed　really
to　return　to　Paris；　her　dream　came　back　to　her。　Madame　la　Duchesse
d'Angouleme；　afterwards　the　dauphine；　the　Duchesse　de　Berry；　the
archbishop；　later　the　chancellor；　and　several　pious　persons
contributed　liberally　the　first　necessary　sums。　These　funds　have　been
increased　by　the　addition　of　our　own　available　property；　from　which　we
take　only　enough　for　our　actual　needs。〃

Tears　came　into　Godefroid's　eyes。

〃We　are　the　ministers　of　a　Christian　idea；　we　belong　body　and　soul　to
its　work；　the　spirit　of　which；　the　founder　of　which；　is　the　Baronne　de
la　Chanterie；　whom　you　hear　us　so　respectfully　call　'Madame。'〃

〃Ah！　let　me　belong　to　you！〃　cried　Godefroid；　stretching　out　his　hands
to　the　kind　old　man。

〃Now　you　understand　why　there　are　some　subjects　of　conversation　which
are　never　mentioned　here；　nor　even　alluded　to。　You　can　now　see　the
obligations　of　delicacy　that　all　who　live　in　this　house　contract
towards　one　who　seems　to　us　a　saint。　You　comprehenddo　you　not？the
influence　of　a　woman　made　sacred　by　such　sorrows；　who　knows　so　many
things；　to　whom　anguish　has　said　its　utmost　word；　who　from　each
adversity　has　drawn　instruction；　in　whom　all　virtues　have　the　double
strength　of　cruel　trial　and　of　constant　practice；　whose　soul　is
spotless　and　without　reproach；　whose　motherhood　knew　only　grief；　whose
married　love　knew　only　bitterness；　on　whom　life　smiled　for　a　brief
time　only；　but　for　whom　heaven　reserves　a　palm；　the　reward　of
resignation　and　of　loving…kindness　under　sorrow。　Ah！　does　she　not　even
triumph　over　Job　in　never　murmuring？　Can　you　wonder　that　her　words　are
so　powerful；　her　old　age　so　young；　her　soul　so　communicative；　her
glance　so　convincing？　She　has　obtained　extraordinary　powers　in　dealing
with　sufferers；　for　she　has　suffered　all　things。〃

〃She　is　the　living　image　of　Charity！〃　cried　Godefroid；　fervently。　〃Can
I　ever　be　one　of　you？〃

〃You　must　first　endure　the　tests；　and　above　all　BELIEVE！〃　said　the　old
man；　gently。　〃So　long　as　you　have　no　faith；　so　long　as　you　have　not
absorbed　into　your　heart　and　mind　the　divine　meaning　of　Saint　Paul's
epistle　upon　Charity；　you　cannot　share　our　work。〃




SECOND　EPISODE

THE　INITIATE



XI

THE　POLICE　OF　THE　GOOD　GOD

Like　evil；　good　is　contagious。　Therefore　when　Madame　de　la　Chanterie's
lodger　had　lived　in　that　old　and　silent　house　for　some　months　after
the　worthy　Alain's　last　confidence；　which　gave　him　the　deepest　respect
for　the　religious　lives　of　those　among　whom　his　was　cast；　he
experienced　that　well…being　of　the　soul　which　comes　of　a　regulated
existence；　gentle　customs；　and　harmony　of　nature　in　those　who　surround
us。　At　the　end　of　four　months；　during　which　time　Godefroid　heard
neither　a　loud　voice　nor　an　argument；　he　could　not　remember　that　he
had　ever　been；　if　not　as　happy；　at　least　as　tranquil　and　contented。　He
now　judged　soundly　of　the　world；　seeing　it　from　afar。　At　last；　the
desire　he　had　felt　for　months　to　be　a　sharer　in　the　work　of　these
mysterious　persons　became　a　passion。　Without　being　great　philosophers
we　can　all　understand　the　force　which　passions　acquire　in　solitude。

Thus　it　happened　that　one　daya　day　made　solemn　by　the　power　of　the
spirit　within　himGodefroid　again　went　up　to　see　the　good　old　Alain；
him　whom　Madame　de　la　Chanterie　called　her　〃lamb；〃　the　member　of　the
community　who　seemed　to　Godefroid　the　least　imposing；　the　most
approachable　member　of　the　fraternity；　intending　to　obtain　from　him
some　definite　light　on　the　conditions　of　the　sacred　work　to　which
these　brothers　of　God　were　dedicated。　The　allusions　made　to　a　period
of　trial　seemed　to　imply　an　initiation；　which　he　was　now　desirous　of
receiving。　His　curiosity　had　not　been　satisfied　by　what　the　venerable
old　man　had　already　told　him　as　to　the　causes　which　led　to　the　work　of
Madame　de　la　Chanterie；　he　wanted　to　know　more。

For　the　third　time　Godefroid　entered　Monsieur　Alain's　room；　just　as
the　old　man　was　beginning　his　evening　reading　of　the　〃Imitation　of
Jesus　Christ。〃　This　time　the　kindly　soul　did　not　restrain　a　smile　when
he　saw　the　young　man；　and　he　said　at　once；　without　allowing　Godefroid
to　speak：

〃Why　do　you　come　to　me；　my　dear　boy；　why　not　go　to　Madame？　I　am　the
most　ignorant；　the　most　imperfect；　the　least　spiritual　of　our　number。
For　the　last　three　days；〃　he　added；　with　a　shrewd　little　glance；
〃Madame　and　my　other　friends　have　read　your　heart。〃

〃What　have　they　read　there？〃　asked　Godefroid。

〃Ah！〃　replied　the　goodman；　without　evasion；　〃they　see　in　you　a　rather
artless　desire　to　belong　to　our　little　flock。　But　this　sentiment　is
not　yet　an　ardent　vocation。　Yes；〃　he　continued；　replying　to　a　gesture
of　Godefroid's；　〃you　have　more　curiosity　than　fervor。　You　are　not　yet
so　detached　from　your　old　ideas　that　you　do　not　look　forward　to
something　adventurous；　romantic；　as　they　say；　in　the　incidents　of　our
life。〃

Godefroid　could　not　keep　himself　from　blushing。

〃You　see　a　likeness　between　our　occupations　and　those　of　the　caliphs
of　the　'Arabian　Nights；'　and　you　are　thinking　about　the　satisfaction
you　will　have　in　playing　the　part　of　the　good　genii　in　the　tales　of
benevolence　you　are　inventing。　Ah；　my　dear　boy！　that　shame…faced　laugh
of　yours　proves　to　me　that　we　were　quite　right　in　that　conjecture。　How
do　you　expect　to　conceal　any　feeling　from　persons　whose　business　it　is
to　divine　the　most　hidden　motion　of　souls；　the　tricks　of　poverty；　the
calculations　of　indigence；honest　spies；　the　police　of　the　good　God；
old　judges；　whose　code　contains　nothing　but　absolutions；　doctors　of
suffering；　whose　only　remedy　is　oftentimes　the　wise　application　of
money？　But；　you　see；　my　child；　we　don't　wish　to　quarrel　with　the
motives　which　bring　us　a　neophyte；　provided　he　will　really　stay　and
become　a　brother　of　the　order。　We　shall　judge　you　by　your　work。　There
are　two　kinds　of　curiosity；that　of　good　and　that　of　evil；　just　at
this　moment　you　have　that　of　good。　If　you　should　work　in　our　vineyard；
the　juice　of　our　grapes　will　make　you　perpetually　thirsty　for　the
divine　fruit。　The　initiation　is；　as　in　that　of　all　natural　knowledge；
easy　in　appearance；　difficult　in　reality。　Benevolence　is　like　poesy；
nothing　is　easier　than　to　catch　the　appearance　of　it。　But　here；　as　in
Parnassus；　nothing　contents　us　but　perfection。　To　become　one　to　us；
you　must　acquire　a　great　knowledge　of　life。　And　what　a　life；good
God！　Parisian　life