Chapter 6 chapter Five

The next day, before noon, Frederick went out and bought a box of paints, some brushes, and a stand.Pellerin promised to tutor him, and Frederick brought him home to show him that he had all his painting supplies. Darorolier has returned.There was also a young man sitting on the sofa, and Delores introduced to Frederick: "He is Seneca!" Frederick did not like the young man.He has a high forehead, but he has cropped his head flat.The forehead is more clearly exposed.In those gray eyes, there was a harsh and indifferent expression; wearing a long black tuxedo, the whole attire revealed a sense of bachelor and priest.

At the beginning, we chatted about some small things in life, such as the "Madonna of Pain"; when asked what Seneca's opinion was, he replied solemnly that he never went to the theater.Pellerin opened the paint box. "Are you able to use all these things?" Dai Luolier asked. "of course!" "Oh! What are you doing?" He bent over the desk and found the math tutor flipping through a book.It was his own book, and he was reading part of it quietly.And Pellerin and Frederick were looking at palettes, knives, and brush-washing utensils together.Finally, they talked about the dinner at the Arnoux's.

"You're talking about the art dealer, aren't you? A scumbag!" Seneca asked. "Why do you say that?" Pellerin said. Seneca replied: "He's a bastard who extorts money through dastardly fraud!" Next he told about a well-known lithograph of the royal family, each doing different things: Louis Philippe holding a code, the queen is praying, the ladies are embroidering, practicing Jian, Mr. is pointing out the map to his younger brothers; here, a double bed can be vaguely seen.This painting was named "The House of Deshan", which was appreciated by the bourgeoisie, but hurt the hearts of patriotic soldiers.Pellerin, who seemed to be the author of the painting, replied in a rueful tone that they had their reasons.Seneca, on the other hand, disagreed.Art must first face the masses and conform to the moral concepts of the masses!A painter should paint some paintings with healthy content; other works are unhealthy.

Pellerin cried: "According to you, drawing a successful work depends on the method of painting? If this is the case, wouldn't I be able to draw many famous paintings!" "That's your own business, no one else can control it! You don't have the right..." "why?" "No why, sir! You can't make me say what I don't want to say! What's the point of those little carved things like the Venus and your landscapes? I don't see them What is the meaning to the masses! Let us examine the painful life of the people, it is meaningful to do so. Inspire us to dedicate ourselves to the people! To be honest, there are many materials: farmhouses, workshops..."

Pellerin was so angry that he was speechless. After a while, he felt that he had a basis, so he said: "Do you think it's okay?" "Yes!" Seneca agreed. "He was the pioneer of the French Revolution. I admire him." "Ha! The Revolution! What's that! There never was a worse time than the Revolution!" "Sir, it should be said that the Great Revolution was the most popular!" Pellerin folded his arms, looked at him and said: "You are an imposing National Guard!" He faced an eloquent opponent, who retorted him: "On the contrary! I hate the National Guard as much as you do! But if you don't give up on those theories, you may lead the masses astray! In fact, it would be good for the government, if there were not so many bastards like Arnoux who were in the same boat with the government , the government cannot be so strong.”

Pellerin was defending Arnoux because he had been annoyed by Seneca's words.He also said that Jacques Arnoux was a kind man who treated his friends well and loved his wife. "Forget it! If someone is willing to pay a lot of money, he will definitely ask her to be a model." Frederick's face turned pale all of a sudden. "Sir, has he done anything to apologize to you?" "Excuse me? Nope! Just bumped into him while I was having coffee with friends. That's it." What Seneca said was true.But he was tired of reading the advertisements in "Craft Pictorial" every day.In his view, Arnoux was a representative of a certain class that he believed to be harmful to the people.He was a dignified republican, undemanding, and of a manly and upright disposition, who suspected all impracticality as corruption.

This debate cannot go on.Then Pellerin suddenly remembered that he had to hurry to his appointment, and Seneca remembered that the students were still waiting for him.After they left, the room was silent for a long time, and finally, Deloris asked about Arnou. "Old friend, you will take me to his house in the future, won't you?" "Yes!" Frederick agreed. Then they started discussing work arrangements.Without any difficulty, Dellorie got a job as a deputy secretary in an attorney's office, signed up for law school, and bought back the books he needed.In this way, the kind of life they had imagined before came true.

A wonderful life began in their fiery youth.Deloris did not mention at all the question of how to bear the expenses of life, and it was not easy for Frederick to bring it up.It was left to Frederick alone to pay for all the expenses, to tidy the wardrobe, and to do all the housework.But if you want to teach the concierge a lesson, you have to let the secretary do it. He still plays the role of bodyguard and brother like he did in middle school. They separate themselves during the day and stay together at night.They sat separately by the fire, each doing his own work, but they all stopped after a while.They chatted endlessly, laughed for no reason; occasionally they quarreled with each other because of a smoking lamp or a missing book, and a minute later they would laugh and make up again.

The door of the cabin was always open, and they were lying on their own beds, chatting at such a distance. Every morning, they would walk on the platform in their shirts.The sun has risen from the east, and there is a mist on the river, and dogs are biting wildly at the nearby flower market; strands of green smoke float from their pipes, floating in the clean air, and the hazy sleepy eyes Blown away by the crisp air.Bathed in this pure air, they felt rejuvenated. Every weekend, if it doesn't rain, they must go out together and walk on the street arm in arm.The two will coincidentally think about the same thing, and sometimes turn a blind eye to everything around them because they are so absorbed in the conversation.What Dai Luoliye values ​​is money, and regards money as the most effective tool to enslave others.If he is rich, many people will worship at his feet, he will be famous all over the world, invite three secretaries to serve him, and hold a political banquet once a week.And Frederick fancied that he could have a palace of a mosque, lie on a cashmere sofa bed all day, with a fountain trickling beside him, and be served by many black people-speaking of the end, the objects in the fantasy began It became real, it seemed that everything before had disappeared, and he was very sad.

"What are you talking about, we won't have it!" he said. "Maybe that's not the case?" Délorie replied. Although he was a democrat, he still hoped that Frederick would take him to Mr. Dombrose.Frederick opposed his plot. "Okay! Go again, they will definitely invite you!" By mid-March, they had received a lot of bills, including bills from restaurants.Frederick didn't have enough money to repay the debt, so he paid one hundred crowns from Therolier; after a fortnight, he went to borrow another hundred crowns from him, which angered Therolier, and criticized him for not paying the bill. Should go to Arnoux to splurge.

Indeed, Frederick was a big spender.In the center of the three walls of the room were hung landscapes, of Venice, of Naples, of Constantinople, scattered equestrian portraits by Alfred de Deleur, and a fireplace There are statues plastered all over the house, "Craft Illustrated" is stacked on the piano, and the four corners of the room are full of discarded drawings. These things have filled the room, and I want to put a book, I want to lift it Arms are very difficult.But Frederick felt that if he wanted to paint well, it was impossible not to do so. He studied painting with Pellerin.And Pellerin had a rule that no matter what the newspaper said about the funeral, he had to be there, so he spent most of his time outside.Frederick was left alone in the studio for hours.The big house was very quiet, and even the sound of running mice could be heard clearly; the light from the ceiling windows and the rumble of the fire in the stove made him feel good.Next, his energy was not concentrated on painting.He began to study the shells on the walls, and the busts on the bookshelves were covered in dust and looked like they were covered in velvet.Like a lost tourist in the woods, every time he finds a way, he can lead to the destination, and Mrs. Arnoux is accompanied by the shadow of Mrs. Arnoux in every thought. He chose a time to visit her, but when he reached the third floor and came to her door, he hesitated again, not having the guts to ring the doorbell.Wait for the people in the room to get closer and closer, and open the door.He seemed to feel a sense of relief when the maid told him that "the wife is not at home." He had seen her after all.The first time, she was with three wives; the second time was one afternoon, when Miss Marthe's scribe suddenly came again.The men who had been received by Madame Arnoux stopped calling on her.Frederick, out of caution, did not go either. However, in order to have the opportunity to go to her house for dinner every Thursday, he regularly went to the craft club every Wednesday.He pretended to be admiring prints, or reading newspapers, and he didn't leave until everyone was gone. Sometimes he stayed longer than Lerampa, and he persisted until the end.Arnoux finally spoke: "Do you have time tomorrow night?" Before he finished speaking, Frederick had agreed.Arnoux seemed to be very concerned about him, and told him how to distinguish good wine from bad, how to warm up punch, and how to cook pheasant in red.Frederick was completely obedient to him, and did as he was told, as far as Madame Arnoux was concerned!Her furniture, her servants, her house, and the street in which she lived, Frederick liked everything. At the dinner party, he seldom spoke and watched her quietly.There was a small mole on her right temple; the kerchief she wore was black and shiny, and the sides seemed to be damp all the time; she always raised two fingers to touch the kerchief.He could see the shape of her nails clearly; he would be delighted to hear the friction of her dress through the door as she walked; he would secretly smell the fragrance of her handkerchief.In his eyes, her comb, gloves, and ring are all treasures, as precious as works of art, and as full of vitality as people. He couldn't hide this emotion from Delorolier.Whenever he returned from Madame Arnoux's, he always deliberately woke Délorier to express his feelings to him. Delores' bed was placed by the pool in the wooden shed, and he yawned.Frederick sat down on the lower part of his bed, and began with the account of the dinner, and then with many other trifles.In his eyes, if you don't take a contemptuous attitude towards these small things, it is the expression of love.For example, once, when she was not happy to take his arm, she went to help Dieterme, and he was very sad. "Oh! Why are you so stupid!" Perhaps, she only regards him as a "friend". "If that's the case, fight for it with all your might!" "I have no courage," said Frederick. "In that case, stop wishful thinking! Good night!" Delores turned around and fell asleep with his back to him.He could not understand this feeling at all, and regarded it as the greatest shortcoming of young people.Perhaps it was because the friendship between Delorist and him could no longer meet his emotional needs, so Frederick thought of a way to invite his friends to get together once a week. After nine o'clock on Saturday night, their friends were all there.The room was carefully furnished, with three curtains of Algerian cloth, and an oil lamp and four candles; an ashtray stood in the middle of the table, with pipes on it; Teapot, small bottle of rum and some pastries.Everyone is debating whether the soul can never die, and commenting on the ability of the professor. One night, Yu Suonei led a young man in a tuxedo. He was physically strong, the cuffs of the tuxedo were too short to cover his wrists, and he moved slowly.He was the young man they asked the police to let go last year. Since he couldn't retrieve the booklet he lost at the scene of the riot, the boss thought he had stolen it and threatened him that he would sue him in court.Now he is doing odd jobs for a freight company.This morning, Yusonet met him at the corner of a certain street; Dussadier was curious and wanted to meet this man, so Yusonet brought him here. He handed Frederick the full cigar-case, which he hoped to return some day, and which he kept carefully all the time.The young people in the room all hoped that he could return it, and he did come again. There is a tacit understanding between them.First, they all hated the government equally, terribly.Among them, only Martinon was doing his best to protect Louis Philippe.Others besieged him with some well-known scandals published in the newspapers, such as Pritchar, so that Martinon became the target of public criticism and fell silent.In seven years of middle school, he was never punished for doing extra homework; in law school, he tried his best to impress his professors.Every day, he wears a bright gray voluminous coat and overshoes.Suddenly one night, he dressed up as if he was going to be a bride in a wedding hall, with a fleece vest with an upturned collar, a white tie, and a gold chain. People were even more astonished when they learned that he had just returned from Mr. Dombrose's.It turned out to be like this: the banker Mr. Dombrose bought a large forest from the old Martinon some time ago, and the old Martinon introduced his son to him by the way, so he invited them to the dinner. "Is the fragrance strong? Do you want to make out with his wife in the gap between the two doors..." Dai Luoliye asked directly like this. Next, everyone started talking about women.Pellerin denies that there is any beauty in the world, because he loves tigers more than women; from an aesthetic point of view, women are inferior. "A woman's breasts, her hair... sure to confuse your soul, and especially corrupt your mind." "And that flowing black hair, big round eyes..." "Hey! I'm tired of hearing this!" exclaimed Yusone. "I've seen too many Andalusian women in the racetrack! It's not a rare thing? Sorry! After all, it's not nonsense! A beautiful There's so much more to the women! Fuck it! We're going to make a real one! We're happy to live in!" Good wine, drink it!Beauty, open your smiling face! "I don't want a brown-haired woman, I want a yellow-haired one. What do you mean, old man Dussardier?" Dussardier was silent.People want to see his aesthetic point of view, they are urging him. "Then let me talk about it." He blushed and said, "My idea is that I am willing to love only one woman for the rest of my life and never regret it!" His words were so sincere that there was no sound in the room immediately. Some people were moved by his sincerity, and some were probably stabbed by his words, hurting the despicable desire for beauty in their hearts. Seneca put down the beer in his hand, and said solemnly, if adultery is like violence, and marriage is corrupt, then you have to give up the right to love.Dai Luoliye thinks that women are just for fun, and there is only such a meaning!M. de Sizzi, on the other hand, was a little afraid of women. Mr. De Sizzi has lived with his kind old grandmother since he was a child, and has never been exposed to the outside world. This kind of gathering of young people is as attractive to him as the Garden of Gardens, and he has benefited a lot from studying at the Sorbonne University. .People try their best to guide him, and he is also very confident, and wants to try smoking, but every time he smokes, he feels uncomfortable.Frederick was even more concerned.He admired the color of De Sizzi's tie, liked the fur of his leather coat, and especially admired the thin pair of short shoes, which looked so simple and elegant, and seemed to exude a kind of arrogance; Cars will be waiting on the street below. One snowy night, just as De Sizzi left, Seneca felt sympathy for his coachman.Then he began to criticize wearing yellow gloves, criticizing the equestrian club, despising those wealthy young men, but admiring a worker. "I have no money, I need a job to survive!" "That's normal!" Frederick was tired of hearing it, and couldn't help but finally said it. The tutor has always held a grudge against his words. Interestingly, Lerembard said that he had met Seneca once, and that Frederick, wishing to please Arnoux's friend, had brought him to the weekend gathering.The two patriots met in a pleasant atmosphere. The difference between the two is quite large. Seneca, the pointy head, was only interested in policy.But Liranba is different. He pays attention to the reality, and he can't say anything without the reality.Especially what made him feel uneasy and worried.He said that he is proficient in artillery, and every time he makes clothes, he must go to the Paris Polytechnic School to ask a tailor to cut them. The first time I came here, I invited him to eat pastries. He shrugged his shoulders contemptuously, pouted his lips, and said it was a way to curry favor with women.In the next few meetings, I didn't see how particular he was.As soon as the debate started, when the debate reached its climax, he muttered there: "Oh, don't talk about Utopia! Don't think about it!" ), but he did not come up with any valuable arguments.He equated the works of Voltaire with those of Voltaire, and put Miss Warners together only because Miss Warners wrote a Polish ode, which talked about martial spirit.In the end, everyone hated Leramba, and Deloris hated him the most because he was a person close to Arnoux.Although Delorolier said so, he very much hoped that he could associate with the Arnoux family, and hoped that he could make some real friends through this. "When on earth are you taking me to him?" he always said to Frederick.And Frederick always said that Arnoux was too busy with work or went out to play; in fact, there was no need to think about it anymore, because the dinner at Arnoux's house was almost over. Even if he sacrificed everything for Deloris, Frederick would not hesitate.However, on weekdays, Frederick is well-dressed, obviously superior to others, and he is very concerned about his words and deeds and dress, even every time he goes to the craft club, his gloves are neatly worn, and there is no fault. Therefore, when He saw the old black coat of Derorolier, his serious face and self-righteous words, and he was afraid that Derorolier would annoy Madame Arnoux and involve himself, which would damage his dignity.Therefore, he will satisfy everyone's request except him, even if he begs in every possible way, he will not agree.Thérorlier also at last discovered that he had not kept his word; Frederick's silence had hurt him greatly. Deloris intended to guide him carefully so that he could realize his boyhood ideals.However, Frederick was doing nothing all day long, and seemed to be against Derorolier, so Derorolier was very angry.Frederick's mind was devoted to Madame Arnoux, and Arnoux was always on his lips.Delores began to stimulate him, adding Arnou to the end of every sentence, repeating it hundreds of times a day, like a demented verbal fear.If someone knocked on the door, he would reply: "Come in, Arnoux!" When he arrived at the restaurant, he would have a piece of "Arnou-style" Brie cheese; Nu! Arnou!" At last Frederick could bear it no longer, and begged him: "Stop bothering me, calling Arnou all the time!" "No!" Darorolier replied. He is always there!everywhere!Rain or shine, Arnou is forever... "Shut up!" cried Frederick, clenching his fists.Then he said: "You should understand, this is the one thing that bothers me the most." "I'm sorry. Honey, from now on, I will obey you! Please forgive me! I'm really sorry!" Dai Luolier said, bowing deeply. Even if the joke is over. One evening three weeks later, Dai Luolier told him: "Hey! I just met her, Madame Arnoux!" "where!" "At the palace, with attorney Barlander; she is brown-haired and of medium height, isn't she?" Frederick was right.He thought Delorolier would go on.If he had uttered a compliment, he would have had a hearty chat with him; he was all ready to kiss Délorier; but he remained silent.At last he could bear it no longer, and asked him nonchalantly what he thought of Madame Arnoux. D'Orolier replied: "It's okay, but not attractive at all". "Hey! Why do you say that..." said Frederick. With August approaching, it was time for him to take his second exam.His usual practice is to review for about half a month before the exam.Frederick firmly believed that he had this ability. He read the first four volumes of the Code, the first three volumes of the Criminal Code, and several chapters of the Criminal Procedure Code, some Civil Codes, and Mr. Poncelet's explanations day and night.On the night before the exam, Delores asked him to briefly repeat it to him until dawn; not a minute was wasted, and Delores was still asking him questions on the way. Since several subjects were being tested at the same time, the campus was full of people, including Yu Suonei and Xiqi.It is the same batch of classmates who will take the exam, and no one will miss the exam.Frederick put on his black robe, and went to his examination, with a crowd waiting behind him; three fellow students entered with him.He came into a bright hall, lighted through the open windows, with benches set against the walls.In the center of the hall stood a table covered with a green tablecloth and surrounded by leather chairs.Candidates and examiners sit on opposite sides of the table separately.The examiner wears a red robe, a weasel fur sash, and a melon cap with a yellow brim. The serial number of Frederick's exam is the second to last, which is not a good position.The first question distinguished between a covenant and a contract, and his answer was reversed, exactly the opposite position.The professor was very kind and reminded him: "Sir, don't worry, take it easy!" Then he took two more simple questions, but his answers were also ambiguous, and the examiner asked a fourth question.Frederick was dampened by a bad start.Dai Luoliye hinted to him in the crowd on the opposite side that there is still room for salvation.The second round of the exam was about criminal law, and I was barely able to answer.When it came to the third round of the secret test, the examiner didn't respond to his answer. He panicked. Seeing Yu Suone clasping his palms together to clap his hands, Dai Lolier kept moving his shoulders.The final test is the procedural law: the test question is "objection by a third party".The professor heard that the theory he answered was exactly the opposite of what he had said. He was very annoyed and kept asking him: "Sir, is that your point of view? How do you connect the Accidental Assault Act with Article 135 of the Civil Code?" Frederick had worked overtime all night and felt a little dizzy at this moment.A ray of light came through a gap in the venetian blind, hitting his face just right.He stood there, leaning on a chair, staggering, his hand still tugging at his beard. "I want you to answer me quickly!" said the examiner wearing a melon cap. Perhaps the appearance of Frederick annoyed him, and he added: "Is there an answer in your beard?" This sentence made people laugh out loud.The professor felt very proud.He asked Frederick two more questions, one of grace and one of quick fix; at last he affirmed the student's answer.The defense exam was over, and Frederick returned to the hall. Just as the workers were helping him to untie the black robe and prepare to put it on for another examinee, his friends crowded around him and guessed his score with each other. The head is big.Not long after, a voice announcing the results came from the entrance of the hall: "The third candidate... make up the exam!" "It's over!" Yu Suonei said, "Let's go!" At the porter's they met Martinon, whose cheeks were flushed, and who looked happy, his eyes were wide open, and his head was beaming with joy.He just passed the last few homework exams, and he missed the thesis exam. Within half a month, he will be able to receive his master's certificate.His family met a minister, and Wanli Pengcheng was waiting for him. "The boy ran ahead of you!" said Delores. The most intolerable in the world, his peers outshone himself and elated.In a fit of anger, Frederick told him: "I can't match him, he has a great future." Yu Sonei turned and wanted to leave, but Frederick grabbed him and told him: "When you go to Arnoux, don't talk about it, keep it a secret!" This was easy to do, since Arnoux set off for Germany the next day. In the evening, when Délorie came back, he felt that something was wrong with his friend: he was spinning on the spot with his heels on his feet, and he was whistling.Deloris was wondering, when Frederick told him that he was not going back to his hometown for vacation, and that he was going to study hard here. He was very excited when he learned that Arnoux had gone far away.This time he can go in and out of his house without any scruples, and he doesn't have to be afraid of being disturbed when he visits.Believing it to be true, he had nothing to fear.He can't leave her, can't live without her!He felt that there was a very strong chain locking him, fastening him tightly. This was a kind of inner voice, it was calling him. However, things did not go smoothly.He wrote a letter to his mother, at least he passed his mother's test.In his letter, he said that he failed the exam because the teaching content had been changed. This was an accident and he felt wronged; when.He decided to make up the exam again in November.Therefore, if he wanted to use this vacation to study, he would not go home. He also asked his mother to send him three months' expenses, plus 250 francs for making up lessons, which must not be less.He said all this very movingly, wrote all his remorse and self-blame, and hoped that his mother would forgive him for his unfilial piety. Mrs. Moreau had expected him to be home next day, but what was waiting for him was a letter which caused her great pain.She pressed her son's failure to the bottom of her heart, and wrote back in her letter, "try to get home as soon as possible."Frederick would not submit to her, and the mother and son broke up.But a week later, he still received three months of living expenses and tuition fees, and he immediately went to buy a pair of off-white trousers, a white woolen hat and a thin gold-plated cane. Everything is ready, he thought: "Maybe I'm just wasting my feelings?" He was a little hesitant, helpless. He was wondering if he could visit Madame Arnoux, so he tossed a few coins into the air, and three times the results were auspicious.This may be the call of fate.He called a carriage and went straight to the Rue de Schwarzer. He hurried up the stairs and tugged hard on the rope that held the doorbell.But still can not hear the doorbell ring, he almost fainted. He shook the heavy red silk fringe desperately again, the bell rang, and then there was silence again.Still nowhere to be seen.Frederick was a little apprehensive. He put his ears on the door, and there was no sound inside!Put your eyes on the keyhole and look in, but you can only vaguely see the two reed tips on the wall in the front hall.Just when he was about to leave, he suddenly changed his mind again.He knocked on the door lightly again.This time the door opened, and it was Arnoux himself who came out, his hair disheveled and his face flushed and displeased. "Hey! How did you come here? Come in!" Arnoux took him in, but not to the interior, still less to the bedroom, but to the dining room.I saw a bottle of champagne and two wine glasses on the table.Arnoud said in a low voice: "What can I do, old friend?" "It's okay! It's okay!" Frederick answered him in embarrassment, still thinking about his excuse for coming here. Frederick told him that he had come to find out if he had gone to Germany, which he had heard from Yussone. "No such thing!" Arnoux replied, "this young man is too careless, it's just a rumor!" Frederick walked up and down the dining room to hide his confusion.I accidentally bumped into a chair, knocked the parasol above it to the ground, and smashed the ivory handle to pieces. "Damn it!" he cried. "I broke Madame Arnoux's parasol. I'm so sorry!" After hearing this, Arnoux raised his head and made a strange smile.Frederick hurriedly asked timidly: "Can I see her?" "Her mother was sick, and she went back to take care of her." He didn't have the guts to ask her where her home was and when she would be back. "Chartel! Do you think something is wrong?" "Oh! No! Something's wrong!" Neither of them spoke again.Arnoux lit a cigarette and circled around the table, panting continuously.Frederick leaned his back against the fireplace, staring at the wall, the shelves, the floor.Many fond memories floated in his mind, or in front of his eyes, so to speak.Finally, he left. There was a small ball of paper on the floor of the front hall. Arnoux stooped to pick it up, put his heels up and put it in the doorbell; Frederick shook hands, and bade him tell the porter that he was not there. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, Arnoux slammed the door shut with a loud bang. Frederick walked slowly downstairs.Unexpectedly, the first experiment failed, and he lost confidence in the future.What followed was three months of miserable life.Since he had nothing to do, his leisurely life made him feel sad. He often stood on the balcony for hours, admiring the flowing water between the two gray-white dams; the outlet of a thousand sewers made the dams black; there was a floating board specially used for laundry on the bank There are often naughty children who take the dog into the mud to bathe it.He saw the stone bridge of Notre Dame Cathedral and the three suspension bridges, and then went to Yulin Wharf, looking at the tall trees similar to the linden trees in the port of Montero.Opposite him, in the center of the dense roof, stands the bell of the Saint-Jacques Church, the city government office building, the Saint-Gere Church, and the Saint-Louis Church.The god of liberty, like a shining gold star, illuminates the eastern world.The dome of the Tuileries Palace, against the backdrop of the blue sky, the thick blue dome is more rounded.Just behind this building in that direction is Madame Arnoux's house. Back in the room, he was lying on the couch, his mind was like a mess, thinking hard about his action plan and predicting his future life.In the end, he decided to go outside to relax and relieve himself. He strolled toward the Latin Quarter.Usually it's a mess here, but now that the students are on vacation, it looks deserted.Because it was so quiet, the tall and thick walls of the school looked extraordinarily tall and gloomy.The surroundings were silent, except for the occasional flapping of birds, the roar of machines, and the hammer of a shoemaker.Clothes sellers stood in the middle of the street, testing every household helplessly.The cafe was also deserted, the hostess kept yawning, surrounded by bottles filled with drinks.The newspapers on the table in the reading room are neatly arranged.In the ironing room, the clothes of the female workers were shaking uncontrollably due to the hot wind.He was always standing in front of the old bookstalls; occasionally, when a stagecoach passed by the sidewalk, he immediately turned his head; when he reached the Luxembourg Gardens, he stopped. He wanted to relax, so he went to the road.Through those dark, dank alleys, to the empty squares, where the sun shines and the jagged reflections of huge monuments are sprinkled along the roadside.But the trucks, the shops, and the constant flow of pedestrians irritated him, especially on weekends, when the road from the Bastille to the Madeleine Church was full of smoke, voices, and crowds on the asphalt like a torrent, Wave after wave.看到那些丑陋的面孔，汗流满面的那副呆滞的目光，听着那无聊的话语，他看腻了，听烦了，觉得恶心！又想想自己比他们略胜一筹，厌烦的情绪也就减轻了。 每天，弗雷德利克都要去工艺社走一圈，打探一下阿尔努太太什么时候回来。他仔细问了她母亲的病情。阿尔努始终就一句话，“正在恢复”，他妻子和女儿下周也许会回来。她越是不回来，弗雷德利克就越焦急，就连阿尔努都被他的真诚所感染，请他去了五、六次饭馆。 这段时间的密切往来中，通过交谈，弗雷德利克发现这个商人的智商也不比常人高，于是对他心灰意冷了。阿尔努似乎也感觉到了，也应该让弗雷德利克回请自己了。 弗雷德利克力图把事情做得很圆满，便将所有的新衣服处理给旧货商，换来八十法郎，身上还有一百法郎，于是去邀请阿尔努。恰好列冉巴也在，索性三人一块到了。 列冉巴脱下外套，相信两位会尊重他，便开始点菜。他闲得无聊，跑到操作间对厨师指手画脚，到他熟悉的酒馆中，还叫来了店主，斥责了他一顿，他对这儿的菜、酒以及服务都不满意！每上一道菜，每开一瓶酒，只要菜一入口，酒一下咽，他准会将叉子一甩，酒杯一推；然后往桌子上一爬，狂吼乱叫，发誓再也不到巴黎的菜馆吃饭了！就这样闹个不停，不晓得究竟哪样才对他的脾气，索性来了盘炒青豆，虽然炒得有点生，但也多少让他安静下来了。然后，他和小伙计聊起了这家菜馆过去的那些伙计：“安东尼在做什么？欧仁在哪儿？还有在楼下听差的矮个子戴奥多尔？过去，这儿的酒菜很好吃的，最好的要数勃艮第酒，以后再也喝不到了。” 他们又谈到了郊区的地价，阿尔努一直在做这种生意。可不知为什么，他总是赔。不管给多少钱他都愿意卖，列冉巴自然能够为他找到买方；他俩就拿一支铅笔在那儿不停地划着，到吃完了点心俩人才停下来。 他们又到索蒙街开在楼下的一间咖啡馆喝咖啡。弗雷德利克在那看别人玩了几杆台球，不知道喝了几杯啤酒；不知是自己胆小，还是愚昧；他竟不知不觉地在那呆到半夜，期盼着一种能够让他得到爱情的事。 究竟要等到何时才能与她相见？弗雷德利克绝望了。可是，在十一月末的一个晚上，阿尔努突然告诉他说： “我太太昨天刚回来，您知道了吗？” 第二天下午五点钟，他来到她家。 他首先对她母亲的康复予以祝贺，她老人家得了那么严重的病。 “没有这种事呀！您听谁说的？” “阿尔努！” 她惊叫了一声后说，她开始是因为受了惊吓，现在已经恢复了。 她躺在火炉旁的一张包着呢绒布的摇椅上。他坐在长沙发上，膝盖上搭着帽子。同她讲话似乎很难。她根本没有讲话的意思；他也不知道怎样来表明自己的心意。在他对自己所学的法律专业满腹牢骚时，她回答说：“对呀！我认为……有的事情……”说着她垂下了头，忽然沉思起来了。 他希望明白她的想法，便把其他的杂念都抛开了。夜幕拉上了帷幕，屋里也有些昏暗了。 她站起来说想出去买东西。待她再次出现时，已经是头戴绒帽，身披灰鼠毛皮的黑色披风。他主动要求为她作陪。 户外漆黑一片；天很冷，房屋，墙壁都笼罩在夜幕之下，空气中散发着难闻的臭味。弗雷德利克痛快地喘息着；因为在她的棉衣外面，他已经摸到了她的胳膊，她的手，那双他日夜都渴望亲吻的小手，隔着那层羊皮手套，放在他的袖子上。街上的路有些滑，踩上去直打晃；他好像有种站在云雾间，飘浮不定的感觉。 街上灯火通明，又把他们带回了现实世界。机会难得，时间不多了。他决定在黎世留街向她坦白自己的一片痴心。但是，几乎就在同时，她来到了一间瓷器店门口停下了脚步，说： “好了，我到了，谢谢您！星期四见！” 每星期一次的宴会又到了。但是，自己同阿尔努太太的交往越多，他越觉得没信心。 他端详着这个女人，觉得有些麻木了，似乎被一种太浓的香气所迷惑。这种感觉慢慢地浸入到他的体内，差不多全部占有了他，这是一种全新的感觉。 等在路灯下的风尘女子，演唱那些下流歌曲的歌女，在马场内拼搏的马戏女子，市面上走动的普通妇女，靠着窗户的女工，所有这些女人都有共同之处，也有明显的区别，都能勾起他对阿尔努太太的想念。他沿街看到那些纺织物，看着花边和宝石耳坠，同样也会联想到阿尔努太太所戴的饰物来。似乎街头的卖花女是为了迎接她才摆出那一篮子鲜花的，鞋店的橱窗里的那双镶着天鹅绒边的缎面小拖鞋也是专门为她订做的；每条街巷都连着她的家，逗留在广场上的马车，似乎也是等候着送她回家。整个巴黎都是为了她而存活，这座城市的各种声音，组成了一支巨型乐队，是为了给她演奏。 他去植物园看到了一棵棕榈树，马上会想起一个很远的国家。他幻想着和她一块出游，骑着骆驼，住大象篷，乘游船游玩于那蓝色的海岛，坐上拴着铃铛的坐骑并驾齐驱，坐骑会因草地的木桩而绊倒。有时候，他也会来到卢佛博物馆，看着那一张张名画，陷入沉思，似乎来到了往日的世界中，她就是那画中人。她头戴古典的桂冠，在铅窗后边祈祷。她就像或附近的妇女，笔挺的衣领，身穿鱼骨状的泡纱服装，笔直地坐在那儿。然后，他便沿着陡峭的石阶慢慢地走下来，到一群老人中间，坐到鸵鸟毛的坐垫上，披着锦袍。偶尔，他也幻想到她身穿黄色绸缎裤，坐在穆斯林卧房的垫子上。总之，所有美好的东西，满天的星斗，旋转的乐曲，某人说话的表情，一个人的相貌，都可能无缘无故地引起他对她的思念。 他感觉到，如果要想让她做自己的情妇，无论做出多大的努力都是白废的。 一天晚上，狄特梅来亲吻了她的额头，洛瓦里亚也这么做了，还说道： “您批准了您的朋友都有这个资格，对吗？” 弗雷德利克喃喃地说： “我们也是朋友，不是吗？” “可不都是老朋友！”她回答。 这就相当于告知他：没戏。 “我该如何去做呢？跟她坦白自己爱她，这不太合适吧？说不定这样一来，她不答应不算，还可能将自己拒之门外！”如此说来，他宁可忍痛割爱，也不想自己面临绝境，他不想见不到她。 他渴望有钢琴家的才能，希望有士兵脸上的那种伤疤。更想自己能大病一场，想用这种方式来博取她的欢心。 他对阿尔努没有丝毫的记恨之情，这让他很惊奇。他认为，她总是把自己的身体全都遮掩起来；他生就害羞，性问题总是被他投到黑暗中去。 他时刻幻想着能与她共同生活，亲热地称她为“你”，可以长时间地摆弄她的头巾，也可以跪在她面前，双手抱着她的腰，吸她眼泪！为了得到她，可能要做出巨大的牺牲。但是自己却碌碌无为，他咒骂上天，骂自己无能，他被情感所迫，神魂不安，急得团团转。他有一种巨大的压力，压得他透不过气来。经常呆呆地愣在那儿，要么就是泪流满面，这样一折腾就是几个小时。有一次，他确实忍无可忍了，戴洛立叶问他： “你小子！究竟是发生了什么事？” 弗雷德利克谎称头疼。戴洛立叶不信。只是看到他那么难受，也就没再坚持，只能安慰安慰他。堂堂的五尺男儿，如此颓废，简直太蠢了！如今还年轻，没关系，如果长此以往，岂不是在荒废青春。 “是你在折磨我的弗雷德利克！赔我过去那个弗雷德利克。年少的弗雷德利克，一直是那么惹人喜爱！行了，吸一口烟吧，孬种！打起精神来，你太令我失望了！” “不错，我疯了！”弗雷德利克说。 戴洛立叶接着说： “呵！别学诗人啦，我完全清楚你被什么困扰着！不就是你所谓的爱情吗？承认吧！放弃吧！放了一个，还有更多的等着你呢！只要有女人就够了，那种有夫之妇有什么好。我带你去开开眼界怎么样？阿朗布拉就有。”(是香榭丽舍高地最新开设的一所公共舞厅，它挥霍无度，没到半年就关门了。)“到那同样可以寻求刺激！去不去！如果感兴趣，可以叫上你的朋友，也可以叫列冉巴同去！” 弗雷德利克没有请列冉巴，戴洛立叶也没带塞内卡。他们只约了余索内、西齐和杜萨迪埃。这五位密友乘一辆马车来到了阿朗布拉。 两边的画廊很有清真寺的风格，并列延伸出去。对面的远处，有一面矮墙，餐馆那边装修得像哥特游廊，嵌着彩色花玻璃。音乐厅的房顶是中国式的；周围都是沥青地面；柱子上吊着威尼斯式的灯笼，远远望去，像是人群的头顶戴了一顶火冠。到处都有架在柱子上的石盆，石盆中喷射出一丝丝细流。树丛中依稀可见一些石膏像，像是，也像是，全身都上了油彩。平直的沙土小路，交错纷杂，看上去给人以广阔的感觉。 有带着情人散步的大学生；穿着入时的店员拿着手杖，一副洋洋自得的样子；还有抽着的中学生；拿着梳子不住地梳理胡须的老头；到这儿来的还有英国人、俄国人，南美洲人及三位戴的远东人。还有美丽的少妇、女工和妓女，她们也只是想找个保镖、或者是情人，或是找份工作，也有人是为了跳舞而自得其乐。她们都在袍子外面披件上衣，绿的、蓝的、桃红的、紫的，在花木丛中穿梭着。男人们一律格衬衫；有几个不怕夜风凉的人还穿着白裤子。街灯都亮了起来。 余索内同时装杂志社和小剧院来往甚密，结识了很多女人。他给她们投去飞吻，偶尔还丢下他的几位朋友，独自去与她们闲聊。 戴洛立叶看到这些，醋意大发。他也厚颜无耻地去接近一个身穿的黄头发女子。她讨厌地看了他一眼，说：“走开！别做梦了，我的可人儿！”说完，转身走了。 他要靠到一个褐色头发的胖女人，也许她有疯病，他刚说了一句话，她就蹿了起来，吓唬他道，如果他再说一句，她就去叫警察。戴洛立叶开怀大笑。接着，他看见旁边的街灯下坐着一个弱小的女人，他走过去，邀请她去跳舞。 台上的演奏师，像猴子一样，用力地吹着弹着。指挥者笔直地站在那儿，僵硬地挥着手臂。茫茫人海，人人都在自得其乐。打开帽带擦着领带，皮靴藏在短裙下面；所有的都随着音乐在动。戴洛立叶搂着那个弱小的女子，疯狂地跳着康康舞，像在演木偶戏的大木偶。西齐和杜萨迪埃仍在漫步；西齐在窥视着身边的妓女，杜萨迪埃在为他加油，可是他仍旧不敢上前，在他的心里总有这样一种想法，这些女人家中肯定有“一位持枪的男子藏在橱柜中，突然蹦出来逼迫你填写支票”。 他们和弗雷德利克在一起。戴洛立叶的舞也不跳了。大家凑到一起商议该怎样度过这个夜晚，这时余索内忽然大叫起来： “快看！达梅基侯爵夫人！” 这个女人脸白白的，鼻子翘翘的，手套露着手指，把小臂都套上了；耳朵上坠了一对黑色的大耳环，给人一种狗耳朵的感觉。余索内问她： “我们打算今晚在你家来个小型宴会，一个东方式的晚宴，怎么样？你去设法找几个女友来陪这几位法兰西骑士，可以吗？好啦，有什么困难吗？是不是在等你的西班牙武士？” 这个安达卢西亚女人垂下了头，她了解这位朋友一贯很吝啬，担心让她来支付冷饮茶点的花费。西齐听她谈到了钱，伸手就掏出了身上剩下的五个拿破仑给了她，这就妥了。但是却找不到弗雷德利克了。 弗雷德利克因为听到了阿尔努的声音，也看见了一顶女帽，就立即藏进了身边的小树林。 是华娜丝小姐和阿尔努两个人。 “对不起！我惊着你们了吧？” “没有！”阿尔努回答。 弗雷德利克听到了他们最后的几句话，他来阿朗布拉，是跟华娜丝小姐商量一件事。看起来，阿尔努有些担心，忐忑不安地问： "Can it work?" “没问题！我爱您！唉！您看您这个人！” 她将那两片涂得血红血红的嘴唇突出来，朝他指了指。她那红褐色的眼珠里闪着光，透出一种聪慧和情欲。这对眼睛像两盏明灯，映衬着她那淡黄而干瘦的面孔。阿尔努很高兴她的满不在乎的样子，弯下身子对她说： “您太可爱了，吻我一下！” 她拉起他的耳朵，吻了吻他的额头。 这时，舞曲结束了。乐队指挥的位置来了一个英俊的年轻人，他特别胖，脸色蜡黄，梳着基督教徒的发式。身穿一件蓝绒背心，背上绣着一棵高大的棕榈树；他的样子看上去很得意，也得呆。给观众行礼致意后，唱了一支歌，歌很短。歌词大意是一个乡下人讲述在巴黎游玩的情景。他用下诺曼底的口音，仿佛一个醉汉，在那儿唱着： 这句歌词引起了一阵猛烈的骚动。戴勒马斯，被称为“表情丰富的歌手”，非常成熟，他是不可能被冷场的。有人很快地为他拿来了一把吉他，他立即哼了一曲情歌，歌名叫做《阿尔巴尼亚女人的哥哥》。 弗雷德利克听了这首歌，不由自主地回想起从前那个衣着破烂不堪的人，正站在几个缆绳桶间唱着歌。他的眼睛不由地被他面前飘动着的衣裙的下摆所吸引。节与节之间，停了很久，这时，树林中好像刮起了狂风。 华娜丝小姐的目光被女贞树的树枝遮住了，她用手拨了拨，一动不动地注视着那位演唱者。她张大了鼻孔，锁紧了眉头，好像丢了魂一样，整个沉浸在幸福之中。 “太好了！”阿尔努说，“我总算清楚您今晚来这的目的了！亲爱的，您喜欢戴勒马斯歌唱家。” 她死不承认。 “嘿！别害羞嘛！” 他指了指弗雷德利克，说： “那您是为他而来吗？那您就错了。他可是办事最小心的孩子！” 几个朋友也找弗雷德利克，找到翠绿堂来了。余索内分别对他们作了介绍。阿尔努拿雪茄烟请大家抽，还买了冰镇甜酒给大家喝。 华娜丝小姐发现杜萨迪埃也在这儿，不觉她羞红了脸。她马上站起来，伸过手去说： “还记得我吗？奥古斯特先生？” “难道您认识她？”弗雷德利克问。 “过去，我们在一栋房子中住过。”他回答说。 西齐拽了拽他的衣袖，他们就离开了。杜萨迪埃刚转身离去，华娜丝小姐就对他赞不绝口，夸他为人友善，又很风流。 接着，人们便聊起了戴勒马斯，从他的相貌上看，他可以在舞台上走红的。可不知为什么，引发了一场辩论，他们谈到了莎士比亚、书籍检验、风格、大众，还谈到了的收入，，维克多·雨果和由于阿尔努认识很多杰出的女演员，所以这些青年都很投入地听他讲。但是音乐声淹没了他的声音。八人舞或波尔卡舞曲一结束，人们都疯拥到桌旁，召唤下人，有说有笑的。树底下，啤酒瓶和汽水瓶的爆裂声混为一片，还有的女人在嘎嘎地叫着；还有两个先生拉开架势，准备动武；人们抓住了小偷。 随着快速圆舞曲的乐曲声，舞伴们都挤到了花园的小路上，面带微笑，气喘吁吁地，脸红得像苹果，他们如波浪一般涌起，又快似闪电般地旋转着，裙摆和礼服下摆随着摇摆不停。号子吹得越来越响亮，旋律也飞快起来。突然，中世纪的古式游廊背后，发出一阵噼啪噼啪的声音，顿时炮声震天响。空中旋起了红彤彤的火球。孟加拉烟花的火焰，像绿色的宝石，照得这座花园通亮，亮了有一分钟左右。等放完了最后一颗，人们都不由地叹息一声。 火焰渐渐灭了，空气中散发着浓烈的火药味。弗雷德利克和戴洛立叶在人堆里漫步着。突然，他们站住了，发现马蒂农在雨伞寄存处等着人家找零，他陪在一个五十多岁的女人身边，那女人很丑陋，但是打扮得很时髦，看不出是什么来历。 Delores said: “这小子可不是我们所预料的那样。西齐到底到哪里去了？” 杜萨迪埃朝一间咖啡店指了指，原来这位公子哥正在陪一位头戴粉红色帽子的女士喝潘趣酒。 余索内也失踪有五分钟了，现在又出来了。 一个女孩靠在他的臂上，大声叫着“我的猫咪”。 “不许叫！”他告诉她，“不能在众目睽睽之下这样喊！叫我子爵吧！叫子爵，我就是路易十三时期的穿软皮鞋的骑士，我非常喜欢骑士！噢！朋友们，我来给你们介绍一下，她是我的一位老情人！她是不是很可爱呀？”他抬着她的下颌，“谢谢各位先生们！这些都是法兰西贵族院议员们的公子！我同他们交往甚密，就是想成为大使！” “瞧您都乐疯了！”华娜丝小姐说。 她邀请杜萨迪埃送她回去。 阿尔努看着他们离去，然后扭头对弗雷德利克说： “您对她满意吗？只是您对这种事情做得不够果断，是不是？我认为您不会把心里的情感说出来吧？” 弗雷德利克听得脸刷的一下全白了，发誓说没有什么不能说出来的。 “人们还都没见过您的情人呢！”阿尔努继续说。 弗雷德利克真想瞎编出一个人来。可是又一想，也许会传到她的耳中。便肯定地回答说，自己的的确确没有情妇。 于是，阿尔努指责道： “今晚可是天赐良机！您也不去看看人家怎么做，没有一个不带走女人的！” “但是，再看看您？”弗雷德利克讨厌他的唠叨，回敬了他一句。 “嘿！我！我的宝贝！这就不同了！我马上就去找我女人去！” 他叫了一辆马车，马上就无影无踪了。 弗雷德利克和戴洛立叶一路走回去。迎着东风，俩人谁都没说话。戴洛立叶为失去了在一家报馆当差而遗憾，弗雷德利克也是愁眉不展。他说，他认为舞场简直太低级趣味了。 “那您就不对了！如果不是因为您对阿尔努太太情有独钟而丢下我们，也不会这样的！” “够了！我所做的一切，都是白费心机！” 戴洛立叶还若无其事地跟他讲道理。他讲，只要你有信心，就能得到你想要的东西。 “但是，刚才，你怎么……” 戴洛立叶果断地回答道： “我压根就没瞧上她们！你以为我会去跟女人拉拉扯扯吗？” 接下来他大骂她们假正经，愚蠢。总之，他厌恶这些女人。 “够了，别演戏了！”弗雷德利克说。 戴洛立叶不说话了，没过多久，又忽然说道： “我们来赌一百法郎，怎么样？我去把第一个走来的女人弄到手？” “可以！没意见！” 第一位走过来的是一个相貌丑陋的女乞丐。就在他们叹息之际，突然从里沃利大街出来一个身材高挑的女孩，夹了一个文件夹。 戴洛立叶追到游廊下边，朝她迎面走去。她忽然转身朝杜伊勒里走去，然后又拐到了校场那边；她一边走，一边左顾右盼，拼命地去追一辆马车。戴洛立叶总算赶上了她，与她并肩同行，他边走边用手比划着，与她交谈。最后她搂住了他的手臂。俩人一直朝码头走去，到了夏特莱监狱对面的人行道上，他们在那足足逛了有二十分钟，就像两名值班的水兵。但是他们却又走过交易所大桥、花市、拿破仑码头。弗雷德利克一直跟着他们。戴洛立叶暗示他，他这样子太碍手碍脚了，去依法炮制吧。 “你身上还有钱吗？” “有，有两个一百苏的金币！” “足矣！再见！” 弗雷德利克傻了，好像对一出幽默剧受欢迎而吃惊万分。他心想：“他在耍我，如果我真的追上去呢？”可是这么做，戴洛立叶没准会说他妒忌这种爱情呢？“你以为我没有爱情，我有，比这要高雅，文明和强烈百倍！”他感到气愤，于是就走到了阿尔努太太的房门口。 她家的窗户都不朝街上开，虽然他知道这点，可是他仍旧等在那儿，目光死死地盯着墙面，似乎他的目光可以使墙打开一条缝。也许现在她已经睡着了，像一朵睡莲一样安静，漂亮的黑发散落在枕边，嘴唇微合，头枕着一只胳膊。 猛然间阿尔努的脑袋闯进了他的视野。他不希望看到这种情况，抬脚就离开了。 他记起了戴洛立叶的奉劝，只是觉得恶心，便在街头徘徊。 只要有人从面前经过，他就仔细去分辨他的长相。那一束束灯光穿过他两腿之间在街面上映出巨大的身影。灰蒙蒙地发现了一个肩背筐子，手提灯笼的人。还有的地方，传出风刮烟囱上铁皮的声音。远处传来的声音跟他脑子里的嗡嗡声交合在一起；他似乎听到了有人在弹奏八人舞舞曲。他恍恍惚惚，脚步蹒跚，猛然发现自己已经到了协和桥上。 他回想起两年前的一个冬天的晚上，那是他有生以来第一次走出她的家门，充满了希望，心在剧烈地跳动着，于是他被迫站住了。眼下，什么都没有了！ 月亮躲到了乌云后面。他边注视着明月，边思考着宇宙的广阔，人生的艰辛。天边露出了鱼肚白；他的牙齿在打架；他似睡非睡，全身都沾满了雾水，泪流满面，暗暗地问自己：“怎么不了断今生呢？”如果再向前走一步，就万事皆空了！他感到头沉沉的，都快压倒他了，于是他似乎看到了自己的尸体在水面上漂浮着。弗雷德利克突然弯下身子。只是栏杆太宽，而他身体又太疲劳，所以才没有跳过去。 他有点胆怯了，便返回到马路上，一下子躺倒在一张长凳子上。来了几名警察叫醒了他，认为他“折腾了一整夜”。 He kept going.有些饥饿难忍，但是饭店也都关门了，他便直奔市场上的一间小酒馆。吃完饭，见天还早呢，又到市政厅旁边转悠一圈，转到上午八点十五。 戴洛立叶早就丢下那风尘女子回来了，一个人坐在屋中央的桌子上写字。大约四点钟时，德·西齐先生来了。 昨天夜里，由于杜萨迪埃的牵线搭桥，一位太太上了他的钩；是他雇车将她和丈夫送到家门口的，是她主动约他的。他回来后，连她的名字都不知道！ “您需要我帮忙吗？”弗雷德利克问。 他这一问，却引来了绅士的一顿胡扯。他说起华娜丝小姐，安达卢西亚女子，还有其他女人。兜了许多圈才言归正传：弗雷德利克待人诚实，值得信任，因此来请他帮个忙，这事办成以后，西齐就会承认自己是个真正的男子汉了。弗雷德利克没有回绝他。他把事情从头至尾一点不差地告诉了戴洛立叶，只是没有说起跟他相关的事。 戴洛立叶觉得“他眼下不错”。发现别人如此遵从他的奉劝，戴洛立叶开心极了。 由于心情好，刚见到绣军章的女工克莱芝丝·达维乌小姐就迷上了她。她性格温顺，身材匀称，那双蓝蓝的大眼睛，总是作出吃惊的神色。戴洛立叶欺骗她善良天真，还告诉她自己得过勋章；他们约会时，他扎了一根红丝带在礼服上，到了人多的地方就摘下来，还谎称这样做是为了给老板留点面子。他还有意不许她靠近他，让她像对待总督那样来爱他；还逗她是“良家妇女”。她每次都带几束紫罗兰来送给他。这种爱情，弗雷德利克才不喜欢呢。 嘴上这么说，但是看到他们相互勾肩搭背地去班松，去巴里奥阅览室时，弗雷德利克觉得很烦躁。但是，他就没有想过，这一年多的时间里，每逢周四他都要洗刷指甲为去舒瓦泽街赴宴做准备，他令戴洛立叶多难堪呀！ 一个黄昏，他站在阳台上，看见他们一块出去了，突然又发现远处的阿尔科勒桥上站着余索内，正在示意他过去。他下了楼，余索内说： “告诉你一个好消息：下周六，也就是二十四号，是阿尔努太太的生日。” “噢！难道她不叫吗？” “还叫安热勒呢。怎么称呼无所谓！宴会设在他们乡下的别墅圣克卢，很隆重呢。我是奉命来转告您的。那天下午三点钟，画报社门前有车等您！说好了！打扰您了！我还有事！” 还没等弗雷德利克回过身来，门房就递给他一封信： “唐布罗士先生和夫人恳请弗雷德利克·莫罗先生于本月二十四日周六光临寒舍，共用晚餐。盼复。” “太晚了！”他心想。 可是，他仍旧把信交给了戴洛立叶，戴洛立叶大叫起来： “哈哈！终于盼到