Chapter 16 third chapter
Rosanne, having lost her enthusiasm for the National Militia, was even more beautiful than ever; and Frederick had become a habit of spending time in her house.
In the morning, they spend the best part of the day on the balcony.Wearing linen pajamas, with her bare feet in clogs, she circled around him, or teased the titmouse in the cage, or added some water to the goldfish, or scooped up the soil in the flowerpot with a fire shovel, A bush of nasturtiums grew in pots and adorned the walls.Then, they lay on the balcony and watched the vehicles and pedestrians on the road together; while enjoying the sunshine, they talked about how to spend the night.Afterwards he went out for two hours, and then they sat in the front row of a theater.Rosanne, with a bouquet in her hand, listened to the music and to some of Frederick's thoughts and affairs which Frederick whispered in her ear.On several occasions, they traveled to the Bois de Boulogne in an open carriage, walked until late at night, and returned very late.Finally, they passed the Arc de Triomphe and came back from the boulevard, breathing deeply the air and the stars twinkling in the sky.The gas lamps on the side of the road stretched to the end of the road, like two strings of shining pearls.
Frederick always had to wait for her every time they went out.She always had to adjust the two hat straps on her forehead, over and over again; she would also stand in front of the mirror, smile at herself, and appreciate it for a while, and finally, she took his arm and asked him to stand Next to her, she admired the image in the mirror again.
"How wonderful it is for us to walk side by side, two and two! Ah! Poor love, I should like to eat you!"
Now, he was one of her things, her private property.Therefore, her face is always radiant, and her movements are more lazy, and her body is plump and lovely.He didn't know why, he just felt that she had changed.
One day she told him a remarkable piece of news: Monsieur Arnoux had opened a drapery shop for a former girl worker in his factory, and was staying with her night and night, "He spent a lot of money on her! Last week , and gave her a set of mahogany furniture!"
"Where did you hear that?" asked Frederick.
"Trust me, I'm sure you're right!"
She told Delfina to find out the details.She cared so much about Arnou, which showed that she still loved him very much!But Frederick only answered her:
"What does it matter to you?"
Hearing what he said, Roseanne was very strange.
"That scoundrel still hasn't paid back my money! Isn't it hateful to see him raising those women?"
Afterwards, she said proudly but with hatred:
"However, she didn't take him seriously at all! He still has three mistresses outside, which is fine. I'll be happier if he spends his last penny!"
Indeed, Arnoux was very tolerant of the Bordeaux woman, allowing her to drain his sweat.
His factories stopped working, and all business was in a stalemate.In order to reorganize his career again, he began to plan to open a cafe that can sing, only patriotic songs are allowed, if the cabinet members can sponsor him a sum of money, this cafe can become a center of public opinion, and it will also get rich benefits .However, because of the change of government leaders, the matter was lost at once.Now he wants to open a military hat factory, but still has no money.
In his own home, he was not happy either.
His wife was not very gentle and attentive to him, and often spoke loudly about him.But he often sympathizes with his father. This disharmonious environment has become even worse, and the family has become unbearable.He would go out very early and hang about all day to distract himself from his worries, and then he would have dinner in a country pub and linger in fantasies.
Haven't seen Frederick for a long time, and there seems to be something missing in his life.So, one afternoon, Arnoux came to Frederick's house and asked him to visit him as often as before, and Frederick agreed.
Frederick was afraid of going back to Madame Arnoux, as if he had betrayed her.But not to go is a very spineless performance, go, and there is no good reason.But you have to make a decision!So, one night, he went to her house.
It was raining in the sky before he reached the Joufroy passage, when a short, fat man in a peaked cap came towards him under the light of the store door.Frederick saw that the man was Gonban, for once the orator's suggestion had made everyone in the club laugh.
He leans on the shoulder of a man wearing a light infantry hat.The man's upper lip was longer than his lower lip, and he had a sallow complexion and a full beard, and his eyes were wide open, looking at Frederick with admiration.
It's clear that Gongpan thinks it's good to be with this man, because he says:
"I introduce this young man to you! He's my good friend, the bootmaker, and he's a patriot! How about we go and have something to eat?"
Frederick politely refused, and Gongban immediately became angry, saying that this was a trick of the nobles.To end this kind of scene, we must fight like 1993!Then he heard about Lerambas and some eminent persons like Maslin, Sanson-Legonou, Maréchal; and a Thélorier, who had recently intercepted carbines at Troyes. , was implicated.
All of this was unheard of for Friedley.It's just that Gongban knows so much.On leaving Frederick he said:
"See you later, okay? Because you belong there."
"where?"
"In the calf's head!"
"What calf's head?"
"Stop pretending to be a fool!" Gong Ban said, patting his stomach.
These two villains walk into a coffee bar.
Ten minutes passed, and Frederick could no longer remember Délorier.He was walking in front of a house on Paradise Street, looking at the dim light from the third floor through the curtains.
Then he went up the stairs.
"Excuse me, is Arnoux at home?"
"Not here! But please come in!" replied the maid, and opened the door.
"Ma'am, here comes Mr. Moreau!"
She stood up, paler than the peach collar on her dress.She said in a trembling voice:
"Who gave me face...to visit me...unexpectedly?"
"It's me, Frederick, visiting an old friend!"
Frederick sat down and asked again:
"How is Arnou now?"
"Excellent! But they're out."
"Oh, I see, he is still the same as before, going out every night to relax."
"That's right! You should relax after using your brain for a day."
She also praised her husband for being very capable.Hearing this, Frederick was very puzzled, and pointed to a piece of black cloth bordered with blue on her lap and asked:
"What are you doing?"
"I sew a blouse for my daughter."
"Yes! By the way, where is she? Why didn't I see her?"
"She lives at the school," replied Madame Arnoux.
As she spoke, she suppressed her tears and continued to do her work. In order not to be too embarrassed, he picked up a copy of "Illustrated" to read.
"The manga is really interesting!"
"yes."
Then they fell silent again.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew the glass.
"What a strange weather!" said Frederick.
"That's right. You are so kind that you come here even when it rains so much!"
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm not like some people who miss appointments when it rains."
"What date?" she asked naively.
"Have you forgotten?"
She was startled suddenly, and her head drooped.
He slowly put his hand on her arm.
"Listen to me to tell the truth, last time you really made me sad!"
She said bitterly:
"But I am afraid for my child!"
She told him about little Eugene's condition and her mood that day.
"Thank you, thank you, I don't doubt anymore, I have always loved you!"
"No, you're lying again!"
"why?"
She stared at him icily.
"Don't you remember! There is another one, you took her to play at the horse fair, and her portrait is still in your place! Your mistress!"
"Well, I admit it!" cried Frederick. "I admit it, I'm a villain, but you have to let me explain, it's torture. Do you understand?" Together, also out of grief, like someone committing suicide.Moreover, he used her as a punching bag for his previous unfair treatment, making her very pitiful.
Madame Arnoux turned away her beautiful face and stretched out her hand, so they closed their eyes and were completely intoxicated by it, as if they were gently, slowly and tenderly swaying in a cradle.After that, they approached each other and stared at each other.
"Do you really think I don't love you?"
She replied softly and with great tenderness:
"No, it's not like that! In any case, I know it won't be like that, and one day the division between us will be eliminated!"
"Me too, I want to see you every day! It's really hopeless!"
"Once," she said, "I walked by you in the palace!"
"yes?"
He said how happy he had been to see her that day at Dombrose's.
"But how much I hated you when I came out that night!"
"Painful child!"
"My life is so dull!"
"I am the same! - People are always going to die, and I have to bear all the anguish, resentment and fear like a wife and mother. I have no complaints about everything, but unfortunately I am just alone, no one -"
"I'm not here with you!"
"Yup!"
She was infected by that emotional sobbing.Stretching out their arms, the two hugged each other tightly, kissing non-stop.
Then there was a sound of stomping on the floor.A woman came by, it was Roseanne.Madame Arnoux recognized her too; Rosanne kept looking at Madame Arnoux, her eyes wide open, in astonishment and indignation.Roseanne said:
"I have something to see M. Arnoux."
"You should know, he's not here."
"Ah! Indeed!" Roseanne said, "Your servant is not lying! Excuse me!"
She turned to Frederick again and said:
"So you're here, you?"
In front of Mrs. Arnoux, she actually called him "you" affectionately, which made Mrs. Arnoux very embarrassed, as if someone had slapped her in the face.
"I repeat, he's not here!"
Rosanne looked around him without haste and said to him:
"Let's go back together, my carriage is parked downstairs."
He turned a deaf ear.
"Okay, let's go!"
"Yes! That's very good! Go! Go!" said Madame Arnoux.
They left together.Madame Arnoux watched them go, leaning on the banister of the stairs; there was a trembling laugh.Frederick stuffed Roxanne into the car and sat down opposite her; no one said a word all the way.
Another crushing defeat, he thought he had been humiliated and deserved it!He felt guilty for having suffered such a great humiliation, and he had lost his happiness. Two kinds of pain were tormenting him.The happiness that can be obtained immediately is lost in a blink of an eye, and it is irretrievable!It was all her fault, the sinister, nasty woman.He really wanted to strangle her.Thinking of this, he was so angry that he couldn't breathe.When he got home, he dropped his hat casually and pulled off his tie.
"Tell me! What shameful things did you do there, and all of them were recruited!" She asked him proudly.
"Okay, what else do you want? What did I do wrong?"
"You know it yourself! Are you following me?"
"It's mine too, isn't it? Why do you go to those decent women for fun?"
"So what! I won't allow you to humiliate them."
"What did I humiliate her for?"
He was at a loss for words; then he complained:
"But last time, on the school grounds..."
"Ah! So you want to use your old lover to bother me!"
"Damn!"
He raised his arms.
"It can't be like this! I'm pregnant!"
Frederick seemed to hear a thunderclap.
"You're talking nonsense!"
"Then see for yourself!"
She shone a lamp on her face:
"Have you seen everything clearly?"
Her skin was puffy and had lots of melasma.That was clear enough, Frederick admitted.He pushed open the window, lingered in front of the window, and then leaned back on the chair.
This incident is undoubtedly a catastrophe for him. First, it is impossible to sever this relationship now, and second, it also destroys his entire arrangement.To ask him to be a father, he thought it was too absurd and unreasonable!How to explain all this?What if this had happened to someone other than Roseanne...?He was fantasizing about another situation. He seemed to have found a little girl on the floor by the fireplace, who looked very much like Madame Arnoux, and also very similar to himself, with brown and white complexion, watery eyes, and thick eyes. Eyebrows, with a pink ribbon in her hair! (Ah! He loves her so much!) He seemed to hear her calling, "Papa! Papa!"
Rosanne took off her coat, and immediately returned to his side, and when she found his eyes filled with tears, she kissed his forehead deeply.He stood up and said:
"Please, don't hurt this little thing!"
After she finished speaking, she started talking nonsense.She thought it must be a boy!Going to call him Frederick.He also said that it was time to prepare children's clothes.Seeing how happy she was, he couldn't bear to hurt her anymore.His anger also subsided.He wanted to find out what she was doing it for.
It turned out that this was the case: that day, Wanas brought her a promissory note that had not been cashed, so she went to Arnoux to cash it.
"If you had told me earlier, I would have paid you!" said Frederick.
"I went there to cash my money and pay someone a thousand francs, that's all."
"Do you really owe her this?"
She said that was it.
He made an appointment with the guard that at nine o'clock the next night, Frederick came to see Wanas.
He was bumped into by the pile of furniture in the front hall.It seemed that voices and music could be heard.He opened the door and saw that they were having a party.A lady wearing glasses is playing the piano, and Delema, who looks like a high priest, is pretending to read a poem about protecting prostitutes by the piano, his rich voice is accompanied by harmonious music.A row of ladies sat by the wall, basically wearing black clothes, collarless and sleeveless.Those five or six thinkers were sitting here casually.In an armchair sat a frail old man who once wrote fables.The room smelled of a mixture of gas lamp smoke and chocolate aroma; there were many plates of chocolate on the nearby card table.
Wanas sat by the fireplace, wrapped in an oriental scarf.Dussardier took the seat opposite her; he found it uncomfortable.This famous art house surprised him a lot.
Wanas and Delama are no longer on good terms?Probably not yet.However, she seems to like this person more.Frederick wished to speak to her, and she gestured to Dussardier to lead them to her bedroom.When the thousand francs were counted, she added interest.
"Forget the interest!" said Dussardier.
"Shut up!"
Frederick was very pleased that a handsome five-foot man was being called around by a woman, as if to comfort himself for his weakness.He took back the promissory note without mentioning the shameful incident at the Arnoud's house.However, from then on, all of Roxanne's flaws were exposed.
Rosanne had such a stubborn vice, an unacceptable laziness, a vulgar stupidity that she treated Dr. Drogy as if he were a famous personage, and entertained the husband and wife with pleasure just because they were legal couple.She judged Miss Irma's behavior with the air of a scholar.Mademoiselle Irma was a weak, wretched little woman with a "good" guardian, a former customs clerk, a good card player, whom Rosanne called "my lovely poodle."What Frederick couldn't stand, too, was her habit of babbling nonsense, such as: "Cream pastry! Fuck you! You don't understand at all, etc.;" early in the morning, she had to use a pair of old white Gloves to wipe the dust on the trinkets, especially what he can't accept is the matter between her and the maid. She often delays the maid's salary, and sometimes borrows money from the maid.Every month at the end of the month, they would quarrel together for a while, and then they reconciled and even hugged!It's boring talking between them.Thanks to the party at Mrs. Dombrose's again, he had a place to relax again.
At least Mrs. Dombrose could make him happy!From her one hears of high-society affairs, of the ambassador's adjustment, and of all the seamstresses' names.Even if she could drop a few nonsensical remarks, she'd be on point, and could take them as a form of modesty or sarcasm.She was chatting in a group of more than 20 people, and she was able to not neglect everyone. She got the answers she proposed and avoided the unmanageable questions!Even if it is the easiest thing to do, every sentence from her mouth seems to be mysterious and unfathomable; a smile from her will be endlessly evocative.Therefore, it is said that she has various influences, which cannot be fathomed, just like the charming fragrance that she exudes from her body on weekdays.Every time Frederick interacted with her, he could get something unexpected; but every time he saw her, he felt that she was as straightforward as ever, as crystal clear as the clear water.But why didn't she feel affection for her niece?Occasionally, he would shoot a strange look.
Whenever she talked about her niece's marriage, she would prevaricate by referring to the physical condition of the "lovely child", disagreed with Mr. Dombrose's arrangement, and took her niece there immediately.When she comes back, she will come up with a new shield: that young man has not established a firm foothold in the society, and this love is not well thought out, let's talk about it after a while.
And Mr. Dombrose, not only did not hate Frederick, but cared more about this young man, discussed some things with him, and thought about his future. One day, they talked about Old Rock, he was very secretive whispered into his ear:
"You did a great job."
The entire Dombrose family, including Cécile, Miss John, the servants, the porter, and others were very happy for Frederick's arrival.He left Rosanne alone, and came to their house every night.A kind of motherhood changed Roseanne, she became more and more rigorous, and a little depressed, as if there were many things on her mind that were bothering her.No matter what he asked, she always answered:
"You made a mistake! I'm in good health!"
Because she had borrowed five bills in the past, and Frederick had paid the first one, and she dared not make such a request again.So she had no choice but to go to Arnoux, who promised to give her one-third of the profits from his gas lighting industry in several cities near Languedoc, and made a written statement, and specifically ordered her to hold a shareholder meeting. The money had not previously been used; however, the meeting was postponed indefinitely.
And Roxanne was still waiting for the money to be spent.She was determined not to beg Frederick, she didn't want to cost him a penny!That would ruin their love.It was he who covered the expenses of the household; but with his association with the Dombroses, he had added more expenses, and with the monthly rent of a carriage, he had not much money left to support his mistress. up.Two or three times, he didn't come home at the usual time, and he vaguely noticed the backs of several men slipping away from the door, and she didn't say where she went every time she went out.Frederick was unwilling to entangle.He will make new moves.He hopes to live another life, more meaningful, more civilized.Because of this wish, he stopped going to Mr. Dombrose's.
The branch of the secret appointment was set up in a mansion on the Rue Boistier.There he got acquainted with the noble Mr. A, the famous Mr. B, the resourceful Mr. C, the eloquent Z, the knowledgeable Y, the tenor old gentleman of the center left, the warrior of the right, the conservative of the mean, The good old guy who never goes away in comedy.The sight of their hateful, vulgar, disgraceful, whining, and evil-minded people frightened Frederick into a fool.These are the people who agreed to a constitution in the past and are now trying to destroy it.They sang enthusiastically, distributing leaflets, pamphlets, etc.; the biography of Fumihun written by Yu Sonnet became a hot commodity.Nonangourt undertook the task of preaching in the countryside, de'Grémonville was responsible for the work of the pastor, and Martinon went to organize the young bourgeois.Everyone did their best and performed their duties, and even Xi Qi was put to good use.Now he is starting to think about "serious" things. He rides around in a carriage from morning to night every day, serving the party.
Mr. Dombrose was able to discover the latest trends in the party in time.If you talk about Lamartine, you will always be ridiculed by him.In his opinion, Cavaignac is a complete traitor.The presidency he had been admiring for three months had clearly declined in his heart.But he must have a spiritual sustenance, so after the craft museum incident, he began to admire Garnier again! "God! Thank you! Changanier . . . we hope that Changanier can . . .
At first Thiers was praised for his pamphlet attacking socialism, which reflected him as a statesman as well as a writer.They ridiculed Pierre Leroux for saying a few words of the philosopher in Parliament.People laughed at him for clinging to the tail of utopian socialism.They praised it, and compared its author with the same.Frederick also went there to watch the theatre.
The mind of Frederick, bred by good food and empty political ideas, began to corrupt.Although he thinks these people are very ordinary, he regards it as an honor to know them and looks forward to the attention of the bourgeoisie.If he had a mistress like Mrs. Dombrose, he would be able to rise to the top.
He is actively preparing to realize his ideal.
He waited for her on the way she had to go for a walk, and every time she went to the theater, he would go to her box to greet her; behind.In order to know where there are monuments, where concerts are held, and to borrow books or magazines, they are constantly passing notes.In addition to the daily evening visits, he often went there in the evening.He could not bear the joy in his heart as he passed the gate, the yard, the vestibule, and the two drawing rooms.When he came to her inner room, that secluded hut, he would feel an indescribable warmth. People often bumped into the velvet covering the furniture when they walked around.Here and there were strange objects, dressers, screens, saucers and cups of different textures, dark lacquer, tortoiseshell, ivory, malachite;There is also no lack of unreasonable things; three pebbles for the town ruler, and a small hat hanging on the Chinese screen.It's just that all of these are so coordinated that you can even regard them as luxury items. Maybe this comes from the noble ceiling, exquisite doors and windows, and the tassels hanging from the legs of the golden stool.
She often leans on a small double sofa, next to the flower stand that sets off the window.But he sat on the edge of a swivel chair, picking out the most pleasing words to please her; she watched him, tilted her head, and smiled.
When he read poems to her, he put all his emotions into it to win her favor and praise.She just picked a little fault, or said something objective, and often interrupted him.The topic they talk about is always inseparable from the issue of love. What are their respective views on love?Frederick tried his best to express his opinion without talking about vulgar and frivolous things.This seemed to be a war of words, both happy and annoying.
In her, Frederick could not find the exciting feeling he had for Madame Arnoux, nor the indefinable joy that Rosanne had brought him.But he adores her, and has an abnormal mentality, the harder it is to get, the more he wants it, because she is a proud person, she is rich, and she is sincere. In his fantasy, she is a woman with subtle emotions, which is rare. , with marks on the skin, a bit shy when lewd.
He flattered her by his means of pleasing other women.Perhaps under her guidance, he uttered the feelings, depressions, fears and fantasies he had received from Madame Arnoux in the past.She viewed him as an experienced woman who was well-informed in matters of the heart, without expressing her disapproval or giving him anything.He had no more of her than Martinon had of Mademoiselle Cécile.In order to refuse the marriage of her niece, she even accused Martinon of money, and she asked her husband to test him.So Mr. Dombrose declared that Cecil was an orphan, very poor, without a dowry, let alone any inheritance.
Martinon didn't believe it, but because he was too impatient to change his original intention, or because he was too stubborn, he told him that his income of fifteen thousand livres a year was enough for two people to live on.His dedication and sincerity deeply moved Mr. Dombrose.He promised to arrange a tax collector's post for him in the future.In May 1850, Martinon married Mademoiselle Cécile without any ceremony, and set off for his honeymoon in Italy that night.The next day Frederick went to see Mrs. Dombrose and found her paler still.He told her a few trivial things, but she pushed them back.In short, all men in the world are selfish.
However, there is one left, and he is still sincere to her.
"Ah! Enough! Men are not all the same!"
Her eyes were red; she was crying.After a while, he put on a smile again and said:
"Sorry! I was wrong! I was a little depressed just now!"
He was baffled.
"What's the matter, she is not as strong as imagined." He thought to himself.
She rang the bell for a bowl of water, took a sip and ordered someone to bring it down, and then blamed him for not serving her wholeheartedly.In order to please her, he offered to be at her beck and call, boasting that he could serve dishes, clean furniture, give his master his first name, and he would be a competent servant, even if it was out of fashion.He wished he could wear a chicken feather hat and follow her carriage.
"How honorable it would be to be able to hold a puppy in your arms and never leave your side!"
"You are very happy," said Mrs. Dombrose.
"If you take everything so important, aren't you an idiot?" He continued, "If you don't deliberately create it, there will be too little suffering in the world. You can't take anything too seriously." Mrs. Dombrose frowned. He frowned, with a look of agreement.
This indescribable tacit understanding gave Frederick courage.His past disappointment has paid off for today's victory.He continued:
"Our grandparents lived happier lives than us. Everyone has their own motivation and should be allowed to develop." Don't always avoid it, love is not something to be shady.
"However, you speak so uncivilly!"
She went back to the loveseat and sat down.He was still leaning against the edge of the chair, next to her feet.
"You don't seem to recognize my lies! If you want to make women happy, or have an attitude of indifference, or be miserable like a tragic actor! If you just say to them: 'I love you', they will think you Idiots! They say exaggerated things to amuse me, which I think is discrediting love; if so, it will fail to show love, especially to such - rich - intelligent women."
She squinted at him.He leaned close to her, speaking in a low voice.
"That's right! I'm worried! Perhaps I've offended you? . . . Excuse me! I didn't think to say that! It's not all my fault! It's because you're so charming!"
Mrs. Dombrose closed her eyes; he was astonished at how effortlessly he had succeeded.The leaves in the garden no longer rattled.The clouds in the sky also stopped, hanging in the sky like red ribbons; it seemed that everything in the world was quiet.Therefore, he vaguely fantasized about several similar evenings, also so quiet.All in front of your eyes now? ...
He knelt at her feet, grabbed her hand, and told her the never-changing oath of love.When he was about to leave, she waved him to come back and told him in a low voice:
"Come to dinner tonight! It will be just the two of us!"
Frederick went downstairs, as if a different person, he was affected by the fragrant heat of the greenhouse, and he actually started the love affairs among the nobles and the intrigues to the high society.If he wants to be the first seat in noble society, having her is enough.She must have been driven by desire for profit and coveted wealth to marry that vulgar and incompetent man, and serve him with all her heart. Does she also want a strong man as a backer now?Now you can do whatever you want!He thought he could ride a horse for thousands of miles, and work day and night for days without getting tired; his heart was full of pride.
On the sidewalk, in front of him was a man in an old overcoat, with his head down, looking very depressed.Frederick passed him, trying not to look at him.The man raised his head.It turned out to be Dai Luolier, he hesitated for a moment.Frederick ran over and put his arms around his neck.
"Ah! Poor guy! Why are you!"
Frederick took him to his house and asked him a series of questions.
Delores told him his painful experience.He preached philanthropy for the Conservatives, and obedience to the law for the Socialists, and one gang attacked him, and the other hung him up.After six months, he was ruthlessly dismissed.He immediately became involved in a clandestine operation to resell guns, which ended up being blocked in Troyes.But because of insufficient evidence, he was released again.Then, he was sent to London by the Action Committee. At a banquet, he broke up with his brothers and got slapped a few times.Finally, back to Paris again...
"Why don't you come to me?"
"I can never find you! Your concierge is so strange that I can't describe it; besides, I don't want you to see me in this poor state."
He went to the democrats, hoping to show his loyalty to it with his words, words, and actions, but he was often frustrated; people didn't believe him.As a result, he has nowhere to go and can only be used as watches, books and clothes.
"Wouldn't it be like Seneca and the prisoner ship he boarded died!"
Frederick, who was fiddling with his tie, said nothing at this.
"Ah! He is imprisoned, great Seneca?"
Dai Luoliye looked around the room and said enviously:
"Everyone is as lucky as you!"
"Excuse me," said Frederick, ignoring Délorier's intentions, "I'm going to the city to dine. You'll be served in a moment; order what you want! You'll sleep in the on my bed."
"Sleeping in your bed? But... it's not suitable!"
"Oh! It doesn't matter! I have too many beds!"
"Oh! Well then," Delores smiled. "Where are you going to eat?"
"Mrs. Dombrose's."
"Could it be...just...or...?"
"You think too much." Frederick said with a smile, and his smile confirmed his suspicion.
He looked at the time again, sat down, and said:
"That's the way it is! Don't worry, Defender of the People!"
"You are guilty of doing this! Guilty! I just hope that someone will restrain you!"
De Lolier hated them for having suffered the crimes of the workers in his coal-producing hometown.Every mine there has formed a provisional government to command him.
"Wherever they go is charming, Johann, Lille, Le Havre and Paris! The reason is that the aristocrats pretended to boycott the manufacturers of foreign products, hoping to send the workers of England, Germany, Belgium and Savoy Get out! As for their learning, what good were those well-known trade unions during the Restoration? They joined the National Guard in 1830, but they didn't know how to run an army! The riots of '48 The next day, all the handicraft organizations raised their banners! They wanted to elect their own representatives to speak for them! Just like the representatives of sweet radishes know how to talk about sweet radishes! Oh! I am tired of seeing these ugly faces They crawled here and there, kneeling on the execution ground of Robespierre for a while, crawling to the feet of the emperor for a while, and under the protection of Louis Philippe for a while. Give them bread, and they'll work for him! They've been clamoring, protesting, and Mirabeau's injustice; but their men, if they're paid three francs to do their work, give them fifty cents. Ding, they can go to be traitors! Ah! How shameful! It seems that we have burned the corners of Europe in the past!"
Frederick replied:
"There is no spark! You are still mere petty bourgeois, and the best of you can only be absurd village teachers! And the workers, they can resent; if a hundred万，靠最无耻的讨好来赏赐给他们这笔钱，但是却没有付诸于实际！钱依旧捏在资产者手中，就算是告上法庭，工人们仍然是老板的手下，不会有人去理会的。所以说，我认为共和国衰退了。谁也不会明白！可能，社会的发展离不开资产者和政府？一切成就都归功于统治阶级！无论你多么聪明能干，也只能是一棵小草！”
“也许这话有道理。”戴洛立叶说。
按照弗雷德利克的想法，大部分人民只能寄希望于太平(他从唐布罗士公馆学会了许多)，所有好处都是保守派的。但是，保守党内后继无人。
“如果你能参加进去，我保证——”
弗雷德利克还没说完，戴洛立叶就明白了他的意思，他做了个思考的姿势，猛然说道：
“你怎么了？究竟为什么？你没当上议员？”原因是要选举两次，奥布省空了一个候选人。唐布罗士又一次被选举为外省的议员。戴洛立叶说：“你需要我为你做什么吗？”他交际很广，结识了酒店老板、小学教师、大夫、法律界人士和他们的客户。“还有，你说什么，农民就信什么，全都由你！”
弗雷德利克又有些心动了。
戴洛立叶继续说：
“你必须在巴黎给我安排个职务。”
“嗯！去跟唐布罗士先生说一下，很容易的。”
“我们说到了煤矿的事，就想看一看他的财团如何了？我就想找份这样的事儿做！虽然我有自主权，还是可以对他效力的。”
弗雷德利克许诺三天内带他去唐布罗士家。
他只和唐布罗士夫人一起吃饭，开心极了。她坐在餐桌的一侧，在吊灯的照耀下，中间隔着一只花篮，对着他笑。透过开着的窗户，能够看到天上的星星。他们讲的话不多，也许是各自不信任自己。但是，每当下人扭过头去，他们就给对方一个飞吻。他谈到了准备去竞选议员。她同意了，而且还表示叮嘱唐布罗士先生帮他的忙。
到了晚上，有几位朋友来给她贺喜，也给她以安慰；侄女离开了她，她一定很伤心！的确，新婚燕尔外出游玩最合适了；今后有了孩子，家务事就多了！但是，去意大利倒不是很理想。幸好他们还处于憧憬的年龄！蜜月旅行能够为他们带来快乐！
最后，唐布罗士家只剩下弗雷德利克和格雷蒙维尔了。格雷蒙维尔还没有离开的意思。直至半夜，他才站起来要走。唐布罗士夫人示意他同格雷蒙维尔一块离开，而且很满意他这么听话，她用力抓住他的手，比以往都亲热。
萝莎妮见他回去，高兴得喊了起来。她足足等了他五个钟头。他撒谎说是为戴洛立叶的事去她家的。他显示出一副成功的喜悦，令萝莎妮兴奋不已。
“是不是你穿了一件合体的黑礼服的缘故；我却一直没看出来你这么动人！太漂亮了！”
出于感激，她暗暗发誓今后再也不理别的男人了，无论发生了什么事，哪怕是饿死也心甘情愿！
她那充盈的双眼，流露出一种难以抵挡的温情，弗雷德利克忍不住将她抱到自己的腿上，一面想着自己的品行败坏，一边暗暗地骂自己是个十足的恶棍。
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