Chapter 193 The beginning of a serious illness

The next day, at the usual hour, Marius dragged out of the wardrobe his new suit, trousers, hat, and boots, and he put on this full suit of armor and gloves—an appalling luxury, to the Luxembourg Gardens. On the way, he met Courfeyrac, but pretended not to see him.Courfeyrac returned home and said to his friends: "I have just met Marius's new hat and new clothes, and there is a Marius wrapped in it. He must be going to take the exam. He has a silly face. " When he arrived at the park, Marius walked around the fountain, watching the swans, and then stood in front of a statue covered in black mold and missing a hip, staring blankly for a long time.Beside the fountain, a gentleman in his forties with a big belly held a five-year-old child by the hand, and said to him: "Everything should not be excessive, my son, you should stand between despotism and anarchism, not to the side." Not too far." Marius listened attentively to the chatter of the rich man.Then he circled the fountain again.At last he made his way toward "his path," slowly, as if he regretted coming, as if someone was forcing him to stop him.He himself felt nothing of it, and thought he was walking as usual.

When walking up the path, he saw Mr. Bai and the girl sitting on "their bench" at the end of the path.He buttoned his jacket all the way to the top, straightened his waist without letting it wrinkle, looked at the shiny reflection on the trousers with a slightly satisfied mood, and marched towards the bench.His steps carried a sense of charge, and he must also have the desire to win the battle.So I say he marched on the bench, as I say Hannibal marched on Rome. In addition, none of his movements is not mechanical, and he never interrupts his usual mental and work-related thinking activities.At this time, he was thinking: "The Bachelor's Handbook is indeed a ridiculous book. It must have been written by a group of rare fools to analyze the three tragedies of Racine when it comes to the masterpieces of human thought." , and Molière's comedy analyzes only one." A shrill cry rose in his ears.As he walked towards the bench, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes, he kept his eyes on the girl.He seemed to see her sprinkle the entire end of the path with blue light.

The further he walked, the slower his steps became.He walked quite a distance from the bench, and far from the end of the path, when he stopped suddenly. He didn't even know what happened, but turned around and walked back.It never occurred to him not to go any further.It was hard to say whether the girl had seen him from a distance, or whether he had seen his beauty in his new clothes.But he still kept his back straight in case someone looked from behind him, and he was still in good shape. He came to the end of this end, and walked back, this time, closer to the bench.He actually arrived at a place where there were still three trees away. Here, for some reason, he felt that he really couldn't move forward, and he hesitated in his heart.He thought he saw the girl turn her face towards him.So he made an ambitious effort, relieved his worries, and continued to move forward.A few seconds later, he walked past the bench, with a straight body and a strong will, even his ears were flushed, he didn't dare to glance to the right or to the left, with one hand stuck in the skirt, like A government dignitary.He felt his heart beat uncomfortably as he walked past the ... fort.And she was the same as yesterday, with a damask dress and a crepe hat.He heard an indescribable voice of conversation which must have been "her voice."She was talking peacefully.She is stunningly beautiful.This was what he felt, and he hadn't intended to see her.He thought to himself: "She must have respect for me, if she knew the article about Marco Obergon de Laronda's thesis is fraudulent, but the real author is me!"

He walked across the bench to the end not far away, then turned around and passed the beautiful girl again.This time, his face was as white as a sheet of paper.His feelings are not taste at all.He left the bench and the girl, turned his back to her, and felt that she was looking at him, and the thought almost made him fall. He didn't want to try near the bench any more, stopped in the middle of the path, and, for the first time, sat down there, squinting sideways and peeking frequently, deep in an extremely vague mental state. He thought to himself that if he envied other people's white hat and black skirt, it would be difficult for others to be completely indifferent to his shiny trousers and new jacket.

After sitting for a quarter of an hour, he stood up, as if he was about to walk towards the bench covered by precious light again.But he stood still.For the first time in fifteen months, it occurred to him that the gentleman who sat with his daughter every day might have noticed him and might find his attentions odd. It was also the first time that he felt that it was somewhat disrespectful to use the nickname "Mr. Bai", even if he called this stranger in his heart. With his head bowed like this, he thought for a few minutes, while drawing many pictures on the sand with a stick in his hand.

Then, he turned around suddenly, with his back to the bench and Mr. Bai and his daughter, and went straight home. He forgot to eat dinner that day.At eight o'clock in the evening he did not remember, but it was too late to go to the Rue Saint-Jacques, and he said, "Hey!" and ate a piece of bread. He brushed his clothes and trousers, folded them carefully, and went to bed.