第7章
加入书架 A- A+
点击下载App,搜索"Marie Antoinette And Her Son",免费读到尾

  “Andnow,come,myJulia,“saidshe,turningtotheduchess,anddrawingherforwardwithgentleviolence,“nowletusbemerryandhappy。Iamnolongeraqueen,Godbethanked!Iamneithermorenorlessthananybodyelse。ThatisthereasonIwassowellpleasedtocomethroughthesmalldoorjustnow。Throughanarrowgatealonewecanenterparadise,andIamenteringparadisenow。Oh,doyounotsee,myfriend,thatthetrees,theflowers,thebushes,everythinghereisfreefromthedustofearth;thateventheheavenhasanothercolor,andlooksdownuponmebrilliantandblue,liketheeyeofGod?“

  “Itisjust,“answeredtheDuchessdePolignac,“becauseyouareseeingeverythingwithothereyes,yourmajesty。“

  “Yourmajesty!“criedMarieAntoinette。“Youlovemenolonger;yourheartisestrangedfromme,sinceyouaddressmewiththiscoldtitle。InVersailles,youhadavalidplea;buthere,Julia,whatcanyouofferinjustification?Theflowersarenotlisteners,thebusheshavenotears,likethewallsofVersailles,tospyoutourprivacy。“

  “Isaynothingformyexculpation,“answeredtheduchess,throwingherarmwithaplayfulmovementaroundtheneckofthequeen,andimprintingakissupontheloftybrowofMarieAntoinette。“Ionlyaskyourpardon,andpromisethatIwillbeobedientandnotdisturbmyfriend’sdreamofparadisealldaylongbyanill-timedword。Nowwillyouforgiveme,Marie?“

  “Withallmysoul,Julia,“answeredthequeen,noddingtoherinafriendlyway。“Andnow,Julia,aswehaveahappyvacationdaybeforeus,wewillenjoyitliketwoyounggirlswhoarecelebratingthebirthdayoftheirgrandmotherafterescapingfromaboardingschool。Letusseewhichofusistheswiftestoffoot。Wewillmakeawageronit。See,theregleamsourlittlehouseoutfromtheshrubbery;letusseewhichofusgetstherefirst。“

  “Withoutstoppingonceintherun?“askedtheduchess,amazed。

  “Imakenoconditions;Ionlysay,letusseewhogetstherefirst。

  Ifyouwin,Julia,IwillgiveyoutheprivilegeofnominatingamantohavethefirstplaceinmySwissguards,andyoumayselecttheprotegeinwhosebehalfyouwerepleadingyesterday。Come,letusrun。One!——“

  “No,Marie,“interruptedtheduchess。“Supposingthatyouarethefirst,whatshallIgiveyou?“

  “Akiss——aheartykiss——Julia。Now,forward!One,two,three!“

  And,speakingthesewordsinmerryaccents,MarieAntoinettesprangforwardalongthenarrowwalk。Theroundstrawhatwhichcoveredherheadwastosseduponbothsides;theblueribbonsflutteredinthewind;thewhitedresspuffedup;andthegrandchamberlainofthequeenandMadameAdelaidewouldhavebeenhorrifiediftheycouldhaveseenthequeenflyingalonglikeagirlescapedfromtheboarding-school。

  Butshe,sheneverthoughtoftherebeinganythingimproperintherun;shelookedforwardtothegoalwithlaughingglances,asthewhitehouseemergedmoreandmorefromtheverdurebywhichitwassurrounded,andthensidewaysatherfriend,whohadnotbeenabletogainasinglestepuponher。

  “Forward,forward!“shoutedthequeen;“IwillandImustwin,fortheprizeisakissfrommyJulia。“Andwithrenewedspeedthequeendashedalong。Thelaneopenedandterminatedinasquareinfrontofthepalace。Thequeenstoppedinhercourse,andturnedroundtoseeherfriend,whohadbeenleftfarbehindher。

  Assoonastheduchesssawitshetriedtoquickenhersteps,andbegantorunagain,butMarieAntoinettemotionedwithherhand,andwentrapidlybacktomeether。

  “Youshallnotmakeanymoreeffort,Julia,“saidshe。“Ihavewon,andyoucannotbringmyvictoryintoquestion。“

  “AndIdonotwishto,“answeredtheduchess,withamerrylookofdefianceonhergentlefeatures。“Ireallydidnotwishtowin,foritwouldhaveseemedasifIhadtowinwhatIwantontheturnofamerrygame。Youhavedonewrong,MarieAntoinette。YouwantmetoforgethereinTrianonthatyouaretheQueenofFrance。Butyouyourselfdonotforgetit。Onlythequeencanproposesuchaprizeasyouhaveset,andonlythequeencanasksoinsignificantaboonontheotherside。Youhavemadeitimpossibleformetowin,foryouknowwellthatIamnotselfish。“

  “Iknowit,andthatisjustthereasonwhyIloveyousodearly,Julia。Ihavedonewrong,“shewentontosaywithhergentle,sweetvoice。“Iseeit,andIbegyourforgiveness。Givemenowasaproofthatyoudoforgiveme,givemetheprizewhichIhavewon——akiss,Julia,akiss。“

  “Nothere,“answeredtheduchess。“O,no,nothere,Marie。Donotyouseethatthedoorsofthesaloonsareopen,andthatyourcompanyareallassembled。Theywouldallenvyme;theywouldallbejealousiftheyweretoseethepreferencewhichyoushowforme。“

  “Letthembejealous,letthemenvyyou,“criedthequeen;“thewholeworldshallknowthatJuliadePolignacismybest-lovedfriend,thatnexttohusbandandchildren,Ilovenoonesowellasher。“

  Withgentleviolencethequeenthrewbothherarmsaroundtheneckoftheduchess,andkissedherpassionately。

  “Didyounotice,“saidtheBarondeBesenvaltoLordAdhemar,withwhomhewasplayingagameofbackgammoninthesaloon,“didyounoticethetableauthatthequeenispresenting,takingforherthemeagrouprepresentingFriendship?“

  “Iwishitwereinmypowertoreproducethiswonderfulgroupinmarble,“answeredLordAdhemar,laughing。“ItwouldbeacompanionpiecetoOrestesandPylades。“

  “Butwhich,“askedtheDuchessdeGuemene,lookingupfromherembroidery,“whichwouldbethecompanionofOrestes,pursuedofFuries,surroundedbyserpents?“

  “Thatisthequeen,“answeredtheCountdeVaudreuil,whowassittingatthepianoandpractisinganewpieceofmusic。“ThequeenisthewomanlyOrestes:theFuriesarethethreeroyalaunts;andtheserpents——pardonme,ladies——are,withtheexceptionofyourselves,mostalltheladiesofParis。“

  “Youaremalicious,count,“criedMadamedeMorsan,“andwerewebyanychancenothere,youwouldreckonusamongtheserpents。“

  “IfIshoulddoso,“saidCountVaudreuil,laughing,“Ishouldonlywishtotaketheapplefromyou,inordertobedrivenoutofparadisewithyou。Butstill!thequeeniscoming。“

  Yes,justthenthequeenenteredtheapartment。Hercheekswereglowingredbyreasonofherrun,herbosomheavedviolentlywithherhurried,agitatedbreathing。Herhathadfallenupononeside,andthedarkblondhairwasthrownaboutinwildconfusion。

  Itwasnotthequeenwhoenteredthesaloon,itwasonlyMarieAntoinette,thesimple,youngwoman,greetingherfriendswithbrilliantglancesandlivelynods。Ithadbeenmadearulewithher,thatwhensheentered,nooneshouldrise,norleavetheembroidery,orpiano-playing,oranyotheroccupation。

  Thewomenremainedattheirwork,LordsBesenvalandAdhemarwentonplayingtheirgameofbackgammon,andonlytheCountdeVaudreuilrosefromhisplaceattheapproachofthequeen。

  “Whathaveyoubeenplaying,count?“askedMarieAntoinette。“Ibegyourpardon,ifIleaveyourquestionunanswered,“repliedthecount,withagentleinclinationofthehead。“Yourmajestyhassuchafineear,thatyoumustdoubtlessrecognizethecomposerinthemusic。Itisanentirelynewcomposition,andIhavetakenthelicenseofarrangingitforfourhands。Ifyourmajestywouldperhapsbeinclined-“

  “Come,“interruptedthequeen,“letustryitatonce。“

  Quickly,andwithfeverishimpatience,shedrewherblacknettedglovesfromherdelicatewhitehands,andatoncetookherplacenexttothecount,ontheseatalreadypreparedforher。

  “Willnotthemusicbetoodifficultformetoplay?“askedshe,timidly。

  “NothingistoodifficultfortheQueenofFrance。“

  “Butthereisagreatdealthatistoodifficultforthedilettante,MarieAntoinette,“sighedthequeen。“Meanwhile,wewillbeginandtryit。“

  Andwithgreatfacilityandlightnessoftouch,thequeenbegantoplaythebaseofthepiecewhichhadbeenarrangedbytheCountdeVaudreuilforfourhands。Butthelongersheplayed,themorethelaughterandtheunrestrainedgayetydisappearedfromthefeaturesofthequeen。Hernoblecountenanceassumedanexpressionofdeepearnestness,hereyekindledwithfeeling,andthecheekswhichbeforehadbecomepurple-redwiththeexerciseofplaying,nowpaledwithdeepinwardemotion。

  Allatonce,intheverymidstofthegrandandimpassionedstrains,MarieAntoinettestopped,and,underthestrengthofherfeeling,rosefromherseat。

  “OnlyGluckcanhavewrittenthis!“criedshe。“Thisisthemusic,thedivinemusicofmyexaltedmaster,mygreatteacher,ChevalierGluck。“

  “Youareright;yourmajestyisagreatmusician,“criedLordVaudreuil,inamazement,“theidealpupilofthegenialmaestro。

  Yes,thismusicisGluck’s。Itistheoverturetohisnewoperaof’Alcestes,’whichhesentmefromVenicetosubmittoyourmajesty。

  Thesetonesshallspeakforthemaster,andentreatforhimtheprotectionofthequeen。“

  “Youhavenotaddressedthequeen,butmyownheart,“saidMarieAntoinette,withgentle,deeplymovedvoice。“Itwasagreetingfrommyhome,agreetingfrommyteacher,whoisatthesametimethegreatestcomposerofEurope。Oh,Iamproudofcallingmyselfhispupil。ButGluckneedsnoprotection;itismuchmorewewhoneedtheprotectionwhichheaffordsusingivingustheworksofhisgenius。Ithankyou,count,“continuedMarieAntoinette,turningtoVaudreuilwithapleasantsmile。

  “Thisisagreatpleasurewhichyouhavepreparedforme。Butknowing,asInowdo,thatthisisGluck’smusic,Idonotdaretoplayanothernote;for,toinjureanoteofhiswriting,seemstomeliketreasonagainstthecrown。Iwillpractisethispiece,andthensomedaywewillplayittothewholecourt。Andnow,myhonoredguests,ifitpleasesyou,wegotomeettheking。Gentlemen,leteachonechoosehislady,forwedonotwanttogoinstateprocession,butbydifferentpaths。“

点击下载App,搜索"Marie Antoinette And Her Son",免费读到尾