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1、【英文读物】CAPTAIN BURLECHAPTER I THE SWINDLE It was nine oclock. The little town of Vauchamp, dark and silent, had just retired to bed amid a chilly November rain. In the Rue des Recollets, one of the narrowest and most deserted streets of the district of Saint-Jean, a single window was still alight on

2、the third floor of an old house, from whose damaged gutters torrents of water were falling into the street. Mme Burle was sitting up before a meager fire of vine stocks, while her little grandson Charles pored over his lessons by the pale light of a lamp. The apartment, rented at one hundred and six

3、ty francs per annum, consisted of four large rooms which it was absolutely impossible to keep warm during the winter. Mme Burle slept in the largest chamber, her son Captain and Quartermaster Burle occupying a somewhat smaller one overlooking the street, while little Charles had his iron cot at the

4、farther end of a spacious drawing room with mildewed hangings, which was never used. The few pieces of furniture belonging to the captain and his mother, furniture of the massive style of the First Empire, dented and worn by continuous transit from one garrison town to another, almost disappeared fr

5、om view beneath the lofty ceilings whence darkness fell. The flooring of red-colored tiles was cold and hard to the feet; before the chairs there were merely a few threadbare little rugs of poverty-stricken aspect, and athwart this desert all the winds of heaven blew through the disjointed doors and

6、 windows. Near the fireplace sat Mme Burle, leaning back in her old yellow velvet armchair and watching the last vine branch smoke, with that stolid, blank stare of the aged who live within themselves. She would sit thus for whole days together, with her tall figure, her long stern face and her thin

7、 lips that never smiled. The widow of a colonel who had died just as he was on the point of becoming a general, the mother of a captain whom she had followed even in his campaigns, she had acquired a military stiffness of bearing and formed for herself a code of honor, duty and patriotism which kept

8、 her rigid, desiccated, as it were, by the stern application of discipline. She seldom, if ever, complained. When her son had become a widower after five years of married life she had undertaken the education of little Charles as a matter of course, performing her duties with the severity of a serge

9、ant drilling recruits. She watched over the child, never tolerating the slightest waywardness or irregularity, but compelling him to sit up till midnight when his exercises were not finished, and sitting up herself until he had completed them. Under such implacable despotism Charles, whose constitut

10、ion was delicate, grew up pale and thin, with beautiful eyes, inordinately large and clear, shining in his white, pinched face. During the long hours of silence Mme Burle dwelt continuously upon one and the same idea: she had been disappointed in her son. This thought sufficed to occupy her mind, an

11、d under its influence she would live her whole life over again, from the birth of her son, whom she had pictured rising amid glory to the highest rank, till she came down to mean and narrow garrison life, the dull, monotonous existence of nowadays, that stranding in the post of a quartermaster, from

12、 which Burle would never rise and in which he seemed to sink more and more heavily. And yet his first efforts had filled her with pride, and she had hoped to see her dreams realized. Burle had only just left Saint-Cyr when he distinguished himself at the battle of Solferino, where he had captured a

13、whole battery of the enemys artillery with merely a handful of men. For this feat he had won the cross; the papers had recorded his heroism, and he had become known as one of the bravest soldiers in the army. But gradually the hero had grown stout, embedded in flesh, timorous, lazy and satisfied. In

14、 1870, still a captain, he had been made a prisoner in the first encounter, and he returned from Germany quite furious, swearing that he would never be caught fighting again, for it was too absurd. Being prevented from leaving the army, as he was incapable of embracing any other profession, he appli

15、ed for and obtained the position of captain quartermaster, “a kennel,” as he called it, “in which he would be left to kick the bucket in peace.” That day Mme Burle experienced a great internal disruption. She felt that it was all over, and she ever afterward preserved a rigid attitude with tightened

16、 lips. A blast of wind shook the Rue des Recollets and drove the rain angrily against the windowpanes. The old lady lifted her eyes from the smoking vine roots now dying out, to make sure that Charles was not falling asleep over his Latin exercise. This lad, twelve years of age, had become the old l

17、adys supreme hope, the one human being in whom she centered her obstinate yearning for glory. At first she had hated him with all the loathing she had felt for his mother, a weak and pretty young lacemaker whom the captain had been foolish enough to marry when he found out that she would not listen

18、to his passionate addresses on any other condition. Later on, when the mother had died and the father had begun to wallow in vice, Mme Burle dreamed again in presence of that little ailing child whom she found it so hard to rear. She wanted to see him robust, so that he might grow into the hero that

19、 Burle had declined to be, and for all her cold ruggedness she watched him anxiously, feeling his limbs and instilling courage into his soul. By degrees, blinded by her passionate desires, she imagined that she had at last found the man of the family. The boy, whose temperament was of a gentle, drea

20、my character, had a physical horror of soldiering, but as he lived in mortal dread of his grandmother and was extremely shy and submissive, he would echo all she said and resignedly express his intention of entering the army when he grew up. Mme Burle observed that the exercise was not progressing.

21、In fact, little Charles, overcome by the deafening noise of the storm, was dozing, albeit his pen was between his fingers and his eyes were staring at the paper. The old lady at once struck the edge of the table with her bony hand; whereupon the lad started, opened his dictionary and hurriedly began

22、 to turn over the leaves. Then, still preserving silence, his grandmother drew the vine roots together on the hearth and unsuccessfully attempted to rekindle the fire. At the time when she had still believed in her son she had sacrificed her small income, which he had squandered in pursuits she dare

23、d not investigate. Even now he drained the household; all its resources went to the streets, and it was through him that she lived in penury, with empty rooms and cold kitchen. She never spoke to him of all those things, for with her sense of discipline he remained the master. Only at times she shud

24、dered at the sudden fear that Burle might someday commit some foolish misdeed which would prevent Charles from entering the army. She was rising up to fetch a fresh piece of wood in the kitchen when a fearful hurricane fell upon the house, making the doors rattle, tearing off a shutter and whirling

25、the water in the broken gutters like a spout against the window. In the midst of the uproar a ring at the bell startled the old lady. Who could it be at such an hour and in such weather? Burle never returned till after midnight, if he came home at all. However, she went to the door. An officer stood

26、 before her, dripping with rain and swearing savagely. “Hell and thunder!” he growled. “What cursed weather!” It was Major Laguitte, a brave old soldier who had served under Colonel Burle during Mme Burles palmy days. He had started in life as a drummer boy and, thanks to his courage rather than his

27、 intellect, had attained to the command of a battalion, when a painful infirmitythe contraction of the muscles of one of his thighs, due to a woundobliged him to accept the post of major. He was slightly lame, but it would have been imprudent to tell him so, as he refused to own it. “What, you, Majo

28、r?” said Mme Burle with growing astonishment. “Yes, thunder,” grumbled Laguitte, “and I must be confoundedly fond of you to roam the streets on such a night as this. One would think twice before sending even a parson out.” He shook himself, and little rivulets fell from his huge boots onto the floor

29、. Then he looked round him. “I particularly want to see Burle. Is the lazy beggar already in bed?” “No, he is not in yet,” said the old woman in her harsh voice. The major looked furious, and, raising his voice, he shouted: “What, not at home? But in that case they hoaxed me at the cafe, Melanies es

30、tablishment, you know. I went there, and a maid grinned at me, saying that the captain had gone home to bed. Curse the girl! I suspected as much and felt like pulling her ears!” After this outburst he became somewhat calmer, stamping about the room in an undecided way, withal seeming greatly disturb

31、ed. Mme Burle looked at him attentively. “Is it the captain personally whom you want to see?” she said at last. “Yes,” he answered. “Can I not tell him what you have to say?” “No.” She did not insist but remained standing without taking her eyes off the major, who did not seem able to make up his mi

32、nd to leave. Finally in a fresh burst of rage he exclaimed with an oath: “It cant be helped. As I am here you may as well knowafter all, it is, perhaps, best.” He sat down before the chimney piece, stretching out his muddy boots as if a bright fire had been burning. Mme Burle was about to resume her

33、 own seat when she remarked that Charles, overcome by fatigue, had dropped his head between the open pages of his dictionary. The arrival of the major had at first interested him, but, seeing that he remained unnoticed, he had been unable to struggle against his sleepiness. His grandmother turned to

34、ward the table to slap his frail little hands, whitening in the lamplight, when Laguitte stopped her. “Nono!” he said. “Let the poor little man sleep. I havent got anything funny to say. Theres no need for him to hear me.” The old lady sat down in her armchair; deep silence reigned, and they looked

35、at one another. “Well, yes,” said the major at last, punctuating his words with an angry motion of his chin, “he has been and done it; that hound Burle has been and done it!” Not a muscle of Mme Burles face moved, but she became livid, and her figure stiffened. Then the major continued: “I had my do

36、ubts. I had intended mentioning the subject to you. Burle was spending too much money, and he had an idiotic look which I did not fancy. Thunder and lightning! What a fool a man must be to behave so filthily!” Then he thumped his knee furiously with his clenched fist and seemed to choke with indigna

37、tion. The old woman put the straightforward question: “He has stolen?” “You cant have an idea of it. You see, I never examined his accounts; I approved and signed them. You know how those things are managed. However, just before the inspectionas the colonel is a crotchety old maniacI said to Burle:

38、I say, old man, look to your accounts; I am answerable, you know, and then I felt perfectly secure. Well, about a month ago, as he seemed queer and some nasty stories were circulating, I peered a little closer into the books and pottered over the entries. I thought everything looked straight and ver

39、y well kept” At this point he stopped, convulsed by such a fit of rage that he had to relieve himself by a volley of appalling oaths. Finally he resumed: “It isnt the swindle that angers me; it is his disgusting behavior to me. He has gammoned me, Madame Burle. By God! Does he take me for an old foo

40、l?” “So he stole?” the mother again questioned. “This evening,” continued the major more quietly, “I had just finished my dinner when Gagneux came inyou know Gagneux, the butcher at the corner of the Place aux Herbes? Another dirty beast who got the meat contract and makes our men eat all the diseas

41、ed cow flesh in the neighborhood! Well, I received him like a dog, and then he let it all outblurted out the whole thing, and a pretty mess it is! It appears that Burle only paid him in driblets and had got himself into a muddlea confusion of figures which the devil himself couldnt disentangle. In s

42、hort, Burle owes the butcher two thousand francs, and Gagneux threatens that hell inform the colonel if he is not paid. To make matters worse, Burle, just to blind me, handed me every week a forged receipt which he had squarely signed with Gagneuxs name. To think he did that to me, his old friend! A

43、h, curse him!” With increasing profanity the major rose to his feet, shook his fist at the ceiling and then fell back in his chair. Mme Burle again repeated: “He has stolen. It was inevitable.” Then without a word of judgment or condemnation she added simply: “Two thousand francswe have not got them

44、. There are barely thirty francs in the house.” “I expected as much,” said Laguitte. “And do you know where all the money goes? Why, Melanie gets ityes, Melanie, a creature who has turned Burle into a perfect fool. Ah, those women! Those fiendish women! I always said they would do for him! I cannot

45、conceive what he is made of! He is only five years younger than I am, and yet he is as mad as ever. What a woman hunter he is!” Another long silence followed. Outside the rain was increasing in violence, and throughout the sleepy little town one could hear the crashing of slates and chimney pots as

46、they were dashed by the blast onto the pavements of the streets. “Come,” suddenly said the major, rising, “my stopping here wont mend matters. I have warned youand now Im off.” “What is to be done? To whom can we apply?” muttered the old woman drearily. “Dont give waywe must consider. If I only had

47、the two thousand francsbut you know that I am not rich.” The major stopped short in confusion. This old bachelor, wifeless and childless, spent his pay in drink and gambled away at ecarte whatever money his cognac and absinthe left in his pocket. Despite that, however, he was scrupulously honest fro

48、m a sense of discipline. “Never mind,” he added as he reached the threshold. “Ill begin by stirring him up. I shall move heaven and earth! What! Burle, Colonel Burles son, condemned for theft! That cannot be! I would sooner burn down the town. Now, thunder and lightning, dont worry; it is far more a

49、nnoying for me than for you.” He shook the old ladys hand roughly and vanished into the shadows of the staircase, while she held the lamp aloft to light the way. When she returned and replaced the lamp on the table she stood for a moment motionless in front of Charles, who was still asleep with his face lying on the dictionary. His pale cheeks and long fair hair made him look like