雙語(yǔ)·邦斯舅舅 三十一、貞節(jié)的表現(xiàn)

XXXI

At your age, you would not take advantage of a defenceless woman! cried La Cibot, struggling in his arms.

Don't make a noise!

You too, the better one of the two! returned La Cibot. "Ah! it is my fault for talking about love to two old men who have never had nothing to do with women. I have roused your passions," cried she, as Schmucke's eyes glittered with wrath. "Help! help! police!"

You are a stoopid! said the German. "Look here, vat tid de toctor say?"

You are a ruffian to treat me so, wept La Cibot, now released,—"me that would go through fire and water for you both! Ah! well, well, they say that that is the way with men—and true it is! There is my poor Cibot, he would not be rough with me like this.... And I treated you like my children, for I have none of my own; and yesterday, yes, only yesterday I said to Cibot, 'God knew well what He was doing, dear,' I said, 'when He refused us children, for I have two children there upstairs.' By the holy crucifix and the soul of my mother, that was what I said to him—"

Eh! but vat did der doctor say? Schmucke demanded furiously, stamping on the floor for the first time in his life.

Well, said Mme. Cibot, drawing Schmucke into the dining-room, "he just said this—that our dear, darling love lying ill there would die if he wasn't carefully nursed; but I am here, in spite of all your brutality, for brutal you were, you that I thought so gentle. And you are one of that sort! Ah! now, you would not abuse a woman at your age, great blackguard—"

Placard? I? Vill you not oonderstand that I lof nopody but Bons?

Well and good, you will let me alone, won't you? said she, smiling at Schmucke. "You had better; for if Cibot knew that anybody had attempted his honor, he would break every bone in his skin."

Take crate care of him, dear Montame Zipod, answered Schmucke, and he tried to take the portress' hand.

Oh! look here now, again.

Chust listen to me. You shall haf all dot I haf, gif ve safe him.

Very well; I will go round to the chemist's to get the things that are wanted; this illness is going to cost a lot, you see, sir, and what will you do?

I shall vork; Bons shall be nursed like ein brince.

So he shall, M. Schmucke; and look here, don't you trouble about nothing. Cibot and I, between us, have saved a couple of thousand francs; they are yours; I have been spending money on you this long time, I have.

Goot voman! cried Schmucke, brushing the tears from his eyes. "Vat ein heart!"

Wipe your tears; they do me honor; this is my reward, said La Cibot, melodramatically. "There isn't no more disinterested creature on earth than me; but don't you go into the room with tears in your eyes, or M. Pons will be thinking himself worse than he is."

Schmucke was touched by this delicate feeling. He took La Cibot's hand and gave it a final squeeze.

Spare me! cried the ex-oysterseller, leering at Schmucke.

Bons, the good German said when he returned "Montame Zipod is an anchel; 'tis an anchel dat brattles, but an anchel all der same."

Do you think so? I have grown suspicious in the past month, said the invalid, shaking his head. "After all I have been through, one comes to believe in nothing but God and my friend—"

Get bedder, and ve vill lif like kings, all tree of us, exclaimed Schmucke.

Cibot! panted the portress as she entered the lodge. "Oh, my dear, our fortune is made. My two gentlemen haven't nobody to come after them, no natural children, no nothing, in short! Oh, I shall go round to Ma'am Fontaine's and get her to tell my fortune on the cards, then we shall know how much we are going to have—"

Wife, said the little tailor, "it's ill counting on dead men's shoes."

Oh, I say, are you going to worry me? asked she, giving her spouse a playful tap. "I know what I know! Dr. Poulain has given up M. Pons. And we are going to be rich! My name will be down in the will.... I'll see to that. Draw your needle in and out, and look after the lodge; you will not do it for long now. We will retire, and go into the country, out at Batignolles. A nice house and a fine garden; you will amuse yourself with gardening, and I shall keep a servant!"

Well, neighbor, and how are things going on upstairs? Remonencq put his head in at the door. "Do you know what the collection is worth?"

No, no, not yet. One can't go at that rate, my good man. I have begun, myself, by finding out more important things—

More important! exclaimed Remonencq; "why, what things can be more important?"

Come, let me do the steering, ragamuffin, said La Cibot au-thoritatively.

But thirty per cent on seven hundred thousand francs, persisted the dealer in old iron; "you could be your own mistress for the rest of your days on that."

Be easy, Daddy Remonencq; when we want to know the value of the things that the old man has got together, then we will see.