Avarice - Anger: Two of the Seven Cardinal Sins. Эжен Сю
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lid is screwed down will be a happy day for you, and for me, too, for it is too bad, too bad for any one to have to suffer as I do," added the poor woman, pressing her hand upon her bosom, and groaning heavily.
Mariette dried the tears her godmother's sarcastic words had excited, and approaching the sufferer, said, gently:
"You had such a bad night last night that I hoped you would be more comfortable to-day and get a little sleep while I was out."
"If I suffer or if I starve to death it makes no difference to you, evidently, provided you can run the streets."
"I went out this morning because I was absolutely obliged to, godmother, but before I left I asked Madame Justin — "
"I'd as lief see a death's-head as that creature, so when you want to get rid of me you have only to send her to wait on me."
"Shall I dress your arm, godmother?"
"No, it is too late for that now. You stayed away on purpose. I know you did."
"I am sorry I was late, but won't you let me dress it now?"
"I wish to heaven you would leave me in peace."
"But your arm will get worse if you don't have it dressed."
"And that is exactly what you want."
"Oh, godmother, don't say that, I beg of you."
"Don't come near me! I won't have it dressed, I say."
"Very well, godmother," replied the girl, sighing. Then she added, "I asked Madame Justin to bring up your milk. Here it is. Would you like me to warm it a little?"
"Milk? milk? I'm tired of milk! The very thought of it makes me sick at my stomach. The doctor said I was to have good strong bouillon, with a chop and a bit of chicken now and then. I had some Monday and Wednesday — but this is Sunday."
"It is not my fault, godmother. I know the doctor ordered it, but one must have money to follow his directions, and it is almost impossible for me to earn twenty sous a day now."
"You don't mind spending money on clothes, I'm sure. When my comfort is concerned it is a very different thing."
"But I have had nothing but this calico dress all winter, godmother," answered Mariette, with touching resignation. "I economise all I can, and we owe two months' rent for all that."
"That means I am a burden to you, I suppose. And yet I took you in out of the street, and had you taught a trade, you ungrateful, hard-hearted minx!"
"No, godmother, I am not ungrateful. When you are not feeling as badly as you are now you are more just to me," replied Mariette, restraining her tears; "but don't insist upon going without eating any longer. It will make you feel so badly."
"I know it. I've got dreadful cramps in my stomach now."
"Then take your milk, I beg of you, godmother."
"I won't do anything of the kind! I hate milk, I tell you."
"Shall I go out and get you a couple of fresh eggs?"
"No, I want some chicken."
"But, godmother, I can't — "
"Can't what?"
"Buy chicken on credit."
"I only want a half or a quarter of one. You had twenty-four sous in your purse this morning."
"That is true, godmother."
"Then go to the rôtisseur and buy me a quarter of a chicken."
"But, godmother, I — "
"Well?"
"I haven't that much money any longer, I have only a few sous left."
"And those two ten sous pieces; what became of them?"
"Godmother — "
"Where are those two ten sous pieces, tell me?"
"I — I don't know," repeated the poor girl, blushing. "They must have slipped out of my purse. I — I — "
"You lie. You are blushing as red as a beet."
"I assure you — "
"Yes, yes, I see," sneered the sick woman, "while I am lying here on my death-bed you have been stuffing yourself with dainties."
"But, godmother — "
"Get out of my sight, get out of my sight, I tell you! Let me lie here and starve if you will, but don't let me ever lay eyes on you again! You were very anxious for me to drink that milk! There was poison in it, I expect, I am such a burden to you."
At this accusation, which was as absurd as it was atrocious, Mariette stood for a moment silent and motionless, not understanding at first the full meaning of those horrible words; but when she did, she recoiled, clasping her hands in positive terror; then, unable to restrain her tears, and yielding to an irresistible impulse, she threw herself on the sick woman's neck, twined her arms around her, and covering her face with tears and kisses, exclaimed, wildly:
"Oh, godmother, godmother, how can you?"
This despairing protest against a charge which could have originated only in a disordered brain restored the invalid to her senses, and, realising the injustice of which she had been guilty, she, too, burst into tears; then taking one of Mariette's hands in one of hers, and trying to press the young girl to her breast with the other, she said, soothingly:
"Come, come, child, don't cry so. What a silly creature you are! Can't you see that I was only joking?"
"True, godmother, I was very stupid to think you could be in earnest," replied Mariette, passing the back of her hand over her eyes to dry her tears, "but really I couldn't help it."
"You ought to have more patience with your poor godmother, Mariette," replied the sick woman, sadly. "When I suffer so it seems as if I can hardly contain myself."
"I know it, I know it, godmother! It is easy enough to be just and amiable when one is happy, while you, poor dear, have never known what happiness is."
"That is true," said the sick woman, feeling a sort of cruel satisfaction in justifying her irritability by an enumeration of her grievances, "that is true. Many persons may have had a lot like mine, but no one ever had a worse one. Beaten as an apprentice, beaten by my husband until he drank himself to death, I have dragged my ball and chain along for fifty years, without ever having known a single happy day."
"Poor godmother, I understand only too well how much you must have suffered."
"No, child, no, you cannot understand, though you have known plenty of trouble in your short life; but you are pretty, and when you have on a fresh white cap, with a little bow of pink ribbon on your hair, and you look at yourself in the glass, you have a few contented moments, I know."
"But listen, godmother, I — "
"It is some comfort, I tell you. Come, child, be honest now, and admit that you are pleased, and a little proud too, when people turn to look at you, in spite of your cheap frock and your clumsy laced shoes."
"Oh, so far as that is concerned, godmother, I always feel ashamed, somehow, when I see people looking at me. When I used to go to the workroom there was a man who came to see Madame Jourdan, and who was always looking at me, but I just hated it."
"Oh, yes, but for all that it pleases you way down in your secret heart; and when you get old you will have something pleasant to think of, while I have not. I can't even remember that I was ever young, and, so far as looks are concerned, I was always so ugly that I never could bear to look in the glass, and I could get no husband except an old drunkard who used to beat me within an inch of my life. I didn't even have a chance to enjoy myself after his death, either, for I had a big bill at the wine-shop to pay