WE SAW in a preceding chapter how Madame Danglars went formally to announce to Madame de Villefort the approaching marriage of Eugénie Danglars and M. Andrea Cavalcanti. This announcement, which implied or appeared to imply, the approval of all the persons concerned in this momentous affair, had been preceded by a scene to which our readers must be admitted. We beg them to take one step backward, and to transport themselves, the morning of that day of great catastrophes, into the showy, gilded salon we have before shown them, and which was the pride of its owner, Baron Danglars. In this room, at about ten o'clock in the morning, the banker himself had been walking to and fro for some minutes thoughtfully and in evident uneasiness, watching both doors, and listening to every sound. When his patience was exhausted, he called his valet. "Etienne," said he, "see why Mademoiselle Eugénie has asked me to meet her in the drawing-room, and why she makes me wait so long."

Having given this vent to his ill-humor, the baron became more calm; Mademoiselle Danglars had that morning requested an interview with her father, and had fixed on the gilded drawing-room as the spot. The singularity of this step, and above all its formality, had not a little surprised the banker, who had immediately obeyed his daughter by repairing first to the drawing-room. Etienne soon returned from his errand. "Mademoiselle's lady's maid says, sir, that mademoiselle is finishing her toilette, and will be here shortly."

Danglars nodded, to signify that he was satisfied. To the world and to his servants Danglars assumed the character of the good-natured man and the indulgent father. This was one of his parts in the popular comedy he was performing,--a make-up he had adopted and which suited him about as well as the masks worn on the classic stage by paternal actors, who seen from one side, were the image of geniality, and from the other showed lips drawn down in chronic ill-temper. Let us hasten to say that in private the genial side descended to the level of the other, so that generally the indulgent man disappeared to give place to the brutal husband and domineering father. "Why the devil does that foolish girl, who pretends to wish to speak to me, not come into my study? and why on earth does she want to speak to me at all?"

He was turning this thought over in his brain for the twentieth time, when the door opened and Eugénie appeared, attired in a figured black satin dress, her hair dressed and gloves on, as if she were going to the Italian Opera. "Well, Eugénie, what is it you want with me? and why in this solemn drawing-room when the study is so comfortable?"

"I quite understand why you ask, sir," said Eugénie, making a sign that her father might be seated, "and in fact your two questions suggest fully the theme of our conversation. I will answer them both, and contrary to the usual method, the last first, because it is the least difficult. I have chosen the drawing-room, sir, as our place of meeting, in order to avoid the disagreeable impressions and influences of a banker's study. Those gilded cashbooks, drawers locked like gates of fortresses, heaps of bank-bills, come from I know not where, and the quantities of letters from England, Holland, Spain, India, China, and Peru, have generally a strange influence on a father's mind, and make him forget that there is in the world an interest greater and more sacred than the good opinion of his correspondents. I have, therefore, chosen this drawing-room, where you see, smiling and happy in their magnificent frames, your portrait, mine, my mother's, and all sorts of rural landscapes and touching pastorals. I rely much on external impressions; perhaps, with regard to you, they are immaterial, but I should be no artist if I had not some fancies."

"Very well," replied M. Danglars, who had listened to all this preamble with imperturbable coolness, but without understanding a word, since like every man burdened with thoughts of the past, he was occupied with seeking the thread of his own ideas in those of the speaker.

"There is, then, the second point cleared up, or nearly so," said Eugénie, without the least confusion, and with that masculine pointedness which distinguished her gesture and her language; "and you appear satisfied with the explanation. Now, let us return to the first. You ask me why I have requested this interview; I will tell you in two words, sir; I will not marry count Andrea Cavalcanti."

Danglars leaped from his chair and raised his eyes and arms towards heaven.

"Yes, indeed, sir," continued Eugénie, still quite calm; "you are astonished, I see; for since this little affair began, I have not manifested the slightest opposition, and yet I am always sure, when the opportunity arrives, to oppose a determined and absolute will to people who have not consulted me, and things which displease me. However, this time, my tranquillity, or passiveness as philosophers say, proceeded from another source; it proceeded from a wish, like a submissive and devoted daughter" (a slight smile was observable on the purple lips of the young girl), "to practice obedience."

"Well?" asked Danglars.

"Well, sir," replied Eugénie, "I have tried to the very last and now that the moment has come, I feel in spite of all my efforts that it is impossible."

"But," said Danglars, whose weak mind was at first quite overwhelmed with the weight of this pitiless logic, marking evident premeditation and force of will, "what is your reason for this refusal, Eugénie? what reason do you assign?"

"My reason?" replied the young girl. "Well, it is not that the man is more ugly, more foolish, or more disagreeable than any other; no, M. Andrea Cavalcanti may appear to those who look at men's faces and figures as a very good specimen of his kind. It is not, either, that my heart is less touched by him than any other; that would be a schoolgirl's reason, which I consider quite beneath me. I actually love no one, sir; you know it, do you not? I do not then see why, without real necessity, I should encumber my life with a perpetual companion. Has not some sage said, 'Nothing too much'? and another, 'I carry all my effects with me'? I have been taught these two aphorisms in Latin and in Greek; one is, I believe, from Ph?drus, and the other from Bias. Well, my dear father, in the shipwreck of life--for life is an eternal shipwreck of our hopes--I cast into the sea my useless encumbrance, that is all, and I remain with my own will, disposed to live perfectly alone, and consequently perfectly free."

"Unhappy girl, unhappy girl!" murmured Danglars, turning pale, for he knew from long experience the solidity of the obstacle he had so suddenly encountered.

"Unhappy girl," replied Eugénie, "unhappy girl, do you say, sir? No, indeed; the exclamation appears quite theatrical and affected. Happy, on the contrary, for what am I in want of! The world calls me beautiful. It is something to be well received. I like a favorable reception; it expands the countenance, and those around me do not then appear so ugly. I possess a share of wit, and a certain relative sensibility, which enables me to draw from life in general, for the support of mine, all I meet with that is good, like the monkey who cracks the nut to get at its contents. I am rich, for you have one of the first fortunes in France. I am your only daughter, and you are not so exacting as the fathers of the Porte Saint-Martin and Gaieté, who disinherit their daughters for not giving them grandchildren. Besides, the provident law has deprived you of the power to disinherit me, at least entirely, as it has also of the power to compel me to marry Monsieur This or Monsieur That. And so--being, beautiful, witty, somewhat talented, as the comic operas say, and rich--and that is happiness, sir--why do you call me unhappy?"

Danglars, seeing his daughter smiling, and proud even to insolence, could not entirely repress his brutal feelings, but they betrayed themselves only by an exclamation. Under the fixed and inquiring gaze levelled at him from under those beautiful black eyebrows, he prudently turned away, and calmed himself immediately, daunted by the power of a resolute mind. "Truly, my daughter," replied he with a smile, "you are all you boast of being, excepting one thing; I will not too hastily tell you which, but would rather leave you to guess it." Eugénie looked at Danglars, much surprised that one flower of her crown of pride, with which she had so superbly decked herself, should be disputed. "My daughter," continued the banker, "you have perfectly explained to me the sentiments which influence a girl like you, who is determined she will not marry; now it remains for me to tell you the motives of a father like me, who has decided that his daughter shall marry." Eugénie bowed, not as a submissive daughter, but as an adversary prepared for a discussion.

"My daughter," continued Danglars, "when a father asks his daughter to choose a husband, he has always some reason for wishing her to marry. Some are affected with the mania of which you spoke just now, that of living again in their grandchildren. This is not my weakness, I tell you at once; family joys have no charm for me. I may acknowledge this to a daughter whom I know to be philosophical enough to understand my indifference, and not to impute it to me as a crime."

"This is not to the purpose," said Eugénie; "let us speak candidly, sir; I admire candor."

"Oh," said Danglars, "I can, when circumstances render it desirable, adopt your system, although it may not be my general practice. I will therefore proceed. I have proposed to you to marry, not for your sake, for indeed I did not think of you in the least at the moment (you admire candor, and will now be satisfied, I hope); but because it suited me to marry you as soon as possible, on account of certain commercial speculations I am desirous of entering into." Eugénie became uneasy.

"It is just as I tell you, I assure you, and you must not be angry with me, for you have sought this disclosure. I do not willingly enter into arithmetical explanations with an artist like you, who fears to enter my study lest she should imbibe disagreeable or anti-poetic impressions and sensations. But in that same banker's study, where you very willingly presented yourself yesterday to ask for the thousand francs I give you monthly for pocket-money, you must know, my dear young lady, that many things may be learned, useful even to a girl who will not marry. There one may learn, for instance, what, out of regard to your nervous susceptibility, I will inform you of in the drawing-room, namely, that the credit of a banker is his physical and moral life; that credit sustains him as breath animates the body; and M. de Monte Cristo once gave me a lecture on that subject, which I have never forgotten. There we may learn that as credit sinks, the body becomes a corpse, and this is what must happen very soon to the banker who is proud to own so good a logician as you for his daughter." But Eugénie, instead of stooping, drew herself up under the blow. "Ruined?" said she.

"Exactly, my daughter; that is precisely what I mean," said Danglars, almost digging his nails into his breast, while he preserved on his harsh features the smile of the heartless though clever man; "ruined--yes, that is it."

"Ah!" said Eugénie.

"Yes, ruined! Now it is revealed, this secret so full of horror, as the tragic poet says. Now, my daughter, learn from my lips how you may alleviate this misfortune, so far as it will affect you."

"Oh," cried Eugénie, "you are a bad physiognomist, if you imagine I deplore on my own account the catastrophe of which you warn me. I ruined? and what will that signify to me? Have I not my talent left? Can I not, like Pasta, Malibran, Grisi, acquire for myself what you would never have given me, whatever might have been your fortune, a hundred or a hundred and fifty thousand livres per annum, for which I shall be indebted to no one but myself; and which, instead of being given as you gave me those poor twelve thousand francs, with sour looks and reproaches for my prodigality, will be accompanied with acclamations, with bravos, and with flowers? And if I do not possess that talent, which your smiles prove to me you doubt, should I not still have that ardent love of independence, which will be a substitute for wealth, and which in my mind supersedes even the instinct of self-preservation? No, I grieve not on my own account, I shall always find a resource; my books, my pencils, my piano, all the things which cost but little, and which I shall be able to procure, will remain my own.

"Do you think that I sorrow for Madame Danglars? Undeceive yourself again; either I am greatly mistaken, or she has provided against the catastrophe which threatens you, and, which will pass over without affecting her. She has taken care for herself,--at least I hope so,--for her attention has not been diverted from her projects by watching over me. She has fostered my independence by professedly indulging my love for liberty. Oh, no, sir; from my childhood I have seen too much, and understood too much, of what has passed around me, for misfortune to have an undue power over me. From my earliest recollections, I have been beloved by no one--so much the worse; that has naturally led me to love no one--so much the better--now you have my profession of faith."

"Then," said Danglars, pale with anger, which was not at all due to offended paternal love,--"then, mademoiselle, you persist in your determination to accelerate my ruin?"

"Your ruin? I accelerate your ruin? What do you mean? I do not understand you."

"So much the better, I have a ray of hope left; listen."

"I am all attention," said Eugénie, looking so earnestly at her father that it was an effort for the latter to endure her unrelenting gaze.

"M. Cavalcanti," continued Danglars, "is about to marry you, and will place in my hands his fortune, amounting to three million livres."

"That is admirable!" said Eugénie with sovereign contempt, smoothing her gloves out one upon the other.

"You think I shall deprive you of those three millions," said Danglars; "but do not fear it. They are destined to produce at least ten. I and a brother banker have obtained a grant of a railway, the only industrial enterprise which in these days promises to make good the fabulous prospects that Law once held out to the eternally deluded Parisians, in the fantastic Mississippi scheme. As I look at it, a millionth part of a railway is worth fully as much as an acre of waste land on the banks of the Ohio. We make in our case a deposit, on a mortgage, which is an advance, as you see, since we gain at least ten, fifteen, twenty, or a hundred livres' worth of iron in exchange for our money. Well, within a week I am to deposit four millions for my share; the four millions, I promise you, will produce ten or twelve."

"But during my visit to you the day before yesterday, sir, which you appear to recollect so well," replied Eugénie, "I saw you arranging a deposit--is not that the term?--of five millions and a half; you even pointed it out to me in two drafts on the treasury, and you were astonished that so valuable a paper did not dazzle my eyes like lightning."

"Yes, but those five millions and a half are not mine, and are only a proof of the great confidence placed in me; my title of popular banker has gained me the confidence of charitable institutions, and the five millions and a half belong to them; at any other time I should not have hesitated to make use of them, but the great losses I have recently sustained are well known, and, as I told you, my credit is rather shaken. That deposit may be at any moment withdrawn, and if I had employed it for another purpose, I should bring on me a disgraceful bankruptcy. I do not despise bankruptcies, believe me, but they must be those which enrich, not those which ruin. Now, if you marry M. Cavalcanti, and I get the three millions, or even if it is thought I am going to get them, my credit will be restored, and my fortune, which for the last month or two has been swallowed up in gulfs which have been opened in my path by an inconceivable fatality, will revive. Do you understand me?"

"Perfectly; you pledge me for three millions, do you not?"

"The greater the amount, the more flattering it is to you; it gives you an idea of your value."

"Thank you. One word more, sir; do you promise me to make what use you can of the report of the fortune M. Cavalcanti will bring without touching the money? This is no act of selfishness, but of delicacy. I am willing to help rebuild your fortune, but I will not be an accomplice in the ruin of others."

"But since I tell you," cried Danglars, "that with these three million"--

"Do you expect to recover your position, sir, without touching those three million?"

"I hope so, if the marriage should take place and confirm my credit."

"Shall you be able to pay M. Cavalcanti the five hundred thousand francs you promise for my dowry?"

"He shall receive then on returning from the mayor's."*

* The performance of the civil marriage.

"Very well!"

"What next? what more do you want?"

"I wish to know if, in demanding my signature, you leave me entirely free in my person?"

"Absolutely."

"Then, as I said before, sir,--very well; I am ready to marry M. Cavalcanti."

"But what are you up to?"

"Ah, that is my affair. What advantage should I have over you, if knowing your secret I were to tell you mine?" Danglars bit his lips. "Then," said he, "you are ready to pay the official visits, which are absolutely indispensable?"

"Yes," replied Eugénie.

"And to sign the contract in three days?"

"Yes."

"Then, in my turn, I also say, very well!" Danglars pressed his daughter's hand in his. But, extraordinary to relate, the father did not say, "Thank you, my child," nor did the daughter smile at her father. "Is the conference ended?" asked Eugénie, rising. Danglars motioned that he had nothing more to say. Five minutes afterwards the piano resounded to the touch of Mademoiselle d'Armilly's fingers, and Mademoiselle Danglars was singing Brabantio's malediction on Desdemona. At the end of the piece Etienne entered, and announced to Eugénie that the horses were in the carriage, and that the baroness was waiting for her to pay her visits. We have seen them at Villefort's; they proceeded then on their course

我们在前一章　里曾提到腾格拉尔夫人到维尔福夫人那儿正式公布了欧热妮·腾格拉尔和安德烈·卡瓦尔康蒂的婚期。这个公布表示，看上去似乎表明，一切跟这件事有关系的人都似乎同意了这件事，但在作这个决定以前，还曾发生过一幕我们的读者不十分清楚的场面。我们要求读者们回到马尔塞夫伯爵自杀的那天早晨，走进腾格拉尔男爵引以自豪的那间华丽的镀金的客厅。在那间客厅里，约莫在早晨十点钟的时候，银行家在那儿踱来踱去；他已踱了大约很长一段时间，脸上露出深思而惶恐不安的神情，注意着每一扇门，倾听着每一个声音。他终于耐不住了，吩咐他的仆人。“依脱尼，”

他说，“去看看为什么欧热妮小姐要我在客厅里等她而又叫我等这么久。”

发了一阵脾气以后，男爵心里觉得平静了。腾格拉尔小姐那天早晨曾要求见她的父亲一次，并指定客厅作为会见的地方。这个奇怪的做法并没有使那位银行家感到惊奇，他立刻遵从他女儿的意愿，先到客厅等候。依脱尼不久就回来交差了。“小姐的婢女告诉我，”他说，“小姐快要梳妆完毕了，一会儿就来。”

腾格拉尔点点头，表示他很满意。对外界和对他的仆人，腾格拉尔象是一位好好先生又象是一位软弱的父亲。这是他在这幕喜剧里所扮演的角色之一；这个角色对他很合适，正如在古代的戏剧中，有些父亲的假面具，右嘴唇是向上翘的，带笑的，而左嘴唇是向下垂的，假装哭泣的。我们得赶快声明一句，在内心，那副笑嘴笑脸常常消失而露出那副死板的面孔来的；所以我们经常见不到那个宽厚大度的人而只见到那残酷的丈夫和专制的父亲。“那傻丫头既然想和我说话，为什么不到我的书房里来呢？而她为什么要和我谈话呢？”

正当他把这个恼人的念头在他的脑子里转到第二十遍的时候，客厅门开了，欧热妮走了进来，她穿着一件贴身的缎子衣服，头发梳得齐齐整整，戴着手套，象是得到意大利歌剧院去看戏的。

“噢，欧热妮，你有什么事要跟我说？为什么不到舒服的书房里去而要到这庄严的客厅里来？”

“您说得对，阁下，”欧热妮说，并示意请她的父亲坐下来，“因为您提出了两个问题，这两个问题可以包括在我们下面的全部谈话中去。两个这问题我都要回答，而我却违反常规，先来回答第二个问题，因为这个问题比较简单。阁下，我之所以选择客厅作为我们见面的地点，是为了要避免一位银行家的书房里的那种令人不快乐的印象所产生的影响。那些烫金的账簿，那些象堡垒的大门那样锁得严严的抽屉，那些我不知道从哪儿来的成堆的票据，以及那些从英国、荷兰、西班牙、印度、中国和秘鲁寄来的一叠叠的信件，通常会对一个父亲的头脑产生一种奇怪的影响，使他忘记世界上还有比社会地位和他来往银行的建议更应关切和更神圣的事情。所以我选择了庄严的客厅，在这里，在这些华丽的镜框里，您可以看到您、我和我母亲的微笑的画像，以及各种各样的田园风光和牧场景色，我很重视外界影响的力量。或许，尤其是在跟您见面的时候，这也许是一种错误，但如果我没有一点幻想的话，我就不成其为艺术家啦。”

“好极了，”腾格拉尔回答，他极其冷静地听着这一番长篇大论的演讲，但一个字也没有听懂，他虽然尽心在倾听，但象那些别有用心的人一样，只是在从旁人的话里寻找他适合自己的话题。

“看来，第二点已经向你说明白了，”欧热妮说，她说话时不慌不忙，她的神态和语气里都带着那种男性的自恃。“或许差不多说明白了，因为您看来已满意那一番解释。现在我们再回过头来谈第一点吧？您问我为什么要求作这次谈话，我可以用一句话来答复您，阁下，——我不愿意跟安德烈·卡瓦尔康蒂子爵结婚。”

腾格拉尔从椅子上跳了起来，猛然受到这么一个打击，他不由得同时把他的手臂和眼睛都抬起来。

“是的，真的，阁下，”欧热妮依旧很平静地说。“我看出您很惊奇。因为当这件小事在准备的时候，我丝毫没有表示反对，——不错，我老是在等机会反对那些不征求我意见的人和使我讨厌的事情，我知道自己太倔强专横。但这一次，我的安静和消极并不是因为在等待机会，它出自于另外一个原因，它来源于一种希望，象是一个驯服孝顺的女儿在学习服从。”说到这里，那青年姑娘发紫的嘴唇露出一个淡淡的微笑。

“怎么样？”腾格拉尔问。

“嗯，阁下，”欧热妮继续说，“我已经被折腾得精疲力尽了，现在时间已经到了，而我发觉，虽然我作了种种努力，但要我作更进一步的服从是不可能的。”

“但是，”腾格拉尔说，他的才智太差了，被这种经过了深思熟虑和意志的残忍逻辑吓了，“你这次拒绝究竟是为了什么原因呢，欧热妮，究竟为了什么原因呀？”

“原因？”那青年姑娘答道。“嗯！并不是为了这个人比别的人人更丑、更笨或更令人讨厌。不，安德烈·卡瓦尔康蒂先生从外貌上讲，甚至可以算是一个长得不错的人。也不是为了他能感动我的心，——那只是一个女学生的理由，我认为我已经过了那个阶段。我实在没有爱过一个人，阁下，您知道的，不是吗？我始终不明白为什么应该给我的生活加上一个永久的拖累。一位哲学家不是说过‘不要去寻求你不需要的东西’，而另一位哲人不是也说‘以你本身的一切为满足’吗？这两句格言我是从拉丁文和希腊文里学来的。前一句，我相信，是费陀［费陀是公元前五世纪希腊言家。——译注］说的，后一句，是庇阿斯［庇阿斯是公元前六世纪希腊所谓七贤之一。——译注］说的。嗯，我亲爱的爹爹，在生活的舟里——因为生活就意味着一次次希望的沉舟——我把一切无用的拖累都扔到海里，只是如此而已。我靠着自己的意志活下来，自愿完全过独身生活，这样就可以完全保持自由。”

“不幸的孩子！不幸的孩子！”腾格拉尔嘟囔着说，脸色显得苍白起来，因为他根据长期的经验，他知道他突然地遭到的障碍是这样的结实。

“不幸！”欧热妮答道，“阁下，您说是不幸吗？决不是的，那种叹息在我看似乎是装出来的。正巧相反，我很幸福。我问您，我现在还缺少什么？人家都说我长得很美，那可以帮助我受到盛情的款待。我喜欢得到欢迎的接待，因为当旁人用笑脸相迎的时候，我周围的人就显得没有那样丑了。我颇有一点智慧，并且还相当敏感，这总可以使我把一般人生活里所能找到的优点全部纳入到我自己的生活里，——象猴子打碎胡桃壳吃其中的肉一样。我很富有，因为您是法国第一流的富翁，我是您的独生女儿。而您不会顽固到象圣·马丁和拉加蒂剧院舞台上的父亲一样，不会因为他们的女儿生不出外孙女儿就剥夺她的继承权。况且，根据继承法，您也不能剥夺我的继承权，至少不能剥夺我的全部继承权，——我之所以要特别提出这一点，因为这也是一种强迫我嫁人的力量。所以，我美丽，又聪明，又有钱，而象喜剧里所说的那样，又有几分天才，——那就是幸福了呀，阁下，您为什么要说我是不幸的呢？”

腾格拉尔看到他女儿那种笑容满面，傲慢得几乎到了狂妄的语气，于也忍不住心中的一股怒气。但是，那股怒气只是从一声叹息里发泄了出来。在他女儿询问的凝视之下，面对着那两条带有疑问表情的美丽的黑眉毛，他小心地转过头去，立刻用谨慎的铁腕平静了自己。“真的，我的女儿呀，”他带着一个微笑答道，“你所说的一切都对，只有一样事情是不对的，我暂时先不告诉你那是什么，让你自己慢慢去发现它。”

欧热妮望着腾格拉尔，很惊奇她那引以自傲的那些优点竟没有一项被反驳。

“我的女儿呀，”那位银行家继续说，“你已经把你一个决心不嫁人的姑娘的感想，完全解释给我听，现在应该由我来告诉你：象我这样一个执意要让他的女儿嫁人的父亲，究竟是为了什么。”

欧热妮鞠了一躬，但她的神态不象是一驯服的女儿，而象是一个随时准备辩论的对手。

“我的女儿呀，”腾格拉尔继续说，“当一个父亲要他的女儿选择一个丈夫的时候，他希望她嫁人，总是有道理的。有些人正是因为热衷于你刚才所说的那种事情，——想抱外孙女儿。

“我可以坦白告诉你，我可不是因为这个，家庭之乐对我来说并没有太大诱惑力。这一点，对象你这样的一个女儿，我不妨承认，因为你有哲学家的风度，足可以理解我的淡漠，不会把它视作一种罪名。”

“好极了，”欧热妮说，“我们坦白讲吧，阁下，——我很喜欢坦白。”

“嗯！”腾格拉尔说，“当情势需要我这样做的时候，我可以采取你的办法，虽然这并不是我一贯的作风。我之所以要劝你结婚，并不是为了你的缘故，，因为至少在当时我的确没有想到你。你赞成坦白，我希望在你可以满足了。我之所以要催促你赶快结婚，是为了我的商业。”欧热妮显出不安的神情。“的确是这样，我可以保证，但你一定不要恼怒，因为这是你自己要我讲出来的。对象你这样的一个艺术家，我不愿意作详细的数字解释，你甚至怕走进我的书房，恐怕染上反诗意的印象和感触。但就在那间银行家的书房里，就在你昨天心甘情愿地走进来向我讨那每月数千法郎零用钱的地方，你必须知道，我亲爱的小姐，可以学到许多事情，甚至学到对一个不愿结婚的姑娘也有用的事情。譬如说，在那儿，——不怕你怀疑，我在客厅里也可以这样告诉你，——一个人就可以学到：一位银行家的信用，就是他的肉体生命和道德生命。信用于他来说，正如呼吸对于他的身体一样。基督山先生有一次曾在这一点上对我讲过这一番话，那是我永远不会忘记的。在那儿，一个人可以学到：当信用消失的时候，肉体就没有生命了。这就是那位有幸做一个女艺术家之父的银行家不久就必须要遭遇到的情形。”

但欧热妮在这个打击之下并没有显得垂头丧气。反而挺直了她的身体。“破产了！”她说。

“你说对了，我的女儿，这两个字用得很恰当，”腾格拉尔说，他用手紧紧捂住自己胸口，但他那严酷的脸上却依旧带着一个机智但却没有心肝的人的微笑。“破产！是的，正是这句话。”

“啊！”欧热妮说。

“是的，破产啦！现在，这个正如悲剧诗人所说的，‘充满着恐怖的秘密已经揭露了’。现在，我的女儿哪，既在这也会影响到你，且让我来告诉你：你或许能够免除这场不幸。”

“噢，”欧热妮喊道，“阁下，假如您以为你所宣布的破产会使我悲哀我自己的命运的话，您就是一位蹩脚相士了。我破产！那对我无足轻重？我不是还有我的天才吗？我难道不能象巴斯达［巴斯达（一七四五—一八一九），意大利高音歌剧演员。——译注］、马里邦［马里邦（一八○八—一八三六），法国高音歌剧演员。——译注］和格里契［格里契（一八一一—一八六九），意大利高音歌剧演员。——译注］那样，凭我自己的能力去获得您永远不会给我的一切吗？当您一年给我那可怜的一万二千法郎零用钱的时候，你总是用不高兴的脸色，还要责备我浪费，那时，我自己一年就可以赚十万或十五万里弗，拿到那笔钱，我不必感激旁人，只要感激自己就行了，而且那些钱还会伴随着喝采、欢呼和鲜花一同来。假如我没有那种天才，——您的微笑使我知道您很怀疑我的才能，——我不是还有我所热爱的独立吗？我认为独立比财宝更可贵，在我看来，它甚至比生命更重要。不，我并不为我自己担忧，——我总是可以有办法活下去的。我的书，我的笔，我的钢琴，永远是属于我的，而且那些东西都不值钱，即使失去了，我也可以再看得到。您或许认为我会为腾格拉尔夫人担心。您又在欺骗自己，如果我没弄错的话，我知道母亲对于威胁您的那场大难早已有所准备，那场大难也会影响到她。她很会照顾她自己的财产，——至少，我希望如此，——而她并没有因为照顾我而分了心，因为，感谢上帝，她借口我喜欢自由，一切完全由我自己作主。噢，不，阁下，我从小的时候，就经常受着不幸的威胁，我对于我周围的一切是看得太多、懂得太多了。从我能记事的那天起，我就不曾被任何人所爱，——那本来可以说很不幸！这样我自然也就谁也不爱了，——这也未尝不是一件好事！现在，您知道我的处世哲学了吧。”

“那好，”腾格拉尔说，他气的脸色发青，但那种气愤却不是因为父爱受了儿女反叛才有的，——“那末，小姐，你坚持要决心加速我的破产了吗？”

“您的破产？我加快您的破产？您是什么意思？我不懂您的意思。”

“那样还好，我还有一线希望，听着。”

“我全神贯注地在听。”欧热妮说，同时紧紧注视着他的父亲，这使父亲很难承受她那有力的凝视。

“卡瓦尔康蒂先生快和你结婚了，”腾格拉尔继续说，“他将把他的财产委托给我。那笔财产约有三百万。”

“这可是可观的数目！”欧热妮极其蔑视地说，玩弄着她的手套。

“你以为我会要你们的那三百万，”腾格拉尔说，“不要害怕。这笔钱现在至少可以得到一分利息。我从另外一位银行家，——我的同行，——那儿得到一条铁路的承股权，而铁路是目前唯一立刻发财的事业，目前巴黎人投资于铁路，就象以前投资于野猫横行的密西西比河流域的土地一样能发大财。根据我的估算，目前能拥有一条铁路的百万分之一的股权，正如以前在俄亥俄河两岸拥有一亩处女地一样。这是一种抵押投资——你看，这可是一种进步了，因为你所投资的钱至少可以换到十磅、十五磅、二十磅或一百磅铁。嗯，在一星期之内，必须买进四百万股票，这四百万，我答应给你一分或一分二的利息。”

“但阁下，看来您也记得很清楚，当我前天来见您的时候，”欧热妮答道，“我看到您进帐，——进帐这两个字说得不错吧？五百五十万。您甚至把那两张支票拿给我看，并且很惊奇这样贵重的一张支票并没有象闪电一样照花我的眼睛。”

“是的，但那五百五十万不是我的，而只是一种信任我的证据。我这个平民化的银行家的头衔使我获得了医院的信任，那五百五十万是属于医院的。在以前，我可以毫不犹豫地动用那笔款子，但我近来接连遭受损失是众所周知的事情，我已经告诉过你，我的信誉已经开始动摇了。那笔存款随时都有可能来提取，假如我拿它来充另外的用途，我就会给自己带来一次可耻的倒闭。相信我，我并不厌恶倒闭，但那必须是使人发财的倒闭而不是使人破产的倒闭。现在，要是你能与卡瓦尔康蒂先生结婚，而我碰到了那三百万，或者只要旁人以为我拿到那三百万，我的信誉便恢复了，而我的财产，虽然在过去一两个月内被大块大块地吞吸掉，以使我的前途有了很大的障碍，那时便可以重新建立起来。你明白我的意思了吗？

“听得十分明白。你把我抵押了三百万，不是吗？”

“数目越大，你便越有面子。这是可以使你想到你自己的身价。”

“谢谢您。还有一句话，阁下，您能不能答应我：你可以用卡瓦尔康蒂先生即将把他的财产委托给您的那个消息，而不去碰那笔款子？这不是我自私，而是一件处理问题的办法。我很愿意帮助您重振您的财产，但我却不愿意在造成他人破产的计划中做一个从犯。”

“但我告诉过您啦，”腾格拉尔喊道，“有了这三百万”

“阁下，您认为，如果不动用那三百万，能摆脱你的困境吗？”

“我希望如此，假如这件婚事能顺利举行的吧，或许会恢复我的信用。”

“您能够答应我签订婚约后就给那五十万法郎嫁资付给卡瓦尔康蒂先生吗？”

“他从市长公署回来就可以收到那笔钱。”

“太好了！”

“还有什么？你还要什么？”

“我希望知道：在我签字以后，您是否可以让我的行动完全自由？”

“绝对自由！”

“那末，好极了，阁下，我愿意嫁给卡瓦尔康蒂先生了。”

“但你有什么计划？”

“啊，那是我的秘密。假如在知道了您的秘密以后，我再把自己的秘密告诉您，那我对您还能有什么优势呢？”

腾格拉尔咬一咬自己的嘴唇。“那末，”他说，“你愿意去向亲戚朋友作必不可少的拜访吗？——那是绝对免不了的呀！”

“是的。”欧热妮回答。

“并且在三天以内签订婚约？”

“是的。”

“那末，这回轮到我来说‘好极了’啦！”腾格拉尔把他女儿的手紧握在自己的两手之间。这太奇怪了，——那做父亲的不敢说“谢谢你，我的孩子”，那做女儿的则不向她的父亲露出一点微笑。

“会谈结束了吗？”欧热妮站起身来问。

腾格拉尔表示他已无话可说了。五分钟以后，钢琴声在亚密莱小姐的手指下又响起来，接着腾格拉尔小姐的歌声也传了出来。一曲唱罢，依脱尼走进来，向欧热妮通报马车已经准备好了，男爵夫人已经在等她一同去访客。我们已在维尔福家里见到她们母女俩；那是第一个接受她们拜访的人家。