第一百九十二章 第五卷 霹雳一声惊倒布贡老妈妈
第五卷 霹雳一声惊倒布贡老妈妈
次日，古费拉克所称的布贡大妈（她的真名是布尔贡，但我们已指出，这位革命家古费拉克是不尊重任何人的），布贡大妈惊愕地发现马吕斯又穿上新外套出去了。
他到卢森堡公园去，但不再越过那条小路的中段。他照旧坐在他那个长凳上。他从远处观看，清清楚楚地看到那顶白帽子、那件黑袍和那道蓝光。他待在那里不走，一直等到园门关了才回家。他看不见勒布朗先生和他的女儿走出大门。他断定他们是从西街那扇门出去的。后来，过了几个星期，当他回想这事时，他记不起那天晚上是在什么地方吃的晚饭。
第三天，布贡大妈又挨了一记闷雷。马吕斯穿上新外套出去了。“一连三天！”她嚷道。
她想盯住他，但马吕斯走得很快，跨着大步。他两三下就走得无影无踪，她喘不过气来，气得发昏。“真没道理，穿上最好的衣服，还要叫人家跑断腿！”
马吕斯到卢森堡公园去了。
那少女和勒布朗先生也在那里。马吕斯装作专心看书，尽量走近去，但距离仍相当远，接着又回头坐在他的长凳上。在那里，他足足待了四个小时，看着那些小麻雀在小径上跳来跳去，它们对他似乎还报以嘲笑。
这样过了半个月。马吕斯去卢森堡公园，不再是为了闲逛，而是为了坐在那个固定的地方，而且连他自己也说不上为什么。到了那里，他就再也不动了。他每天穿上新外套，为的是不让人看见，第二天他又照穿不误。
她确实是个绝色美人。唯一能挑剔的，只是她的目光略带忧伤而笑容却带着欢乐，这使她的脸上有一种近乎古怪的神情，有时会使这张温柔的脸变得有些异样，但依然迷人。
On the following day, Ma’am Bougon, as Courfeyrac styled the old
portress-principal-tenant, housekeeper of the Gorbeau hovel, Ma’am
Bougon, whose name was, in reality, Madame Burgon, as we have found
out, but this iconoclast, Courfeyrac, respected nothing,—Ma’am Bougon
observed, with stupefaction, that M. Marius was going out again in his
new coat.
He went to the Luxembourg again, but he did not proceed further than
his bench midway of the alley. He seated himself there, as on the
preceding day, surveying from a distance, and clearly making out, the
white bonnet, the black dress, and above all, that blue light. He did
not stir from it, and only went home when the gates of the Luxembourg
closed. He did not see M. Leblanc and his daughter retire. He concluded
that they had quitted the garden by the gate on the Rue de l’Ouest.
Later on, several weeks afterwards, when he came to think it over, he
could never recall where he had dined that evening.
On the following day, which was the third, Ma’am Bougon was
thunderstruck. Marius went out in his new coat. “Three days in
succession!” she exclaimed.
She tried to follow him, but Marius walked briskly, and with immense
strides; it was a hippopotamus undertaking the pursuit of a chamois.
She lost sight of him in two minutes, and returned breathless,
three-quarters choked with asthma, and furious. “If there is any
sense,” she growled, “in putting on one’s best clothes every day, and
making people run like this!”
Marius betook himself to the Luxembourg.
The young girl was there with M. Leblanc. Marius approached as near as
he could, pretending to be busy reading a book, but he halted afar off,
then returned and seated himself on his bench, where he spent four
hours in watching the house-sparrows who were skipping about the walk,
and who produced on him the impression that they were making sport of
him.
A fortnight passed thus. Marius went to the Luxembourg no longer for
the sake of strolling there, but to seat himself always in the same
spot, and that without knowing why. Once arrived there, he did not
stir. He put on his new coat every morning, for the purpose of not
showing himself, and he began all over again on the morrow.
She was decidedly a marvellous beauty. The only remark approaching a
criticism, that could be made, was, that the contradiction between her
gaze, which was melancholy, and her smile, which was merry, gave a
rather wild effect to her face, which sometimes caused this sweet
countenance to become strange without ceasing to be charming.
