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第16章 VILLA RUBEIN(14)

"Ah! my friend," the smoker said, "you walk early; are you going my way?"It was Count Sarelli.The raw light had imparted a grey tinge to his pale face, the growth of his beard showed black already beneath the skin; his thumbs were hooked in the pockets of a closely buttoned coat, he gesticulated with his fingers.

"You are making a journey?" he said, nodding at the knapsack."You are early--I am late; our friend has admirable kummel--I have drunk too much.You have not been to bed, I think? If there is no sleep in one's bed it is no good going to look for it.You find that? It is better to drink kummel...! Pardon! You are doing the right thing: get away! Get away as fast as possible! Don't wait, and let it catch you!"Harz stared at him amazed.

"Pardon!" Sarelli said again, raising his hat, "that girl--the white girl--I saw.You do well to get away!" he swayed a little as he walked."That old fellow--what is his name-Trrreffr-ry! What ideas of honour!" He mumbled: "Honour is an abstraction! If a man is not true to an abstraction, he is a low type; but wait a minute!"He put his hand to his side as though in pain.

The hedges were brightening with a faint pinky glow; there was no sound on the long, deserted road, but that of their footsteps;suddenly a bird commenced to chirp, another answered--the world seemed full of these little voices.

Sarelli stopped.

"That white girl," he said, speaking with rapidity."Yes! You do well! get away! Don't let it catch you! I waited, it caught me--what happened? Everything horrible--and now--kummel!" Laughing a thick laugh, he gave a twirl to his moustache, and swaggered on.

"I was a fine fellow--nothing too big for Mario Sarelli; the regiment looked to me.Then she came--with her eyes and her white dress, always white, like this one; the little mole on her chin, her hands for ever moving--their touch as warm as sunbeams.Then, no longer Sarelli this, and that! The little house close to the ramparts! Two arms, two eyes, and nothing here," he tapped his breast, "but flames that made ashes quickly--in her, like this ash--!" he flicked the white flake off his cigar."It's droll! You agree, hein? Some day I shall go back and kill her.In the meantime--kummel!"He stopped at a house close to the road, and stood still, his teeth bared in a grin.

"But I bore you," he said.His cigar, flung down, sputtered forth its sparks on the road in front of Harz."I live here--good-morning!

You are a man for work--your honour is your Art! I know, and you are young! The man who loves flesh better than his honour is a low type--I am a low type.I! Mario Sarelli, a low type! I love flesh better than my honour!"He remained swaying at the gate with the grin fixed on his face; then staggered up the steps, and banged the door.But before Harz had walked on, he again appeared, beckoning, in the doorway.Obeying an impulse, Harz went in.

"We will make a night of it," said SareIIi; "wine, brandy, kummel? Iam virtuous--kummel it must be for me!"

He sat down at a piano, and began to touch the keys.Harz poured out some wine.Sarelli nodded.

"You begin with that? Allegro--piu--presto!

Wine--brandy--kummel!" he quickened the time of the tune: "it is not too long a passage, and this"--he took his hands off the keys--"comes after."Harz smiled.

"Some men do not kill themselves," he said.

Sarelli, who was bending and swaying to the music of a tarantella, broke off, and letting his eyes rest on the painter, began playing Schumann's Kinderscenen.Harz leaped to his feet.

"Stop that!" he cried.

"It pricks you?" said Sarelli suavely; "what do you think of this?"he played again, crouching over the piano, and making the notes sound like the crying of a wounded animal.

"For me!" he said, swinging round, and rising.

"Your health! And so you don't believe in suicide, but in murder?

The custom is the other way; but you don't believe in customs?

Customs are only for Society?" He drank a glass of kummel."You do not love Society?"Harz looked at him intently; he did not want to quarrel.

"I am not too fond of other people's thoughts," he said at last; "Iprefer to think my own.

"And is Society never right? That poor Society!""Society! What is Society--a few men in good coats? What has it done for me?"Sarelli bit the end off a cigar.

"Ah!" he said; "now we are coming to it.It is good to be an artist, a fine bantam of an artist; where other men have their dis-ci-pline, he has his, what shall we say--his mound of roses?"The painter started to his feet.

"Yes," said Sarelli, with a hiccough, "you are a fine fellow!""And you are drunk!" cried Harz.

"A little drunk--not much, not enough to matter!"Harz broke into laughter.It was crazy to stay there listening to this mad fellow.What had brought him in? He moved towards the door.

"Ah!" said Sarelli, "but it is no good going to bed--let us talk.Ihave a lot to say--it is pleasant to talk to anarchists at times."Full daylight was already coming through the chinks of the shutters.

"You are all anarchists, you painters, you writing fellows.You live by playing ball with facts.Images--nothing solid- hein? You're all for new things too, to tickle your nerves.No discipline! True anarchists, every one of you!"Harz poured out another glass of wine and drank it off.The man's feverish excitement was catching.

"Only fools," he replied, "take things for granted.As for discipline, what do you aristocrats, or bourgeois know of discipline?

Have you ever been hungry? Have you ever had your soul down on its back?""Soul on its back? That is good!"

"A man's no use," cried Harz, "if he's always thinking of what others think; he must stand on his own legs.""He must not then consider other people?""Not from cowardice anyway."

Sarelli drank.

"What would you do," he said, striking his chest, "if you had a devil-here? Would you go to bed?"A sort of pity seized on Harz.He wanted to say something that would be consoling but could find no words; and suddenly he felt disgusted.

What link was there between him and this man; between his love and this man's love?

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