French fiction -- Translations into English; Short stories, French -- Translations into English
“‘I don’t like people who make you ask them so many times,’ she said.
‘You did me a very great service the first time, without knowing
whether you would gain anything by it. Yesterday, you bargained with
me. I don’t know why I came, for I don’t love you any more. Here, take
this _douro_ for your trouble.’
“I was within an ace of throwing the money at her head, and I was
obliged to make a violent effort over myself to keep from striking
her. After we had quarrelled for an hour, I left the house in a rage.
I wandered about the city a long while, tramping hither and thither
like a madman; at last I entered a church, and, seeking out the darkest
corner, wept scalding tears. Suddenly I heard a voice:
“‘A dragoon’s tears! I must make a love-philtre of them!’
“I raised my eyes; Carmen stood in front of me.
“‘Well, my countryman, are you still angry with me?’ she said. ‘It must
be that I love you, in spite of what I know of you, for since you left
me, I don’t know what is the matter with me. See, I am the one now who
asks you to come to Rue de Candilejo.’
“So we made our peace; but Carmen’s moods were like the weather in our
country. Among our mountains a storm is never so near as when the sun
shines brightest. She promised to meet me again at Dorothy’s, and she
did not come. And Dorothy told me coolly that she had gone to Laloro on
business of Egypt.
“As I knew already from experience what to think on that subject, I
sought Carmen wherever I thought that she could possibly be, and I
passed through Rue de Candilejo twenty times a day. One evening I was
at Dorothy’s, having almost tamed her by treating her now and then to a
glass of anisette, when Carmen came in, followed by a young officer, a
lieutenant in our regiment.
“‘Off with you, quick,’ she said to me in Basque.
“I sat as if stupefied, with rage in my heart.
“‘What are you doing here?’ the lieutenant asked me; ‘decamp, leave
this house!’
“I could not take a step; I was like a man who has lost the use of his
limbs. The officer, seeing that I did not withdraw, and that I had not
even removed my forage cap, lost his temper, seized me by the collar,
and shook me roughly. I do not know what I said to him. He drew his
sword, and I my sabre. The old woman grasped my arm, and the lieutenant
struck me a blow on the forehead, the mark of which I still bear. I
stepped back and knocked Dorothy down with a blow of my elbow; then,
as the lieutenant followed me, I held the point of my sabre to his
breast, and he spitted himself on it. Thereupon Carmen put out the
lamp and told Dorothy in her language to fly. I myself rushed out into
the street and started to run, I knew not whither. It seemed to me
that some one was following me. When I came to my senses, I found that
Carmen had not left me.
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