The counterfeiters : $b (Les faux-monnayeurs)Gide, André
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The counterfeiters : $b (Les faux-monnayeurs)
Gide, André
Counterfeiters -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English
The magistrate had begun his sentence in the past; the husband finished
it in the present, with an unmistakable allusion to himself. He added
sententiously between two mouthfuls:
“Other people’s appetites easily appear excessive when one doesn’t
share them.” He drank a long draught of wine, then: “And this explains,
my dear friend, how a husband loses the direction of his household.”
I understood, indeed--it was clear under the apparent incoherence of
his talk--his desire to make the responsibility of his own shortcomings
fall upon his wife’s virtue. Creatures as disjointed as this puppet,
I said to myself, need every scrap of their egoism to bind together
the disconnected elements of which they are formed. A moment’s
self-forgetfulness, and they would fall to pieces. He was silent. I
felt I must pour a few reflections over him, as one pours oil on an
engine that has accomplished a bout of work; and to set him going again
I remarked:
“Fortunately Pauline is intelligent.”
He prolonged his “ye-e-s” till it turned into a query; then:
“But still there are things she doesn’t understand. However intelligent
a woman may be, you know.... Still, I must admit that in the
circumstances I didn’t manage very cleverly. I began telling her about
a little affair of mine at a time when I thought--when I was absolutely
convinced--that it wouldn’t go any further. It did go further ... and
Pauline’s suspicions too. It was a mistake to put her on the ‘_qui
vive_,’ as people say. I have been obliged to hide things from
her--to tell lies.... That’s what comes of not holding one’s tongue
to begin with. It’s not my fault. I’m naturally confiding.... But
Pauline’s jealousy is alarming. You can’t imagine how careful I have
had to be.”
“Was it long ago?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s been going on for about five years now; and I flatter myself
I had completely reassured her. But now the whole thing has to begin
all over again. What do you think! When I got back home the day before
yesterday.... Suppose we order another bottle of Pommard, eh?”
“Not for me, please.”
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