Bildungsromans; France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Villages -- France -- Fiction
As I came away from the church I saw by the old bridge a cluster of
girls from the village who, probably because it was Sunday, were
standing about in their best clothes, rallying the young men who went
past. Not so well dressed as the others, but seeming to enjoy some
ascendancy over them--for she scarcely answered when they spoke to
her--with a more serious and a more determined air, there was a tall one
who, hoisted upon the parapet of the bridge with her feet hanging down,
was holding on her lap a small vessel full of fish which she had
presumably just been catching. She had a tanned complexion, gentle eyes
but with a look of contempt for her surroundings, a small nose,
delicately and attractively modelled. My eyes rested upon her skin; and
my lips, had the need arisen, might have believed that they had followed
my eyes. But it was not only to her body that I should have liked to
attain, there was also her person, which abode within her, and with
which there is but one form of contact, namely to attract its attention,
but one sort of penetration, to awaken an idea in it.
And this inner self of the charming fisher-girl seemed to be still
closed to me, I was doubtful whether I had entered it, even after I had
seen my own image furtively reflect itself in the twin mirrors of her
gaze, following an index of refraction that was as unknown to me as if I
had been placed in the field of vision of a deer. But just as it would
not have sufficed that my lips should find pleasure in hers without
giving pleasure to them also, so I should have wished that the idea of
me which was to enter this creature, was to fasten itself in her, should
attract to me not merely her attention but her admiration, her desire,
and should compel her to keep me in her memory until the day when I
should be able to meet her again. Meanwhile I could see, within a
stone's-throw, the square in which Mme. de Villeparisis's carriage must
be waiting for me. I had not a moment to lose; and already I could feel
that the girls were beginning to laugh at the sight of me thus held
suspended before them. I had a five-franc piece in my pocket. I drew it
out, and, before explaining to the girl the errand on which I proposed
to send her, so as to have a better chance of her listening to me, I
held the coin for a moment before her eyes:
"Since you seem to belong to the place," I said to her, "I wonder if you
would be so good as to take a message for me. I want you to go to a
pastry-cook's--which is apparently in a square, but I don't know where
that is--where there is a carriage waiting for me. One moment! To make
quite sure, will you ask if the carriage belongs to the Marquise de
Villeparisis? But you can't miss it; it's a carriage and pair."
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