"Dear Fidel!--I cannot get accustomed to your ordinary name, as if they could not have found a better one for you! Fidel! How tasteless! How ordinary! But this is not the time to discuss it. I am very glad that we thought of corresponding with each other."
(The letter is quite correctly written. The punctuation and spelling are perfectly right. Even our head clerk does not write so simply and clearly, though he declares he has been at the University. Let us go on.)
"I think that it is one of the most refined joys of this world to interchange thoughts, feelings, and impressions."
(H"m! This idea comes from some book which has been translated from German. I can"t remember the t.i.tle.)
"I speak from experience, although I have not gone farther into the world than just before our front door. Does not my life pa.s.s happily and comfortably? My mistress, whom her father calls Sophie, is quite in love with me."
(Ah! Ah!--but better be silent!)
"Her father also often strokes me. I drink tea and coffee with cream.
Yes, my dear, I must confess to you that I find no satisfaction in those large, gnawed-at bones which Polkan devours in the kitchen. Only the bones of wild fowl are good, and that only when the marrow has not been sucked out of them. They taste very nice with a little sauce, but there should be no green stuff in it. But I know nothing worse than the habit of giving dogs b.a.l.l.s of bread kneaded up. Someone sits at table, kneads a bread-ball with dirty fingers, calls you and sticks it in your mouth.
Good manners forbid your refusing it, and you eat it--with disgust it is true, but you eat it."
(The deuce! What is this? What rubbish! As if she could find nothing more suitable to write about! I will see if there is anything more reasonable on the second page.)
"I am quite willing to inform you of everything that goes on here. I have already mentioned the most important person in the house, whom Sophie calls "Papa." He is a very strange man."
(Ah! Here we are at last! Yes, I knew it; they have a politician"s penetrating eye for all things. Let us see what she says about "Papa.")
"... a strange man. Generally he is silent; he only speaks seldom, but about a week ago he kept on repeating to himself, "Shall I get it or not?" In one hand he took a sheet of paper; the other he stretched out as though to receive something, and repeated, "Shall I get it or not?"
Once he turned to me with the question, "What do you think, Meggy?" I did not understand in the least what he meant, sniffed at his boots, and went away. A week later he came home with his face beaming. That morning he was visited by several officers in uniform who congratulated him. At the dinner-table he was in a better humour than I have ever seen him before."
(Ah! he is ambitious then! I must make a note of that.)
"Pardon, my dear, I hasten to conclude, etc., etc. To-morrow I will finish the letter."
"Now, good morning; here I am again at your service. To-day my mistress Sophie ..."
(Ah! we will see what she says about Sophie. Let us go on!)
"... was in an unusually excited state. She went to a ball, and I was glad that I could write to you in her absence. She likes going to b.a.l.l.s, although she gets dreadfully irritated while dressing. I cannot understand, my dear, what is the pleasure in going to a ball. She comes home from the ball at six o"clock in the early morning, and to judge by her pale and emaciated face, she has had nothing to eat. I could, frankly speaking, not endure such an existence. If I could not get partridge with sauce, or the wing of a roast chicken, I don"t know what I should do. Porridge with sauce is also tolerable, but I can get up no enthusiasm for carrots, turnips, and artichokes."
The style is very unequal! One sees at once that it has not been written by a man. The beginning is quite intelligent, but at the end the canine nature breaks out. I will read another letter; it is rather long and there is no date.
"Ah, my dear, how delightful is the arrival of spring! My heart beats as though it expected something. There is a perpetual ringing in my ears, so that I often stand with my foot raised, for several minutes at a time, and listen towards the door. In confidence I will tell you that I have many admirers. I often sit on the window-sill and let them pa.s.s in review. Ah! if you knew what miscreations there are among them; one, a clumsy house-dog, with stupidity written on his face, walks the street with an important air and imagines that he is an extremely important person, and that the eyes of all the world are fastened on him. I don"t pay him the least attention, and pretend not to see him at all.
"And what a hideous bulldog has taken up his post opposite my window! If he stood on his hind-legs, as the monster probably cannot, he would be taller by a head than my mistress"s papa, who himself has a stately figure. This lout seems, moreover, to be very impudent. I growl at him, but he does not seem to mind that at all. If he at least would only wrinkle his forehead! Instead of that, he stretches out his tongue, droops his big ears, and stares in at the window--this rustic boor! But do you think, my dear, that my heart remains proof against all temptations? Alas no! If you had only seen that gentlemanly dog who crept through the fence of the neighbouring house. "Treasure" is his name. Ah, my dear, what a delightful snout he has!"
(To the deuce with the stuff! What rubbish it is! How can one blacken paper with such absurdities. Give me a man. I want to see a man! I need some food to nourish and refresh my mind, and get this silliness instead. I will turn the page to see if there is anything better on the other side.)
"Sophie sat at the table and sewed something. I looked out of the window and amused myself by watching the pa.s.sers-by. Suddenly a flunkey entered and announced a visitor--"Mr Teploff."
""Show him in!" said Sophie, and began to embrace me. "Ah! Meggy, Meggy, do you know who that is? He is dark, and belongs to the Royal Household; and what eyes he has! Dark and brilliant as fire."
"Sophie hastened into her room. A minute later a young gentleman with black whiskers entered. He went to the mirror, smoothed his hair, and looked round the room. I turned away and sat down in my place.
"Sophie entered and returned his bow in a friendly manner.
"I pretended to observe nothing, and continued to look out of the window. But I leant my head a little on one side to hear what they were talking about. Ah, my dear! what silly things they discussed--how a lady executed the wrong figure in dancing; how a certain Boboff, with his expansive shirt-frill, had looked like a stork and nearly fallen down; how a certain Lidina imagined she had blue eyes when they were really green, etc.
"I do not know, my dear, what special charm she finds in her Mr Teploff, and why she is so delighted with him."
(It seems to me myself that there is something wrong here. It is impossible that this Teploff should bewitch her. We will see further.)
"If this gentleman of the Household pleases her, then she must also be pleased, according to my view, with that official who sits in her papa"s writing-room. Ah, my dear, if you know what a figure he is! A regular tortoise!"
(What official does she mean?)
"He has an extraordinary name. He always sits there and mends the pens.
His hair looks like a truss of hay. Her papa always employs him instead of a servant."
(I believe this abominable little beast is referring to me. But what has my hair got to do with hay?)
"Sophie can never keep from laughing when she sees him."
You lie, cursed dog! What a scandalous tongue! As if I did not know that it is envy which prompts you, and that here there is treachery at work--yes, the treachery of the chief clerk. This man hates me implacably; he has plotted against me, he is always seeking to injure me. I"ll look through one more letter; perhaps it will make the matter clearer.
"Fidel, my dear, pardon me that I have not written for so long. I was floating in a dream of delight. In truth, some author remarks, "Love is a second life." Besides, great changes are going on in the house. The young chamberlain is always here. Sophie is wildly in love with him. Her papa is quite contented. I heard from Gregor, who sweeps the floor, and is in the habit of talking to himself, that the marriage will soon be celebrated. Her papa will at any rate get his daughter married to a general, a colonel, or a chamberlain."
Deuce take it! I can read no more. It is all about chamberlains and generals. I should like myself to be a general--not in order to sue for her hand and all that--no, not at all; I should like to be a general merely in order to see people wriggling, squirming, and hatching plots before me.
And then I should like to tell them that they are both of them not worth spitting on. But it is vexatious! I tear the foolish dog"s letters up in a thousand pieces.
_December 3rd._--It is not possible that the marriage should take place; it is only idle gossip. What does it signify if he is a chamberlain!
That is only a dignity, not a substantial thing which one can see or handle. His chamberlain"s office will not procure him a third eye in his forehead. Neither is his nose made of gold; it is just like mine or anyone else"s nose. He does not eat and cough, but smells and sneezes with it. I should like to get to the bottom of the mystery--whence do all these distinctions come? Why am I only a t.i.tular councillor?
Perhaps I am really a count or a general, and only appear to be a t.i.tular councillor. Perhaps I don"t even know who and what I am. How many cases there are in history of a simple gentleman, or even a burgher or peasant, suddenly turning out to be a great lord or baron? Well, suppose that I appear suddenly in a general"s uniform, on the right shoulder an epaulette, on the left an epaulette, and a blue sash across my breast, what sort of a tune would my beloved sing then? What would her papa, our director, say? Oh, he is ambitious! He is a freemason, certainly a freemason; however much he may conceal it, I have found it out. When he gives anyone his hand, he only reaches out two fingers.
Well, could not I this minute be nominated a general or a superintendent? I should like to know why I am a t.i.tular councillor--why just that, and nothing more?
_December 5th._--To-day I have been reading papers the whole morning.