He stopped.
She asked:
"Then?... What?"
He answered:
"Then ... what would you think?... what ... what.... What would you have answered?"
She broke forth into a peal of laughter, which made the sugar juice run off the tips of her fingers on to the carpet.
"I? But you did not ask me anything. It was not for me to make a declaration."
He then advanced a step towards her.
"Tell me ... tell me.... You remember the day when Saudres went to sleep on the gra.s.s after lunch ... when we had walked together as far as the bend of the river, below ..."
He waited, expectantly. She had ceased to laugh, and looked at him, straight in the eyes.
"Yes, certainly, I remember it."
He answered, shivering all over.
"Well ... that day ... if I had been ... if I had been ... enterprising ... what would you have done?"
She began to laugh as only a happy woman can laugh, who has nothing to regret, and responded, frankly, in a voice tinged with irony:
"I would have yielded, my friend."
She then turned on her heels and went back to her jam-making.
Savel rushed into the street, cast down, as though he had encountered some great disaster. He walked with giant strides, through the rain, straight on, until he reached the river, without thinking where he was going. When he reached the bank he turned to the right and followed it.
He walked a long time, as if urged on by some instinct. His clothes were running with water, his hat was bashed in, as soft as a piece of rag, and dripping like a thatched roof. He walked on, straight in front of him. At last, he came to the place where they had lunched so long, long ago, the recollection of which had tortured his heart. He sat down under the leafless trees, and he wept.
THE PORT
PART I
Having sailed from Havre on the 3rd of May, 1882, for a voyage in the China seas, the square-rigged three-master, _Notre Dame des Vents_, made her way back into the port of Ma.r.s.eilles, on the 8th of August, 1886, after an absence of four years. When she had discharged her first cargo in the Chinese port for which she was bound, she had immediately found a new freight for Buenos Ayres, and from that place had conveyed goods to Brazil.
Other pa.s.sages, then damage repairs, calms ranging over several months, gales which knocked her out of her course--all the accidents, adventures, and misadventures of the sea, in short--had kept far from her country, this Norman three-master, which had come back to Ma.r.s.eilles with her hold full of tin boxes containing American preserves.
At her departure, she had on board, besides the captain and the mate, fourteen sailors, eight Normans and six Britons. On her return, there were left only five Britons and four Normans; the other Briton had died while on the way; the four Normans having disappeared under various circ.u.mstances, had been replaced by two Americans, a negro, and a Norwegian carried off, one evening, from a tavern in Singapore.
The big vessel, with reefed sails and yards crossed over her masts, drawn by a tug from Ma.r.s.eilles, rocking over a sweep of rolling waves which subsided gently on becoming calm, pa.s.sed in front of the Chateau d"If, then under all the gray rocks of the roadstead, which the setting sun covered with a golden vapor; and she entered the ancient port, in which are packed together, side by side, ships from every part of the world, pell mell, large and small, of every shape and every variety of rigging, soaking like a "bouillabaise" of boats in this basin too limited in extent, full of putrid water, where sh.e.l.ls touch each other, rub against each other, and seem to be pickled in the juice of the vessels.
_Notre Dame des Vents_ took up her station between an Italian brig and an English schooner, which made way to let this comrade slip in between them; then, when all the formalities of the custom-house and of the port had been complied with, the captain authorized the two-thirds of his crew to spend the night on sh.o.r.e.
It was already dark. Ma.r.s.eilles was lighted up. In the heat of this summer"s evening a flavor of cooking with garlic floated over the noisy city, filled with the clamor of voices, of rolling vehicles, of the crackling of whips, and of southern mirth.
As soon as they felt themselves on sh.o.r.e, the ten men, whom the sea had been tossing about for some months past, proceeded along quite slowly with the hesitating steps of persons who are out of their element, unaccustomed to cities, two by two, procession.
They swayed from one side to another as they walked, looked about them, smelling out the lanes opening out on the harbor, rendered feverish by the amorous appet.i.te which had been growing to maturity in their bodies during their last sixty-six days at sea. The Normans strode on in front, led by Celestin Duclos, a tall young fellow, st.u.r.dy and waggish, who served as a captain for the others every time they set forth on land. He divined the places worth visiting, found out by-ways after a fashion of his own, and did not take much part in the squabbles so frequent among sailors in seaport towns. But, once he was caught in one, he was afraid of n.o.body.
After some hesitation as to which of the obscure streets which lead down to the waterside, and from which arise heavy smells, a sort of exhalation from closets, they ought to enter, Celestin gave the preference to a kind of winding pa.s.sage, where gleamed over the doors projecting lanterns bearing enormous numbers on their rough colored gla.s.s. Under the narrow arches at the entrance to the houses, women wearing ap.r.o.ns like servants, seated on straw chairs, rose up on seeing them coming near, taking three steps towards the gutter which separated the street into two halves, and which cut off the path from this file of men, who sauntered along at their leisure, humming and sneering, already getting excited by the vicinity of those dens of prost.i.tutes.
Sometimes, at the end of a hall, appeared, behind a second open door, which presented itself unexpectedly, covered over with dark leather, a big wench, undressed, whose heavy thighs and fat calves abruptly outlined themselves under her coa.r.s.e white cotton wrapper. Her short petticoat had the appearance of a puffed out girdle; and the soft flesh of her breast, her shoulders, and her arms, made a rosy stain on a black velvet corsage with edgings of gold lace. She kept calling out from her distant corner, "Will you come here, my pretty boys?" and sometimes she would go out herself to catch hold of one of them, and to drag him towards her door with all her strength, fastening on to him like a spider drawing forward an insect bigger than itself. The man, excited by the struggle, would offer a mild resistance, and the rest would stop to look on, undecided between the longing to go in at once and that of lengthening this appetizing promenade. Then when the woman, after desperate efforts, had brought the sailor to the threshold of her abode, in which the entire band would be swallowed up after him, Celestin Duclos, who was a judge of houses of this sort, suddenly exclaimed: "Don"t go in there, Marchand!
That"s not the place."
The man, thereupon, obeying this direction, freed himself with a brutal shake; and the comrades formed themselves into a band once more, pursued by the filthy insults of the exasperated wench, while other women, all along the alley, in front of them, came out past their doors, attracted by the noise, and in hoa.r.s.e voices threw out to them invitations coupled with promises. They went on, then, more and more stimulated, from the combined effects of the coaxings and the seductions held out as baits to them by the choir of portresses of love all over the upper part of the street, and the ign.o.ble maledictions hurled at them by the choir at the lower end--the despised choir of disappointed wenches. From time to time, they met another band--soldiers marching along with spurs jingling at their heels--sailors again--isolated citizens--clerks in business houses.
On all sides might be seen fresh streets, narrow, and studded all over with those equivocal lanterns. They pursued their way still through this labyrinth of squalid habitation, over those greasy pavements through which putrid water was oozing, between those walls filled with women"s flesh.
At last, Duclos made up his mind, and, drawing up before a house of rather attractive exterior, made all his companions follow him in there.
PART II
Then followed a scene of thorough going revelry. For four hours the six sailors gorged themselves with love and wine. Six months" pay was thus wasted.
In the princ.i.p.al room in the tavern they were installed as masters, gazing with malignant glances at the ordinary customers, who were seated at the little tables in the corners, where one of the girls, who was left free to come and go, dressed like a big baby or a singer at a cafe-concert, went about serving them, and then seated herself near them.
Each man, on coming in, had selected his partner, whom he kept all the evening, for the vulgar taste is not changeable. They had drawn three tables close up to them; and, after the first b.u.mper, the procession divided into two parts, increased by as many women as there were seamen, had formed itself anew on the staircase. On the wooden steps, the four feet of each couple kept tramping for some time, while this long file of lovers got swallowed up behind the narrow doors leading into the different rooms.
Then they came down again to have a drink, and, after they had returned to the rooms descended the stairs once more.
Now, almost intoxicated, they began to howl. Each of them, with bloodshot eyes, and his chosen female companion on his knee, sang or bawled, struck the table with his fist, shouted while swilling wine down his throat, set free the human brute. In the midst of them, Celestin Duclos, pressing close to him, a big damsel with red cheeks, who sat astride over his legs, gazed at her ardently. Less tipsy than the others, not that he had taken less drink, he was as yet occupied with other thoughts, and, more tender than his comrades, he tried to get up a chat. His thoughts wandered a little, escaped him, and then came back, and disappeared again, without allowing him to recollect exactly what he meant to say.
"What time--what time--how long are you here?"
"Six months," the girl answered.
He seemed to be satisfied with her, as if this were a proof of good conduct, and he went on questioning her:
"Do you like this life?"
She hesitated, then in a tone of resignation.
"One gets used to it. It is not more worrying than any other kind of life. To be a servant-girl or else a scrub is always a nasty occupation."
He looked as if he also approved of the truthful remark.
"You are not from this place?" said he.
She answered merely by shaking her head.
"Do you come from a distance?"