Franois also felt bad luck, but the causes were quite different. She has just settled her daughter on the table to have a delicious supper. But listen to my return home, she will take off the dishes, put on the needle and thread, pretending to do needle and thread work, rather than preparing for supper, it seems too late, so I said to me: "She just drank a soup, I insisted that she eat some bones." In this way, she talked about her daughter's supper as if it was a sin to be rich. Even at lunch or dinner, if I happen to break into the kitchen by accident, Franois will pretend that everyone has finished their meal, and sometimes even argue, "I just wanted to eat a piece" or "take a bite". But if you look at the mess of cups and plates on the table, you don't have to worry about her hunger. When I suddenly burst into the kitchen, Franois was caught off guard and could not hide the cups and plates on the table like a criminal. Besides, she was not a bad person. Then she added, "Oh, go to bed, you're tired enough to work today" (implying that her daughter not only saves money and clothes, but also works hard for us). You're in the kitchen. Especially for your husband. He's waiting for guests. Quick, go upstairs. She went on and on, as if she had to use her authority as a mother to drive her daughter to bed. In fact, since she could not eat the night meal, she stayed here just to make a show. If I stayed here for another five minutes, she would slip away herself. Franois turned to me and said in a beautiful saying with a touch of her own style, "Sir, she was so sleepy that her face was cut off." I'm glad I don't have to bother with her daughter. I have already introduced that Franois was born in a small rural town, very close to her mother's home, but there are differences in water, soil, crops and dialects, especially in some customs of the residents. Therefore, the butcher's wife and Franois's niece are very uncooperative, but they have one thing in common: whenever they go out to buy something, they always go to their sister's or cousin's house. The delay is only a few hours. Once they open the chat box, they can't help but go out. When they returned home, Mr. Ruo asked, "Hello, does Mr. Marquis Nobouva receive guests at 6:15?" They don't even slap their heads and say, "Ah! I forgot it, but I defended myself by saying, "Ah! Mr. A asked me to ask about it. I didn't understand it. I thought I was just going to say hello to him. If they can be so "mindless" about what they were told an hour ago, they will not be able to erase what their sisters or cousins said to them as long as they listen to it once. For example, the butcher heard that the British fought against us at the same time as the Prussians in 1970. Although I explained many times that this was not a historical fact, it was in vain. Every three weeks, she would repeat to me in a small chat: "This is exactly the one that the British and the Prussians fought with us at the same time in 1970. The war was caused. But I've told you a hundred times that you've made a mistake." But she answered, "Anyway, that shouldn't be a reason to resent them. How much water has flowed under the bridge since 70 years ago..." This shows that she is sure that her ideas have not wavered. On another occasion, she was advocating war with the British, and I opposed it face to face. She said, "Of course, it's better not to fight, but since you have to fight, it's better to fight right away. As my sister just explained, since the British fought against us in 1970, trade agreements have destroyed us all. After defeating them, we will never let an Englishman come to our France again, unless we pay 300 francs entry fee. That's not the way we are going to Britain now." There are less than 500 inhabitants in this rural town. They are surrounded by chestnut trees, willows, potatoes and beets planted in the fields. The inhabitants of this town treat people sincerely and sincerely. But when they speak, they have a stubborn tenacity that they will never tolerate interruption. If someone interrupts them twenty times, they will repeat the old words twenty times. Eventually, it made them speak like Bach's fugue, which is indisputable and indestructible. This shows the character of the townspeople. On the contrary, Franoise's daughter, who thinks herself a contemporary woman, has gone out of the old country lanes and spoke in Parisian slang. When Franois said that I had just returned from the residence of a prince's wife, she immediately joked, "Ah! The Prince and woman must be a useless coconut egg. Seeing that I was waiting for guests, she deliberately called my name "Charles". I was very naive and busy to say no, which provided her with the opportunity of amusement: "Ah! I thought so. I'm still wondering'Charles is waiting'for the guests. The fun of this joke is really not elegant. When Albertina arrived late, she said something comforting to me: "I think you can wait for her like this. She won't come again. Ah! We're a bunch of little white faces today!" I will not be so indifferent when I hear that. In French, "Charle satten ten" and "charlatan" are homonyms. In this way, her words are quite different from her mother's; but more strangely, her mother's words are different from her grandmother's, who was born in Bayole-Pan, close to Franoise's hometown. However, there are slight differences in scenery and dialects between the two places. Franois's home went down the hill to a valley, shaded by willows. On the contrary, in a small place far from here in France, the dialect is almost identical to that of the Messegris. It was I who first discovered this, but at the same time, I felt very disgusted. One day, I saw Franois chatting with a maid at home, who was from that place and spoke a local language. They can almost understand each other, but I don't know what to say, and I can't understand a word. They know I don't understand, but they are still chattering. They think that although they are far away from each other, they can always be forgiven by their master when they find their local accent. So they mutter in front of me and keep talking. The local dialect from other places seems to be deliberately inaccessible. Every week, such vivid studies of linguistic geography and maidservant friendship continue in the kitchen, but I get no pleasure from them. Every time the gate of the courtyard opens, the woman's Porter presses the electric button and flicks the staircase lights as usual. The people living in the courtyard, without exception, have already returned home. I quickly left the kitchen, returned to the waiting room and sat down while peeping out the door. In the room, because the curtain is slightly narrow, it does not completely cover the glass door of the house, and a vertical dim light is put in, which is dim under the light of the stairway entrance. If the glimmer suddenly turns golden, it means that Albertina has come in from below and will appear next to me in two minutes; the night is so deep that no one can visit her. I waited, but the dim light remained the same, always dim, and I leaned all over to make sure I could see it clearly; however, even if I could not turn my eyes, it would not help if I found that the vertical and dim light suddenly had magic in it and turned it into a far-reaching, meaningful light. I will be overjoyed by the brilliant pillar of light, but the black light completely disregards my strong desire and does not give me this joy. Undoubtedly, it was an anxiety for Albertina, but I missed her for less than three minutes during the whole Galmont party! Ordinary physical enjoyment may not be satisfied, which provoked me to wait for other girls in the past, especially the delayed Hibbert when the taste of hope, but also caused me great mental pain. I had to go back to my bedroom, and Franoise followed me through the door. She felt that since I had returned from the party, there was no need to keep the rose in the hole of my jacket, so she had to go ahead and fetch it. Her gesture hinted to me that Albertina could never come again, and I had to admit that it was for her that I wished to make myself beautiful and smart. Franoise's outstretched hand annoyed me so much that when I pulled out, I crumpled the whole flower, and she said to me, "Best. Or let me take it off, lest it be damaged like this, "I added fire to the fire. Besides, as long as she opens her mouth, I will be annoyed with what she says. In the hope of waiting, people suffer terribly for what they can't get, how can they tolerate the interference of others? When Franois stepped out of the bedroom, I thought I would do everything I could to pay tribute to Albertina today. When I asked her to come to my house on that windy and moonlit night, I shouldn't treat her like that. I thought how many times I used to receive her without shaving or shaving for days. 。 I felt that she didn't take me seriously at all and left me alone. If Albertina comes back --- one of the most wonderful things for me --- for the first time in years I have placed this Turquoise bag on a small table near my bed, which Hillbert specially invited to make for me, dedicated to Bergott's little memorial, in order to make the room more elegant. Zhang's. For a long time, when I was sleeping, I always insisted on putting it on the pillow with the agate marble. Albertina has never been seen, and she must have stayed in what she thought was a more pleasant place. But I can't find her anywhere. Although I confessed to Swan less than an hour ago that I would not be jealous of him, this time it made me feel no more bitter than Albertina herself made me. If I see my girlfriend more often, my sad mood may have turned into an urgent need long before I know where she spends her time with whom. It was too late for me to send someone to Albertina's house, but there was still a glimmer of hope in my heart. Maybe she was having supper with her girlfriends in a coffee shop. She would think of calling me. So I turned the switch on my bedroom and cut off the line connecting the post office with the door-room at this time of the day. 。 It might be simpler and less obstructive to install a telephone in the aisle opposite Franois's room, but it might not be helpful. The progress of civilization has enabled everyone to show undoubtedly good qualities, which are more valuable in the eyes of friends. However, it may also expose their new vice and make friends more intolerable to them. That's why Edison's invention led Franois to develop another problem, that is, no matter how urgent or urgent things are, she doesn't use the telephone. Whenever she was taught to call, she always managed to escape as others did in vaccination. So the phone was installed in my room. In order not to disturb my parents, the telephone was converted into an ordinary turntable. I was afraid I couldn't hear the sound of rotation, so I didn't move. I held my breath so quietly that for the first time in months I noticed the ticking of the clock. Franois went into the door to sort things out. She chatted with me, but I hated talking with her. As the mediocre, monotonous gossip went on, my heart changed from worry to anxiety, and from anxiety to total despair. I had to say a few vague and satisfactory words to her, but not sincerely. I felt so sad on my face. On the one hand, I pretended to be indifferent, on the other hand, I showed such a painful look. The two were so incongruous that I had to pretend that rheumatism had been committed again and hesitated. In the past, although Franois spoke softly (not because of Albertina, who thought it might be too late for Albertina to visit), I was still worried that her voice was getting in my way, and I could not hear the salvation call that might not be heard again. Franois was finally going to bed; I gave her both the hard and the soft way out so that the sound of her departure would not drown out the phone. Then I continued to wait for good news and suffered; at the moment we expected, from ear-catching sound to brain-making choice and analysis, and then from mind to heart-communicating analysis results, this cyclic movement was so rapid that we could hardly perceive the passage of time and seemed to feel that we were using it directly. Heart to listen. I was tortured and anxious to hear the call from the late phone, but the more I longed, the more I was disappointed. Just as I was twisted in a lonely, anxious spiral and twirling painfully to the pole, the surging night of Paris suddenly approached me. In its depths, near my desk, I suddenly heard a wonderful mechanical sound, like the shake of a shawl in Tristan, or the sound of a shepherd boy's reed. This is the voice of the telephone turntable. I jumped on Albertina." Call you at this time without disturbing you?"" Oh, no..." I restrained my inner joy and answered that she said the time was not right, and no doubt she wanted to apologize for waiting for the moment, even though it was late at night, she would not be absent. Are you coming?" I asked in an indifferent tone. Oh... If you don't want me, you won't come." One part of my body belongs to Albertina, and the other part urgently needs to be integrated with it. Anyway, she had to come, but I didn't tell her at first; now that we were on the phone, I thought I could always force her to comply at the last minute, either by letting her come to me or by letting me go to her house. "Yes, I'm very close to home," she said, "but it's too far away from your home; I didn't read your notes carefully. I just saw it. I'm afraid you're in a hurry." I felt that she was lying. I was on fire now. Although I wanted to see her, I wanted to stir her up. I had to force her to run. But I refused at the outset what I could get after a moment. Where on earth is she? Her voice was mixed with other sounds: the honking of a bicyclist, the singing of a woman, and the playing of a band in the distance. The music was as clear and discernible as her lovely voice, as if to show me that it was Albertina, who was close to me at the moment, but she couldn't help it. They are like people pulling out seedlings and taking away roots and mud. The noise I heard disturbed her ears at the same time, making it difficult for her to concentrate: the real details, though irrelevant to the theme and worthless in themselves, were particularly indispensable for us to find out the truth of extraneous branches; the charming sketches of a Paris street, the cold touch of an unknown party. The paintings are all the reasons why Albertina couldn't come to our house after the end of Fidel. "Let me make it clear to you first. I don't mean to ask you to come. By this time, your coming will only cause me great inconvenience..." I said to her, "I'm dead. Besides, after all, things are very complicated. However, I must tell you that there can be no misunderstanding in my letter. You can also reply with a word. If you don't understand, what does that mean? I said it was decided, but I don't remember clearly what was decided. But I think you're angry and upset me. I really regret seeing Fidel. If I had known it would cause so much trouble... She added another sentence, just like some people, who clearly did one thing wrong, but deliberately thought it was another thing that others blamed them. I'm angry. It has nothing to do with Fidel. It's not the play I asked you to see. "Well, you blame me me, bad, it's too late tonight, or I'll be there for you, but I'll be there tomorrow and the day after tomorrow to ask for forgiveness." Oh! No, Albertina, I beg you, you've wasted me a whole night, at least in the days to come. I'm not free for two or three weeks. Listen to me, if we always have this kind of nausea, which makes you feel uneasy, and in fact, you may have a reason, then, since I have waited for you at this time, you are still outside, even if fatigue for fatigue, I would like you to come to me at once, I will go and have some coffee to refresh myself." Put it off till tomorrow, won't you? Because there are difficulties... When I heard her excuse, it seemed as if she would not come, and I felt that a very different emotion was kindled. It struggled painfully and tried to interweave with the desire in my heart. I longed to see the smooth face again. I thought that in Balbeck, the desire did not drive me to pursue that fortune for a day. Blessing moment: In front of us is September's purple sea, beside which is the rose flower. This very different sentiment  The old emotion tried to merge with the new one and form a unity. However, what it longed for was at best the rose-red color of the gorgeous sea and beach flowers, and the result of its efforts was often only the combination of the two (purification). To be a new substance exists only in an instant. But that night, at least the two emotional components remained separate, and could last for quite a long time. But when I heard the last words on the phone, I suddenly realized that Albertina's life distance (no doubt not in terms of material significance) was so far away that I had to go on exploring tirelessly in order to control it. Moreover, it was tightly organized, like a battle fortress, for the sake of greater security. Even camouflage as later people used to call "bunker" general concealment. In addition, Albertina belongs to such a kind of person although she is in the upper stratum of the upper class society. It is like a mailman who promises you with a full mouth by the portress. When the master returns to the house, she is sent to her by someone. Until one day, you find that this person is her, the woman whom you meet outside and agree to write to her. That's the porter. She tells you her address, which is actually in the porter's room, and she does live there (besides, it's a small, low brothel, and the porter herself is the Irish Mother). However, about her life, she only scribbled five or six lines. As a result, when she wanted to see her or know her, she could not touch her home, either too left or too right, or too forward or too backward, even for months or years. What we got. For Albertina, I feel that I will never know anything about her. Many details and facts are intertwined. Truth and falsehood are like a mess, and I will never get a clue. Things will go on like this forever, unless she's thrown into prison (and possibly escaped), and her life is lost. That night, though the thought of death only caused a sense of anxiety in my heart, I shuddered as if it were a harbinger of long suffering in the future. "Oh, no," I answered, "I've told you that I haven't had time for three weeks, tomorrow or another day." Well, then... I'll come right here... It's annoying... I'm at a girlfriend's house... (I don't think she's convinced that I've accepted her request to come to our place, so it's not sincere and I want to ignore it)""What does your girlfriend have to do with me? It's your business whether to come or not. It's not what I asked you for. It's your own proposal. Don't be angry. I'll get a taxi right away. I'll be with you in ten minutes." In this way, from the depth of the night in Paris, invisible news came to my bedroom, measuring the radius of a distant life. Albertina is the first signal to appear immediately after it is predicted. At first, I met her under the sky of Balbeck, and the waiter of the Grand Hotel set the tableware for the guests. The sunset sparkled their eyes. The windows of the hotel were all open, and the delicate smell of the evening freely entered the spacious restaurant from the beach. On the beach, the last wanderers lingered and forgot to return. In the dining room, the first group of diners had not been seated yet. They were placed in the mirror behind the counter, glancing over the red reflection of the hull, reflecting the gray color of the smoke coming from the last ship of Rifbell. I stopped investigating the cause of Albertina's late arrival, and Franois went into my bedroom and reported to me, "Albertina's here." Why did Miss Albertina come so late? If I didn't even raise my head, it was purely for pretence. But when I raised my eyes to Franois as if out of curiosity, trying to capture her reaction and confirm the apparent sincerity of my questions, I suddenly admired and resented that Franois was so artistic that she could make lifeless clothes alive and make the lines of her five senses speak. Her skill is comparable to that of Rabema herself. She knows this well and is good at manipulating her tight corset and hair. The whitest strands are all combed to the surface as if they were presented as birth certificates. Her neck is bent obediently due to fatigue and obedience. This hair, this neck is complaining for her. At her age, she woke her up from sleep in the middle of the night, pulled her up from the damp bed, forced her to wear clothes as quickly as she could, and risked the risk of chest inflammation. I was afraid of showing an apologetic look for Albertina's late arrival and said, "Anyway, she's here. I'm so glad. That's all right." Speaking, I couldn't help bursting with joy. But the perfect joy did not last long, and Franoise did not expect to answer me that way. She didn't complain, she even tried to pretend to resist an intolerable cough. She wore only a shawl and seemed to feel cold. She first reported to me what she had said to Albertina, and she didn't even miss asking her aunt for her peace. That's what I said, sir. I'm afraid she won't come again, because it's no longer the time to visit. It's going to be dawn soon. She must have enjoyed herself somewhere, because she not only told me to keep my husband waiting for a long time, but also said to me with a look of contempt:'Better late than never!' Franois added a few more words, which made me sad to hear: "If she said so, she would sell herself. She might hate to find a place to hide, but..." I'm not surprised. As I have just said, Franoise seldom speaks clearly about what she has been given to do, not to mention what she has said herself, but she likes to add fuel and vinegar, not to mention the expected replies. However, if there is an exception, she conveys to us her friend's reply, no matter how brief the words are, she often tries to do everything she can to ensure that when they need to speak, they will use their manner, tone and voice to ensure that they are acting in a certain way, in a word, they must add something hurtful. Once, when we let her go to a shop, she suffered an insult, which was reluctant to endure. Moreover, nine out of ten such insults were her own imagination. Since she was our representative and spoke in our name, I hope this insult refers to mulberry curse. Although it was directed at her, it was us who cursed in a roundabout way. But she had to say that she had misunderstood and suffered from delusions of persecution. Not all the traders were in collusion with her. Besides, it doesn't matter to me how businessmen feel. And Albertina's emotions are not small to me. Franois repeated the sarcastic phrase "Better late than never" to me, and it soon reminded me of the friends who had gathered with Albertina. Albertina had a wonderful night in the middle of their small circle, which must have been happier than staying with me." She's funny. She's wearing a flat cap on her head. Her eyes are big and she looks strange. Especially the coat on her body has been eaten up by insects. It's time to send it to the rag shop to mend it. I think she's funny. She added that she seemed to be laughing at Albertina. She seldom agreed with me, but I felt it necessary to highlight her views. Her laugh was clearly contemptuous and ridiculous, but I didn't even look at it and pretend to understand it. On the contrary, I didn't know the little hat she said, but I told Franoise the opposite way, "The flat hat you said is a real charming thing..." "That means nothing." This time, Franois was outspoken and openly sniffed. At this time, I said a few harsh words to her, but the tone was gentle and soothing, trying to appear that my false sentences were true, not angry, while avoiding waste of lip and tongue, in order to avoid Albertina waiting for a long time. "You are so kind," I said to Franois sweetly, "you are so lovely, you have many good things, but you still stay at the level of the day you first arrived in Paris, no matter how well you understand things like clothing, or how familiar you are with French pronunciation, and how to avoid misreading. This." It is foolish to blame the French words we are proud of for their pure pronunciation. In fact, they are "mispronunciation words" caused by the mispronunciation of Latin or Saxon by Gaolu's mouth, because our whole language is only a mixture of the substandard pronunciation of several of his languages. The linguistic features of the present stage, the future and past of French, may be the problems that have aroused my interest in Francois's mispronunciation. Is it not as curious as the animals that survived in ancient times, such as whales and giraffes, to call "mending stores" rag stores? These animals show us the stages of animal life. "Since you haven't learned it for so many years," I continued, "you'll never learn it. You can rest assured that this does not prevent you from being a very honest and kind person, nor from doing delicious frozen beef and other kinds of things. The ordinary hat you think was specially made according to one of Mrs. Galmont's hats, which cost 500 francs. Besides, I'm going to send a more beautiful one to Miss Albertina." I know what annoys Franois most is that I spend money on people she doesn't like. She grabbed a few words from me. Suddenly, she gasped and could not hear what she was saying. Later, when I learned that she had a heart attack, I felt extremely guilty that I would never give up this cruel but tasteless pleasure because I always robbed her of it. Moreover, Franois hated Albertina because poor Albertina did not help to improve my superiority in Franois's eyes. Every time I was invited by Mrs. de Villebarisis, Franois always showed a kind smile. Instead, she was angry that Albertina never asked back. I had to fabricate what gifts Albertina had given me, and Franois never doubted whether there were any. Franois was greatly displeased by this kind of irreverent association, especially when it came to food. If we hadn't received Mrs. Bondang's invitation (she wasn't in Paris half the time, because her husband had stayed in the Ministry enough to "work part-time" everywhere as usual), and Albertina accepted my mother's invitation to dinner at home, she would feel that my girlfriend was too vulgar to stand up to Gombre's popular smoothness. Roundabout insults: eat my own bread, I want to eat a full, want me to eat your bread, my stomach will not be hungry. I deliberately pretended that I had to write a letter." Who are you writing to? Albertina went in and asked. For one of my beautiful girlfriends, Silbert Swan. You don't know her, do you? No." I gave up the original idea and did not ask Albertina about the night. I felt that if we blame her again, the night was so deep, we would not have enough time to reconcile kissing and caressing. Besides, since the first minute, I've been acting foolishly. Besides, if there is some peace in my heart, it is because I am not happy. Although the expected people have arrived, but the waiting time that the unique feeling of ignorance of the southeast and northwest still exists, stirring up our inner tranquility, hindering us from tasting the joy of the arrival of the lover, only when the mood is calm, we can imagine how happy it is. Albertina is right in front of me, but my nerves are at a loss. I'm still nervous and looking forward to her. I want a good kiss, Albertina." Whatever you kiss." She was very kind to me. I've never seen her so beautiful." Another one?" She asked. You know, how happy I am." It's a thousand times happier for me than you are." She answered me. Ah! What a beautiful bag you have here! Take it, and I'll give it to you as a souvenir." You are so cute... If you want, people can completely overcome the romantic habit, just think about your beloved woman, try to experience the situation you will face when you no longer love her in the future. Hilbert's small bag and agate marbles, all of which were precious in the past, were purely determined by the recipient's inner state at that time. Now for me, a small bag is a small bag, and a marble is a marble. I asked Albertina if she wanted something to drink. I seem to see oranges and water here. It's wonderful." She told me. She said that I could taste the coolness of her kiss, which was cooler than kissing at Prince Galmont's house. I drank, and the orange juice squeezed into the water seemed to be self-dedicated to her mature and secret life, which had a wonderful effect on some state of the human body. The body belonged to a very different world, making me crisp and energetic, but in turn, it provided me with the trick of watering flowers and weeds. Through these tricks, it can be good for the body, because fruits have opened up mysteries for my senses, not for my reason. As Albertina left, I remembered promising Swan to write to Hilbert, and thought it would be better to start at once. However, I had no excitement at all. It was like writing the last line of annoying class work and writing the name of Silbert Swan on the envelope. In the past, I painted her name on my exercise book, fantasized about it, and created an illusion of letters to and from her. The reason is that if I wrote this name in the past, then today, the task has been handed over to a secretary by the force of habit. The force of habit often creates many secretaries for myself. It recently appointed a person in my body to serve me, because the Secretary and Hillbert had been ignorant all his life, I only heard about her, only know that it was a girl I once loved, can not connect these words with the specific reality, so when he wrote Hillbert's name, The bottom of my heart can be more calm and peaceful. I can't blame her for her ruthlessness. Looking at Hilbert now is a testimony to how carefully she was chosen for people in the past. The bags and agate marbles were sent to Albertina, and their weight in my mind was the weight in Hilbert's mind at the beginning. As long as they were not given the reflection of their inner emotional flame, they would probably have this amount in anyone's mind. But now, there is a new chaos in my heart, which weakens the real power of things and words. Albertina thanked me again: "How I like turquoise!" I immediately answered her, "Don't let them die!" In this way, the bright future of our friendship is entrusted to Turquoise like a jewel, but it can hardly arouse Albertina's feelings, just as it can not retain the feelings that held me together with Hilbert in the past. During this period, a strange thing happened, which is worth mentioning. The reason is that such strange things recur at all important stages of history. While I was writing to Hilbert, Mr. de Gelmont returned home from the fancy dress ball with a mask on his face. Suddenly, he remembered that he would have to formally mourn the next day and decided to go to the plague spring one week earlier than he should have accepted. Three weeks later, when he returned from Plague Spring (I said in advance that I had just written to Hilbert), the Duke's friends, who had clearly seen him as a wall watcher, then saw him become a fanatical anti-Dreyfus, listened to his reply (as if Hot Springs had not only healed the bladder). I couldn't help but be dumb with surprise. Oh, the case will be reopened and he will be acquitted." The Duke answered them and said, "How can a man be convicted for nothing? Have you ever seen an old fool like Frobeville? A leopard who forces the French to slaughter (war)! Strange years!" However, during his convalescence, Duke Gelmont met three attractive women (an Italian Princess and her two aunts) in a hot spring. The Duke listened to only a few remarks about the books he read and a play on the playground, and felt that the women he dealt with were super-intelligent. As he himself said, he was no match for them at all. Because of this, the princess asked him to play bridge, and he was very happy. Shortly after arriving at her place, he first gave her a few words in general that were good for the anti-Dreyfus faction: "What! Nobody told us about the great Dreyfus retrial anymore." Unexpectedly, the princess and her two aunts answered, "This matter is imminent. No one can keep an innocent person in prison all the time." He was startled at that." Huh? Ah?" The Duke was tongue-tied at the outset, as if he had found a bizarre nickname dedicated to making fun of a man he still thought to be quick-witted. It's like hearing people shouting at a great artist in the palace: "Hey! Hello! Jurut. A few days later, as a result of cowardice and the inertia of imitation, it was not clear to everyone that he was truly indictable!" Three charming ladies, feeling that his transformation was not quick enough, scolded him slightly: "To be honest, no wise man would think he was guilty." Later, whenever an "irresistible" incident happened to Dreyfus, the Duke immediately came to them to announce that he thought it would change the views of the three attractive ladies, but they laughed loudly and easily explained to him that such views were priceless with their extremely penetrating dialectical views. Value is pure nonsense. In this way, when the Duke returned to Paris, he became an enthusiastic Dreyfus. Admittedly, we cannot say that the three lovely ladies did not play the role of truth disseminator in this matter. But it should be noted that every ten years, there will always be a man full of true conviction, who occasionally meets a wise couple, or a charming woman who enters his circle. In a few months, he can be guided to take the opposite view. In this regard, there are indeed many countries acting like this sincere man, who was hostile to the people of a certain country, but six months later, they changed their old views and overthrew their old alliances. For a while, I never saw Albertina's face again, and Mrs. de Gelmont couldn't talk to me as I imagined, so I went on to visit other fairies and visit their caves, where fairies and fairies are inseparable, just as mollusks grow pearl shells or enamel shells, or snails. Shaped shell tower, but hide in it, living deep and simple. I really don't know how to categorize these wives, but the problem is insignificant, not to mention difficult, and not worth mentioning. Before you talk about fairies, you have to talk about fairies. There is such a lady who always receives visits after lunch in summer; the sun is so hot that I often get to her house and have been baked to put down the curtain of the carriage, which is unforgettable and unforgettable. I thought I was going out to "Queen's Boulevard"; but it was going to a party, which might be disdained by a cost-effective person, but in fact, the party had not yet been attended, I was already in full bloom, just like on the way to Italy, relaxed and happy, the mansion has been deeply rooted in me since then. In memory. In addition, because it was midsummer and hot at noon, the lady kept all the shutters of the salon tightly closed. She usually received visitors in the spacious rectangular living rooms on the ground floor. As soon as I stepped into the living room, I could not tell the hostess from her servant at first. Even the Duchess of Galmont, who greeted me to sit next to her, could not see clearly. She was sitting in an easy chair of Bovey, which was decorated with the pattern of "Europa was hijacked". Then I gradually saw the huge tapestry of the eighteenth century on the wall, the mast boats and the hollyhocks. I was under the mast boats. It seemed that I was not in the palace by the Seine River, but in the sea temple by the vast sea. The Duchess of Galmont was like a water god in the palace. There are many other living rooms here. If you want to describe them one by one, I'm afraid it's hard to stop writing. This example is enough to show that in my judgment of the upper class, I often incorporate the feeling factors full of poetic and picturesque, but when making the overall evaluation, it is absolutely excluded, resulting in the final evaluation of the winner of a salon, I did not give a correct score. (1) The famous strolling resort along the Seine River in Paris, from Concorde Square to Canada Square. Admittedly, the reasons for the misjudgement are far more than that, but before I set off for Barbeck (I unfortunately went to Barbeck again, and for the last time I went there), I had no time to paint a picture of the upper class, but there would be a place for me later. For the moment, I am writing to Hillbert, which seems to indicate that I have fallen in love with the Swans again. The reason for this is that, besides the flippancy of my life, which is reminiscent of the love of men and women in the upper class, Audrey can add one, but it is equally groundless. 。 Up to now, I only imagine the different views of the upper class on the same person based on the assumption that the upper class society is static and unchanged: the same lady, who used to be unfamiliar with anyone, is now free to go to anyone's house, and the other lady, who used to play an important role in the past, is now neglected by everyone. This ups and downs, people. It tends to be seen as the ups and downs of pure individuals, just as speculation on exchanges sometimes leads to people in the same circle or complete bankruptcy, public opinion is uproarious, or sudden outbreak, unexpected. However, this is not the only case. To a certain extent, the activities of the upper classes are much lower than those of the arts, political crises and other movements that influence the public's interests or thoughts. The public's interests will be directed to imagery plays, Impressionist paintings, and then to intricate German music, and then to simple and clear music. Russian music; the public mind, too, will turn to socialism, justice, religion, patriotism and other movements, which are far-reaching, fragmentary, uncertain, and vague. And unpredictable. As a result, even Sharon can hardly be described from a static point of view, which has so far been applicable to the study of features. In fact, features themselves seem to be involved in a movement that is close to history. The pursuit of novelty drives those upper-class people who are more or less sincere and eager to understand the change of ideas to step into places where they can keep up with the torrent of change of ideas, and makes them naturally like some unknown hostess. She embodies a high-level spiritual outlook and is brand-new. The incarnation of hope, and those women who have long exercised the power of social activities have given people hope like withered flowers, very old. Since their strengths and weaknesses have been clearly understood by them, they will naturally no longer adapt to their fantasy world. In this way, every era is embodied in some new females, in a new group of females, who are closely connected with the things that inspire novelty, and appear to be on the stage only at a specific time, as if they were born from the latest floods in an unprecedented category, and become any new one. The Zhengg Mansion, the new governor of Zhengg Mansion, is a soul-stirring beauty. However, these new hostesses are often women who are not known by the social circles. Because they can not find more suitable guests, they will receive several "rare confidants" for a long time. Like some state activists, although they are founders, they have knocked on the doors of every family in the past 40 years, but none of them has opened the doors for them. Admittedly, this is not always the case. When the Russian ballet was so exciting and spectacular that Baxter, Nirenski, Bernouva and Stravinsky appeared one after another, Mrs. Princess Yubelgiev, the patroness of all these great men, appeared, dangling and dangling with a huge feather cap on her head. Li's lady has never seen such a hat before, and is competing to imitate it. Looking at her like that, people think that this beautiful woman is a rare treasure of Russian dancers, shipped along with countless lines. But every time the "Russians" perform, we find that there is a real fairy in her box. Accompanied by her, the fairy is not known to the aristocratic class until now. That is Mrs. Vildiran. The upper class naturally think that Mrs. Vildiran arrived with the Jagiliv Theatre not long ago, but we can tell them that the lady actually existed and that she has gone through different periods. The difference is that this experience led to a turnaround for the first time, steadily and more rapidly, and eventually to success, which is what the hostess has been waiting for for for a long time but has not been able to achieve. As for Mrs Swan, it is true that the novelty she embodies does not share the same general characteristics. Her salon was surrounded by a man, a man on the verge of death. When his talent was exhausted, he almost suddenly became famous from obscurity. How many people are fascinated by Bergott's works. Throughout the day, he stayed at Mrs. Swan's house as a show-off. Mrs Swan often whispers in someone's ear, "I'll talk to him. He'll certainly write an article for you." Besides, he was really talented in this field, and even wrote a short play for Mrs. Swan. He was nearer to death, but he was slightly better off than when he came to ask my grandmother for news. This was because of the great physical pain that forced him to exercise strict control over his diet. Disease is the most obedient good doctor for people: for kindness, for knowledge, people often only promise, but for pain, people are always obediently at the mercy of it. Mrs. Swan's Salon of the Youth Guard has a slightly nationalistic color. First of all, it centers on Bergott, but more literary. It is true that at present, the small circle of Vildiran has more realistic benefits than Mrs. Swan's salon. This small circle actually constituted the activity center of the long political crisis, the Dreyfus Center, which was at its peak. But most of the upper class are hardliners who oppose a retrial. In their eyes, a Dreyfus Salon, like a Paris Commune Salon of another period, seems to have no market at all. Princess Gapralola met Mrs. Vildiran at a large exhibition she had organized. She visited Mrs. Vildiran's house in person and spent a lot of time there, hoping to lure some prominent figures from small circles into her own salon. However, during the visit, the princess (to Garmond) On the contrary, the Duchess of the Turkish Family accepted each other's point of view, declaring openly that the people in their small circle were pure fools. On this basis, Mrs. Vildiran decided that the princess had extraordinary courage. But she shouldn't have been brave enough to greet Mrs. Verdiland, who had been visiting Barbeck, with the fierce eyes of the Nationalist wives. As for Mrs. Swan, the members of the anti-Dreyfus faction, on the contrary, paid great tribute to her "adherence to orthodoxy", not to mention that she married a Jew, which earned her double merits. Nevertheless, people who had never been to her house always imagined that she received only a few humble and nameless Jews and several of Bergott's disciples. In this way, some women who are more important than Mrs. Swan are listed as the lowest rank of the social ladder, perhaps because of their origin, or because they do not love city dinners or parties, people never see them, they mistake them for not being invited; perhaps they never mention their friends in the upper classes. Friends only talk about literature and art; or people always hide their eyes when they go to their houses, or because they don't want to offend others, they often receive visitors quietly. In a word, for various reasons, this or that one of them has become an unwelcome woman in some people's minds. That's what happened to Odette. Mrs. Ebinova once wanted to sponsor The Kingdom of France, so she had to go to see Audrey. She was like stepping into a merchant's house specializing in the supply of clothing and accessories for her. She thought that the Audrey's house must have met some strange faces and disdained them. However, when the door opened, she remained motionless. Like nails, it was not the kind of salon she envisioned, but a magical palace, in which only dazzling characters *, some half-lying on the couch, some idle in the armchair, cordially greeting the hostess, as if thanks to the changeable scenes of fairyland, she finally recognized it. It was all the royal highness of the princess, the Duchess, and even her Princess ebno nova, who was very difficult for them to lead them into their own palace. At this time, Marquis de L'O, count Louis de Tirana, Prince of byes and Duke Esther Ray were acting as court bread masters and wine officers under Odete's kind eyes. Princess Ebinova accidentally discovered the social qualities of these people's inner world and had to change her view of Mrs Swan's original image and regards her as a graceful woman. Some women never disclose their lives in newspapers and magazines. Because they don't know their real life, they are covered with a mysterious net in some situations (which helps to diversify Salon). As far as Audrey is concerned, at first, several men in the upper class were curious and eager to get to know Bergott, so they went to her house for dinner and had intimate relations. Not long ago, when she learned to be disciplined, she didn't make much publicity about it; here, they get along intimately --- perhaps in memory of the small circle, which Audrey has maintained since the break-up -- __________. Odette led them to the theatre with Bergott. It was the first interesting performance that eventually brought Bergott down. They talked to several women in the circle who might be interested in something so novel. They were convinced that Audrey was Bergott's confidant and had more or less devised ideas for his works. They believed that she was better than the Saint Germanic and Party members, such as Mr. Dummey and Mr. Desanel, who knew that if France was handed over to the monarchs, it would surely fall into the abyss, but they often did. They were served at Charlotte's and Dudowell's houses. The change of Audrey's status is inseparable from her prudence, which makes her position more stable and rises more quickly, but it does not let the readers of Gaolu People's newspaper have any sense. These people are often used to using the newspaper's social columns to understand the rise and fall of a salon. As a result, one day, in an elegant theatre, a rehearsal was held for a play by Bergott. Mrs. de Marsant and Mrs. Morley were found walking into the opposite playwright's box and sitting next to Mrs. Swan. At this time, there was a dramatic change in the theatre. People are gradually replacing the Duchess of Gelmont, who is tired of her splendor and wealth, and who can beat her down with a little effort, to become the heroine and queen of that time. We didn't expect that she had begun to rise. "People were talking about Audrey," but when Countess Morley was found stepping into her box, she crossed the last step. In this way, Mrs. Swan might think that I was approaching her daughter again, purely for the sake of appendage and elegance. Despite two flashing girlfriends sitting next to her, Audrey was still absorbed in the play, as if she were here just for the theatre, as if she had been walking in the woods in the past, just for health care, and for exercise. Some men who had not been so eager to turn around her in the past did not want to disturb others. They came to the balcony and held her hand tightly in an attempt to approach the majestic circle centered on her. She had a slight smile on her lips, with three points of teasing, seven points of kindness and patience in answering their questions, which seemed more calm than people had imagined. Perhaps this calm and composure was due to sincerity, because this open expression and manner was only a portrayal of plain intimacy, but the intimate relationship was prudent. It was too late to make public the cover-up. Behind the three ladies, who attracted attention, was Bergott, surrounded by Prince Agriedt, Count Louis de Tirana and Marquis de Braudet. It is not difficult to understand that for those men who are entertained everywhere and can only be further raised by novelty hunting, they are willing to be attracted by an intelligent hostess, hoping to get acquainted with all the fashionable dramatists and novelists around her, firmly believing that only in this way can they show their value, and this kind of self-reliance The way I show off is naturally more exciting and vivid than the party at Prince Gelmont's house. Those parties have neither fresh content nor novel charm. Over the years, they have been held one after another, but they are somewhat similar to what we have described in detail. In the upper class society of the Gelmont family, people's interest in it has shifted. The novel spiritual way of life is not reflected in the entertainment that suits their image, unlike Bergott's short and exquisite works for Mrs. Swan, nor the genuine public security committee at Mrs. Vildiran's house. A similar meeting (if people are interested in the Dreyfus incident) is where Bikar, Clemenceau, Zola, Renak and Labori are gathered. Hilbert also worked to improve her mother's status, because an uncle of Swan left nearly 80 million inheritances to the girl recently, which made people in St. Germain start to think about her. Nevertheless, there is always a negative side to everything. The disadvantage is that Swan, though in his old age, holds the view of Dreyfuss School. However, this is not harmful to his wife, but has served her well. The reason why she is harmless is that people often talk like this: "He is old and confused, he is a fool, nobody pays attention to him. His wife is the only one in his house who counts, and she is really charming." Swan's Dreyfusian ideas even helped Audrey. If she lets herself go, she may naturally take the initiative to approach the fashionable girls and ruin herself. Nevertheless, on the nights when Odette took Mr. Fujun to St. Germain for a visit, Swan always curled up in a cocked corner. Whenever he found out that Odette had been introduced to a nationalist wife, he would not hesitate to shout, "Look, Odette, you're crazy, please be quiet for a moment." It's not too vulgar to let someone introduce you to a Jewish hater. I forbid you to do such things." The upper classes that everybody pursues can't get used to such conceited and uncultured behavior. For the first time in their lives, they saw people who thought they were "taller" than they were. It is said that Swan complained and reprimanded like this, so the corner-folding invitation snowflakes into the Audet Palace. When she visited Mrs. De Abachong's Palace, there was a warm and friendly curiosity. I'll introduce her to you without annoying you, "Mrs. De Abachong said whenever she met someone." She's very cute. It was Mary de Marsant who introduced me to her. Oh, on the contrary, I heard that she is very smart and charming. I just want to see her; please tell me where she lives." Mrs. De Abachong told Mrs. Swan that she had enjoyed herself at her house two days ago and that she was very happy to have left Mrs. De Saint-Felter for her sake. That's true, because a preference for Mrs. Swan is a sign of intelligence, like going to a concert instead of a teahouse. However, when Mrs. de Saint-Felter and Audrey came to the house at the same time, because Mrs. de Saint-Felter was very fashionable, and Mrs. de Abachen, though very arrogant to her, attached great importance to the grand occasion at her house. Therefore, Audrey was not introduced to her in order not to let her know about Audrey. Special people. The Marquis thought it might be a simple princess who had never seen her before. She delayed her visit and talked to Audrey in a roundabout way. Mrs. Kid Abachong was still alive. Mrs. de Saint-Felter lost the battle. When she left, the hostess said to Audrey, "The reason why I didn't introduce you is that everyone is very unwilling to visit her house. She invites everybody; otherwise you may not get rid of the entanglement." Oh, that's all right." Odette said that although there was some regret in her words, she had firmly engraved the impression that everyone did not like Mrs. de Saint-Felter's family, which was true to a certain extent. Accordingly, she concluded that she was in a much better position than Mrs. de Saint-Felter, although she did not like Mrs. de Saint-Felter's family. Madame's status has been very prominent, and her Audrey has not yet had any status to speak of. However, Audrey did not realize that, although Mrs. de Gelmont's girlfriends and Mrs. de Abachong were intimate, when Mrs. de Abachong invited Mrs. Swan, Audrey said with a worried look: "If I went to Mrs. de Abachong's house, you would think of me." It's an outdated person; it's really against my will to ask me to go because Mrs. de Gelmont (she doesn't actually know). The distinguished men thought to themselves that Mrs. Swan did not know much about the upper classes because she was probably an extraordinary woman, maybe a great musician. If she visited her house, it would be a very fashionable title, just like a duke was awarded a doctorate of science. Women who had no merits were attracted to Audrey for the opposite reason; when they heard that Audrey often went to concerts directed by Corona and called herself a Wagner fan, they decided that this might be a "flirtatious woman", and they were so anxious that they couldn't wait to get acquainted with her. However, their own status is not stable, they are afraid to show their contacts with Audrey and endanger their reputation in public. If they catch a glimpse of Mrs. Swan at a charity concert, they turn their heads and think that they can't go to one of them under Mrs. De Rosshua's eyelids. Royte --- A compliment from an unruly woman. Anyone who visits the cave will change his face because of the different owners, not to mention all the wonderful changes in the fairy cave. As soon as he is in Mrs. Swan's salon, Mr. De Braudi's value rises sharply. One reason is that there are no longer ordinary people around him and he shows his satisfaction for being there. As if he hadn't gone out to a grand occasion on weekdays, wore round glasses and read Two World Reviews behind closed doors, the second reason was that he personally visited Odette and seemed to have completed the mysterious ceremony. For this reason, he felt refreshed. I would have spared no effort to show you what extraordinary changes the Duchess of Montmorancy-Luxembourg has undergone in a new circle. She belongs to the kind of woman who can't introduce Audrey to her at any time. But Mrs. de Montranci was much more generous to Oliana than to her. I was surprised when she once said something to me about Mrs. de Gelmont. She said, "She knows a lot of talented people and everyone likes her; I think if she wants to be more persistent, she'll be perfect." You can make a salon for yourself. The problem is that she does not cherish it. She has her own reason. In this way, everyone will look for her and she will live in freedom. If Mrs. de Gelmont does not even have a salon, what is it? I was shocked by what she said, but when I told Mrs. de Gelmont that I wanted to go to Mrs. de Montrancy's house, Mrs. de Gelmont was even more shocked. Oliana simply thinks Mrs. de Montrancy is an old fool. I won't mention it, "said Oliana." I had to go. That's my aunt; but you're going! She doesn't even know how to attract pleasant people." Mrs. De Gelmont had no idea. I had never been indifferent to those pleasant people. When she mentioned "Abachong Salon", a yellow | Color * butterfly appeared before me. When she talked about "Swan Salon" (Mrs. Swan never closed her door between six and seven o'clock in winter), I could see one. Black butterflies with white snow on their wings. In her opinion, even Swan Salon is not a salon. Although she can't get involved herself, she feels there are some "intelligent people" there. It's reasonable for me to go there. And Mrs. De Luxembourg has nothing to say! If I had "made" something remarkable, she would have asserted that maybe there was something fashionable in my talent. In this way, I let her down; I told her frankly that I hadn't gone to Mrs. de Montmorancy's house to "take notes" and "do research" (as she thought). Mrs. de Gelmont was not mistaken either. Like the fashionable novelists, she always made a ruthless analysis of the speech and behavior of a person who pretended to be fashionable or elegant from the outside, but never touched her heart. At that time, in the imaginary world, it was a social spring in full bloom. As for me, I was somewhat disappointed when I tried to appreciate the joy of going out to Mrs. de Montmorancy's house. She lives in an old mansion in St. Germain, with pavilions and small gardens. Under the vault of heaven stands a fine statue, said to have come from Fagone's hand, which symbolizes the God of springs. The statue is indeed full of moisture and seepage all the year round. A little farther away, it's a woman's station. Her eyes are always red, either because she's worried, or because she's nervous, or because she's suffering from migraine headache, or because she's caught a cold. Anyway, she never pays any attention to you. She just makes a blank gesture to tell you that the Duchess is over there, and then squeezes a few drops out of her eyelids. Tears, falling in the direction of a small bowl, bowl filled with how many "don't forget me". I was glad to see the statue, because it reminded me of a small gardener's plaster statue in the Gombre garden, but it was like some wet, broad, echoing steps in ancient bathrooms, and the flower beds of melon chrysanthemum planted in the living room - blue on the blue - the bell sounded more pleasantly. By contrast, the pleasure of looking at the statues is insignificant, let alone the sound of the doorbell in Ollie's bedroom. I was delighted by the bell, but it seemed to me too trivial to explain to Mrs. de Montmorancy. As a result, the lady always saw me in ecstasy, but she was perplexed and could not guess why. The second time I arrived in Balbeck was quite different from the first time. The manager came to Gulov Bridge to greet him and repeatedly expressed how he valued the honored client, which made me worried that he had given me such a big title, I was afraid that I had to finally understand that in his chaotic grammatical memory, "honoring" simply meant "appointing a title". Besides, as he continued to learn new languages, he spoke worse and worse in the past. He announced to me that he had placed me at the top of the hotel." I hope, "he said." I hope you don't think it's rude. I'm terrified to give you a room that you don't deserve, but I weigh it against noise because nobody's making your eardrum buzz on your head. Please rest assured that I will tell people to close the doors and windows and never let them shake. At this point, I can't tolerate it (it doesn't express his thoughts, he means, in this respect, everyone may think that he is very strict, maybe the servants on all floors think so)." Actually, those rooms were where I first stayed. The room has not been downgraded, but in the manager's opinion, my price has increased. If you like, I'm in a bad mood (I went out after Easter because of my doctor's advice), but he's afraid that there's a "suction" in the ceiling. Never wait until the first one has run out of firewood, and then regenerate the second one. Because the most important thing is to avoid burning the fireplace, let alone to embellish it, I let people put on it a bunch of fake beards used in ancient China, which may be damaged. He was so sad that he told me the news of the death of Cherbourg's chief lawyer: "That's a regular person," he said. (Ninety-nine times out of ten, he wanted to say "tricky person") He hinted to me that the chief lawyer died prematurely because of repeated setbacks in his life. The so-called "repeated setbacks" clearly meant to say. Unconstrained"." Not long ago, I found him squatting in the living room as soon as he finished his dinner. In the last few days, he changed so much that if he didn't know it was him, he would hardly recognize him when he saw him. Fortunately compensate: The chief president of Okayama Court just won the third-class "Ribbon of Honor" of France recently. He is certainly talented, needless to say, but I heard that he was awarded the honor mainly because he was very incompetent. Besides, the award was reported in the Paris Echo the day before, but the manager read only the first paragraph. Mr. Gayor's policy was heavily criticized in the article. I think they're right, too, "he said." He's always putting us under German control. It's too much. " I was tired of having a hotel manager talk about this kind of problem, so I just shut my ears. I remembered the landscapes that made me decide to come to Barbeck again. They are quite different from what they used to be. How obscure the past was, and how brilliant the landscape I came to look for was; however, these landscapes could not alleviate my sense of disappointment. The scenes chosen by memory are like those created by imagination and shattered by reality. They are arbitrary, limited and inaccessible. There is no reason to have a real place outside of us with a picture in memory, not a picture in dreams. Moreover, the new reality may make us forget and even hate the desires that drive us out. Part of the reason why I came to Barbeck was that the Villandilans invited Mrs. Putterbus. The Vildirans (I never took advantage of their invitation, but if I went to the countryside and apologized for never having time to visit them in Paris, they would be happy to receive me) knew that several "believers" were coming to the beach for their holidays, so they rented De Campbell for the whole summer. ) Mr. Putt's castle, and invited Mrs. Putt to visit. On the evening of the news (in Paris), as if I were mad, I immediately sent the young valet of my family to inquire whether the lady was going to take her maid to Barbeck. It's eleven o'clock in the evening. It took the porter a long time to open the door, but unexpectedly, he did not turn away my servant, nor let anyone call the police. He was only treated unkindly, but he gave him the information he needed. The Porter said that the lady's maid really wanted to go with the hostess. First she went to Germany for a spa, then to Biaritz, and finally to Vildiran's house. At this moment, I was relieved. There was this bread on the table, and my heart was full of joy. I don't need to chase women in the street anymore. When I meet beautiful women in the street, I don't need such introductory books. Now letters are in hand. Maybe on the evening of dinner with her hostess at Villedinand's house, I can be led to the side of the man in Giorgione's painting. Besides, if she knew that I knew not only the Burjoas who rented Las Player Castle, but also the owners, especially Saint Lucia, she might have had a better idea of me. Saint Lucia could not have recommended me so far to the next-door maid (she didn't know Robert's name), so she did. I wrote an enthusiastic letter of recommendation to the Campbells. St. Lou felt that their family could provide me with all kinds of conveniences. Besides, Mrs. de Campbell would arouse my interest if she talked to me. She was the daughter-in-law of the Legrandans. That's a smart woman, "he assured me." She won't tell you anything definite (in Robert's vocabulary, "definite" replaces "wonderful". Every five or six years, he changes some of his favorite words and keeps the main part of them), but she's natural * Park, full of personality*, sensitive intuition, always blurt out when speaking, just right. From time to time, she would make people angry, throw out a few silly remarks, appendage elegance, said the world is no more elegant than the Campbell family, so it seems more funny, anyway, she is not always very'fashionable', but ultimately, she belongs to those who can associate with, the most tolerable ranks of people. Upon receipt of Robert's letter of recommendation, the Campbells immediately responded to a long letter asking me to live in their home. If I still like to move more freely, they can offer me a place to stay. This may be a subordinate elegance, which prompts them to indirectly show friendship to St. Louis, or to take care of them in East Sierra. One of Er's nephews expressed deep gratitude, more likely out of a tradition of goodwill and hospitality. When St. Lou told them that I would stay at the Balbeck Hotel, they wrote back that they hoped I would come to their house to play when I arrived, at the very least. If I were late, they would have to come to their garden party and ask me to come. There is no doubt that Mrs. Putterbus's Valet has no essential connection with the Balbeck area; for me, she can't be compared with the village aunt in Balbeck. How many times had I been wandering alone on the road of Messeglis, desperately calling for the village aunt, but in vain. 。 Nevertheless, I have long given up trying to pursue a woman like the square root of the unknown, even though the unknown of the stranger does not often resist ordinary introductions. Barbeck, I've been out of sight for a long time, at least there, because there's no necessary connection between that area and that maid, I can get the benefit that going to Barbeck doesn't, for me, destroy the sense of reality by the force of habit, either in my own home or in Paris. It's in a familiar room, surrounded by habitual things. The joy of being around a woman can't make me wonder for a moment. It's fantasizing that joy is opening my way to a new life. Because habit is second nature, it prevents us from seeing first nature. It has neither the cruelty of first nature nor the wonder of first nature. However, in that new land, I may have such a fantasy in my mind that in the face of a ray of sunshine, feeling will germinate again. The woman I longed for may eventually arouse my feelings there: however, you can see from yourselves that, due to the change of circumstances, not only did the woman not come to Balbeck, but And I was terrified that she would come here all the time. As a result, the main purpose of my trip was not achieved or even pursued. Admittedly, Mrs. Putbuss could not have gone to the Vildeland home so early in the spa season; but if the pleasure of choice was sure to be available and, in anticipation of it, people could take the time without asking for anything, without bothering to be liked, and without feeling of affection, it might have happened. It seems like a long way off. Besides, my trip to Balbeck was not as poetic and picturesque as it was when I first came; in a purely imaginative world, selfishness was always a little less than in memory; and I fully understood that it was for the purpose of visiting the gathering places of strange beautiful women; a beach bathing ground showed no less beautiful women than a dance; My heart had already flown before the hotel and roamed on the seawall. At this time, the leisurely joy was as good as Mrs. de Gelmont's: she did not invite me to a spectacular dinner, but often gave my name to the hostess of the dance, listed on the list of men who accompanied the ladies. Getting to know women in Balbeck was so difficult for me in the past, but now it's easy because I've got a lot of relationships and supporters here, and when I first stayed, I was separated and helpless. The voice of destroying the manager woke me up from my reverie and I turned a deaf ear to his political rhetoric. He changed the subject and told me that the Chief Dean was delighted to learn that I had come to Barbeck and wanted to come to my room that night. I was terrified at the thought of his coming, because I was tired all over, so I asked the manager to set up obstacles to stop visiting (he accepted my request) and, to be more secure, I asked him to send his assistants to set up posts on my floor on the first night. It seems that he doesn't like those shop assistants." I have to follow them all the time to urge them. They really lack inertia. If I were not there, they would not move. Let me send the elevator driver on duty to guard your door. I asked the man if he was the "waiter foreman". He's not too old in the hotel, "he answered me." There are many waiters older than him. If he's asked to be the head waiter, it's time for someone else to call. Whatever it is, it has to be based on small grains. I admit that he has a strong ability to drive elevators. But it's a bit tender for him to take that position. Others are much older than him, which would be too conspicuous. There is still a lack of stability, which is the most primitive quality (no doubt the primary quality, the most important quality). His wings (my interlocutor wants to say "in his head") must be calm. Besides, he can only trust me. I am an expert in such matters. Before I was promoted to the position of manager of the Grand Hotel, I had a first try at knife and gun under Mr. Bahia. I was impressed by this statement, and I thank the manager for coming to Gulf Bridge in person. Oh! It's not worth mentioning. It just took me an infinite amount of time. Besides, we have arrived at the hotel. The last one returns to the next one in the catalogue