Laurence Sterne. (17131768). A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy.
The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction. 1917.
39. The Fille De Chambre. Paris
WHAT the old French officer had deliverd upon traveling, bringing Poloniuss advice to his son upon the same subject into my headand that bringing in Hamlet; and Hamlet the rest of Shaksperes works, I stoppd at the Quai de Conti in my return home, to purchase the whole set.
The bookseller said he had not a set in the world.Comment! said I; taking one up out of a set which lay upon the counter betwixt us.He said, they were sent him only to be got bound, and were to be sent back to Versailles in the morning to the Count de B.
And does the Count de B, said I, read Shakspere? Cest un Esprit fort, replied the bookseller.He loves English books; and what is more to his honor, Monsieur, he loves the English too. You speak this so civilly, said I, that it is enough to oblige an Englishman to lay out a Louis dor or two at your shop.The bookseller made a bow, and was going to say something, when a young decent girl of about twenty, who by her air and dress seemed to be fille de chambre to some devout woman of fashion, came into the shop and asked for Les Egarements du Cæur & de lEsprit: the bookseller gave her the book directly; she pulled out a little green satin purse, run round with a ribband of the same color and putting her finger and thumb into it, she took out the money and paid for it. As I had nothing more to stay me in the shop, we both walkd out of the door together.
And what have you to do, my dear, said I, with The Wanderings of the Heart, who scarce know yet you have one; nor, till love has first told you it, or some faithless shepherd has made it ache, canst thou ever be sure it is so?Le Dieu men garde! said the girl.With reason, said Ifor if it is a good one, t is pity it should be stolen; t is a little treasure to thee, and gives a better air to your face, than if it was dressd out with pearls.
The young girl listened with a submissive attention, holding her satin purse by its ribband in her hand all the time.T is a very small one, said I, taking hold of the bottom of itshe held it towards meand there is very little in it, my dear, said I; but be but as good as thou art handsome, and heaven will fill it: I had a parcel of crowns in my hand to pay for Shakspere; and as she had let go the purse entirely, I put a single one in; and tying up the ribband in a bow-knot, returned it to her.
The young girl made me more a humble courtesy than a low onet was one of those quiet, thankful sinkings, where the spirit bows itself downthe body does no more than tell it. I never gave a girl a crown in my life which gave me half the pleasure.
My advice, my dear, would not have been worth a pin to you, said I, if I had not given this along with it: but now, when you see the crown, you ll remember itso dont, my dear, lay it out in ribbands.
When a virtuous convention is made betwixt man and woman, it sanctifies their most private walks; so notwithstanding it was dusky, yet as both our roads lay the same way, we made no scruple of walking along the Quai de Conti together.
It was a small tribute, I told her, which I could not avoid paying to virtue, and would not be mistaken in the person I had been rendering it to for the worldbut I see innocence, my dear, in your faceand foul befall the man who ever lays a snare in its way!
The girl seemd affected some way or other with what I saidshe gave a low sighI found I was not impowered to inquire at all after itso said nothing more till I got to the corner of the Rue de Nevers, where we were to part.
But is this the way, my dear, said I, to the Hotel de Modene? she told me it wasor, that I might go by the Rue de Guineygaude, which was the next turn.Then Ill go, my dear, bý the Rue de Guineygaude, said I, for two reasons; first I shall please myself, and next I shall give you the protection of my company as far on your way as I can. The girl was sensible I was civiland said, she wishd the Hotel de Modene was in the Rue de St. PierreYou live there? said I.She told me she was fille de chambre to Madame R Good God! said I, t is the very lady for whom I have brought a letter from Amiens.The girl told me that Madame R, she believed, expected a stranger with a letter, and was impatient to see himso I desired the girl to present my compliments to Madame R, and say I would certainly wait upon her in the morning.
We stood still at the corner of the Rue de Nevers whilst this passd.We then stoppd a moment whilst she disposed of her Egarements du Cur, &c., more commodiously than carrying them in her handthey were two volumes; so I held the second for her whilst she put the first into her pocket; and then she held her pocket, and I put in the other after it.
We set off afresh, and as she took her third step, the girl put her hand within my armI was just bidding herbut she did it of herself with that undeliberating simplicity, which showd it was out of her head that she had never seen me before. For my own part, I felt the conviction of consanguinity so strongly, that I could not help turning half round to look in her face, and see if I could trace out anything in it of a family likeness.Tut! said I, are we not all relations?
When we arrived at the turning up of the Rue de Guiney-gaude, I stoppd to bid her adieu for good and all: the girl would thank me again for my company and kindness.She bid me adieu twiceI repeated it as often; and so cordial was the parting between us, that had it happend anywhere else, Im not sure but I should have signed it with a kiss of charity, as warm and holy as an apostle.