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in velvety shadow。 She remained a little while quite motionless； and her
face assumed a surprising expression of reverie。 But all of a sudden she
darted at some oranges which the tavern…keeper had brought in a basket；
and began to throw them； one by one； into a fold of her dress。
〃These will be nice on the road；〃 she said。 〃We are going just where
you are goingto Girgenti。 I must tell you all about it。 you know that my
husband is making a collection of match…boxes。 We bought thirteen
hundred match…boxes at Marseilles。 But we heard there was a factory of
them at Girgenti。 According to what we were told； it is a very small
factory； and its productswhich are very uglynever go outside the city
and its suburbs。 So we are going to Girgenti just to buy match…boxes。
Dimitri has been a collector of all sorts of things； but the only kind of
collection which can now interest him is a collection of match…boxes。 He
has already got five thousand two hundred and fourteen different kinds。
Some of them gave us frightful trouble to find。 For instance； we knew that
at Naples boxes were once made with the portraits of Mazzini and
Garibaldi on them； and that the police had seized the plates from which
the portraits were printed； and put the manufacturer in gaol。 Well； by dint
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of searching and inquiring for ever so long a while； we found one of those
boxes at last for sale at one hundred francs； instead of two sous。 It was not
really too dear at that price； but we were denounced for buying it。 We were
taken for conspirators。 All our baggage was searched； they could not find
the box； because I had hidden it so well； but they found my jewels； and
carried them off。 They have them still。 The incident made quite a sensation；
and we were going to get arrested。 But the king was displeased about it；
and he ordered them to leave us alone。 Up to that time； I used to think it
was very stupid to collect match…boxes； but when I found that there were
risks of losing liberty； and perhaps even life； by doing it； I began to feel a
taste for it。 Now I am an absolute fanatic on the subject。 We are going to
Sweden next summer to complete our series。。。。 Are we not； Dimitri？〃
I feltmust I confess it？a thorough sympathy with these intrepid
collectors。 No doubt I would rather have found Monsieur and Madame
Trepof engaged in collecting antique marbles or painted vases in Sicily。 I
should have like to have found them interested in the ruins of Syracuse； or
the poetical traditions of the Eryx。 But at all events； they were making
some sort of a collectionthey belonged to the great confraternityand I
could not possibly make fun of them without making fun of myself。
Besides； Madame Trepof had spoken of her collection with such an odd
mingling of irony and enthusiasm that I could not help finding the idea a
very good one。
We were getting ready to leave the tavern； when we noticed some
people coming downstairs from the upper room； carrying carbines under
their dark cloaks。 to me they had the look of thorough bandits； and after
they were gone I told Monsieur Trepof my opinion of them。 He answered
me； very quietly； that he also thought they were regular bandits； and the
guides begged us to apply for an escort of gendarmes； but Madame Trepof
besought us not to do anything of the kind。 She declared that we must not
〃spoil her journey。〃
Then； turning her persuasive eyes upon me； she asked；
〃Do you not believe； Monsieur Bonnard； that there is nothing in life
worth having except sensations？〃
〃Why； certainly； Madame；〃 I answered； 〃but then we must take into
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consideration the nature of the sensations themselves。 Those which a
noble memory or a grand spectacle creates within us certainly represent
what is best in human life； but those merely resulting from the menace of
danger seem to me sensations which one should be very careful to avoid
as much as possible。 For example； would you think it a very pleasant thing；
Madame； while travelling over the mountains at midnight； to find the
muzzle of a carbine suddenly pressed against your forehead？〃
〃Oh； no！〃 she replied； 〃the comic…operas have made carbines
absolutely ridiculous； and it would be a great misfortune to any young
woman to find herself in danger from an absurd weapon。 But it would be
quite different with a knifea very cold and very bright knife blade； which
makes a cold shudder go right through one's heart。〃
She shuddered even as she spoke； closed her eyes； and threw her head
back。 Then she resumed：
〃People like you are so happy！ You can interest yourselves in all sorts
of things！〃
She gave a sidelong look at her husband； who was talking with the
innkeeper。 Then she leaned towards me； and murmured very low：
〃You see； Dimitri and I； we are both suffering from ennui！ We have
still the match…boxes。 But at last one gets tired even of match…boxes。
Besides； our collection will soon be complete。 And then what are we going
to do？〃
〃Oh； Madame！〃 I exclaimed； touched by the moral unhappiness of this
pretty person； 〃if you only had a son； then you would know what to do。
You would then learn the purpose of your life； and your thoughts would
become at once more serious and yet more cheerful。〃
〃But I have a son；〃 she replied。 〃He is a big boy； he is eleven years old；
and he suffers from ennui like the rest of us。 Yes； my George has ennui；
too； he is tired of everything。 It is very wretched。〃
She glanced again towards her husband； who was superintending the
harnessing of the mules on the road outsidetesting the condition of girths
and straps。 Then she asked me whether there had been many changes on
the Quai Malaquais during the past ten years。 She declared she never
visited that neighbourhood because it was too far way。
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〃Too far from Monte Allegro？〃 I queried。
〃Why； no！〃 she replied。 〃Too far from the Avenue des Champs Elysees；
where we live。〃
And she murmured over again； as if talking to herself； 〃Too far！too