The Complete Short Stories by Guy de Maupassant - Delphi Classics (Illustrated)

Guy de Maupassant, Delphi Classics

• Publisher: Delphi Classics (Parts Edition)
• Year: 2017
• eBook ISBN: 9781788776912
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: Classics
• Index: Literature

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YVETTE

CHAPTER I.

The Initiation of Saval

As they were leaving the Cafe Riche, Jean de Servigny said to Leon Saval: “If you don’t object, let us walk. The weather is too fine to take a cab.”

His friend answered: “I would like nothing better.”

Jean replied: “It is hardly eleven o’clock. We shall arrive much before midnight, so let us go slowly.”

A restless crowd was moving along the boulevard, that throng peculiar to summer nights, drinking, chatting, and flowing like a river, filled with a sense of comfort and joy. Here and there a cafe threw a flood of light upon a knot of patrons drinking at little tables on the sidewalk, which were covered with bottles and glasses, hindering the passing of the hurrying multitude. On the pavement the cabs with their red, blue, or green lights dashed by, showing for a second, in the glimmer, the thin shadow of the horse, the raised profile of the coachman, and the dark box of the carriage. The cabs of the Urbaine Company made clear and rapid spots when their yellow panels were struck by the light.

The two friends walked with slow steps, cigars in their mouths, in evening dress and overcoats on their arms, with a flower in their buttonholes, and their hats a trifle on one side, as men will carelessly wear them sometimes, after they have dined well and the air is mild.

They had been linked together since their college days by a close, devoted, and firm affection. Jean de Servigny, small, slender, a trifle bald, rather frail, with elegance of mien, curled mustache, bright eyes, and fine lips, was a man who seemed born and bred upon the boulevard. He was tireless in spite of his languid air, strong in spite of his pallor, one of those slight Parisians to whom gymnastic exercise, fencing, cold shower and hot baths give a nervous, artificial strength. He was known by his marriage as well as by his wit, his fortune, his connections, and by that sociability, amiability, and fashionable gallantry peculiar to certain men.

A true Parisian, furthermore, light, sceptical, changeable, captivating, energetic, and irresolute, capable of everything and of nothing; selfish by principle and generous on occasion, he lived moderately upon his income, and amused himself with hygiene. Indifferent and passionate, he gave himself rein and drew back constantly, impelled by conflicting instincts, yielding to all, and then obeying, in the end, his own shrewd man-about-town judgment, whose weather-vane logic consisted in following the wind and drawing profit from circumstances without taking the trouble to originate them.

His companion, Leon Saval, rich also, was one of those superb and colossal figures who make women turn around in the streets to look at them. He gave the idea of a statue turned into a man, a type of a race, like those sculptured forms which are sent to the Salons. Too handsome, too tall, too big, too strong, he sinned a little from the excess of everything, the excess of his qualities. He had on hand countless affairs of passion.

As they reached the Vaudeville theater, he asked: “Have you warned that lady that you are going to take me to her house to see her?”

Servigny began to laugh: “Forewarn the Marquise Obardi! Do you warn an omnibus driver that you shall enter his stage at the corner of the boulevard?”

Saval, a little perplexed, inquired: “What sort of person is this lady?”

His friend replied: “An upstart, a charming hussy, who came from no one knows where, who made her appearance one day, nobody knows how, among the adventuresses of Paris, knowing perfectly well how to take care of herself. Besides, what difference does it make to us? They say that her real name, her maiden name — for she still has every claim to the title of maiden except that of innocence — is Octavia Bardin, from which she constructs the name Obardi by prefixing the first letter of her first name and dropping the last letter of the last name.”

“Moreover, she is a lovable woman, and you, from your physique, are inevitably bound to become her lover. Hercules is not introduced into Messalina’s home without making some disturbance. Nevertheless I make bold to add that if there is free entrance to this house, just as there is in bazaars, you are not exactly compelled to buy what is for sale. Love and cards are on the programme, but nobody compels you to take up with either. And the exit is as free as the entrance.”

“She settled down in the Etoile district, a suspicious neighborhood, three years ago, and opened her drawing-room to that froth of the continents which comes to Paris to practice its various formidable and criminal talents.”

“I don’t remember just how I went to her house. I went as we all go, because there is card playing, because the women are compliant, and the men dishonest. I love that social mob of buccaneers with decorations of all sorts of orders, all titled, and all entirely unknown at their embassies, except to the spies. They are always dragging in the subject of honor, quoting the list of their ancestors on the slightest provocation, and telling the story of their life at every opportunity, braggarts, liars, sharpers, dangerous as their cards, false as their names, brave because they have to be, like the assassins who can not pluck their victims except by exposing their own lives. In a word, it is the aristocracy of the bagnio.”

“I like them. They are interesting to fathom and to know, amusing to listen to, often witty, never commonplace as the ordinary French guests. Their women are always pretty, with a little flavor of foreign knavery, with the mystery of their past existence, half of which, perhaps, spent in a House of Correction. They generally have fine eyes and glorious hair, the true physique of the profession, an intoxicating grace, a seductiveness which drives men to folly, an unwholesome, irresistible charm! They conquer like the highwaymen of old. They are rapacious creatures; true birds of prey. I like them, too.”

“The Marquise Obardi is one of the type of these elegant good-for-nothings. Ripe and pretty, with a feline charm, you can see that she is vicious to the marrow. Everybody has a good time at her house, with cards, dancing, and suppers; in fact there is everything which goes to make up the pleasures of fashionable society life.”

“Have you ever been or are you now her lover?” Leon Saval asked.

“I have not been her lover, I am not now, and I never shall be. I only go to the house to see her daughter.”

“Ah! She has a daughter, then?”

“A daughter! A marvel, my dear man. She is the principal attraction of the den to-day. Tall, magnificent, just ripe, eighteen years old, as fair as her mother is dark, always merry, always ready for an entertainment, always laughing, and ready to dance like mad. Who will be the lucky man, to capture her, or who has already done so? Nobody can tell that. She has ten of us in her train, all hoping.”

“Such a daughter in the hands of a woman like the Marquise is a fortune. And they play the game together, the two charmers. No one knows just what they are planning. Perhaps they are waiting for a better bargain than I should prove. But I tell you that I shall close the bargain if I ever get a chance.”

“That girl Yvette absolutely baffles me, moreover. She is a mystery. If she is not the most complete monster of astuteness and perversity that I have ever seen, she certainly is the most marvelous phenomenon of innocence that can be imagined. She lives in that atmosphere of infamy with a calm and triumphing ease which is either wonderfully profligate or entirely artless. Strange scion of an adventuress, cast upon the muck-heap of that set, like a magnificent plant nurtured upon corruption, or rather like the daughter of some noble race, of some great artist, or of some grand lord, of some prince or dethroned king, tossed some evening into her mother’s arms, nobody can make out what she is nor what she thinks. But you are going to see her.”

Saval began to laugh and said: “You are in love with her.”

“No. I am on the list, which is not precisely the same thing. I will introduce you to my most serious rivals. But the chances are in my favor. I am in the lead, and some little distinction is shown to me.”

“You are in love,” Saval repeated.

“No. She disquiets me, seduces and disturbs me, attracts and frightens me away. I mistrust her as I would a trap, and I long for her as I long for a sherbet when I am thirsty. I yield to her charm, and I only approach her with the apprehension that I would feel concerning a man who was known to be a skillful thief. To her presence I have an irrational impulse toward belief in her possible purity and a very reasonable mistrust of her not less probable trickery. I feel myself in contact with an abnormal being, beyond the pale of natural laws, an exquisite or detestable creature — I don’t know which.”

For the third time Saval said: “I tell you that you are in love. You speak of her with the magniloquence of a poet and the feeling of a troubadour. Come, search your heart, and confess.”

Servigny walked a few steps without answering. Then he replied:

“That is possible, after all. In any case, she fills my mind almost continually. Yes, perhaps I am in love. I dream about her too much. I think of her when I am asleep and when I awake — that is surely a grave indication. Her face follows me, accompanies me ceaselessly, ever before me, around me, with me. Is this love, this physical infatuation? Her features are so stamped upon my vision that I see her the moment I shut my eyes. My heart beats quickly every time I look at her, I don’t deny it.”

“So I am in love with her, but in a queer fashion. I have the strongest desire for her, and yet the idea of making her my wife would seem to me a folly, a piece of stupidity, a monstrous thing: And I have a little fear of her, as well, the fear which a bird feels over which a hawk is hovering.”

“And again I am jealous of her, jealous of all of which I am ignorant in her incomprehensible heart. I am always wondering: ‘Is she a charming youngster or a wretched jade?’ She says things that would make an army shudder; but so does a parrot. She is at times so indiscreet and yet modest that I am forced to believe in her spotless purity, and again so incredibly artless that I must suspect that she has never been chaste. She allures me, excites me, like a woman of a certain category, and at the same time acts like an impeccable virgin. She seems to love me and yet makes fun of me; she deports herself in public as if she were my mistress and treats me in private as if I were her brother or footman.”

“There are times when I fancy that she has as many lovers as her mother. And at other times I imagine that she suspects absolutely nothing of that sort of life, you understand. Furthermore, she is a great novel reader. I am at present, while awaiting something better, her book purveyor. She calls me her ‘librarian.’ Every week the New Book Store sends her, on my orders, everything new that has appeared, and I believe that she reads everything at random. It must make a strange sort of mixture in her head.”

“That kind of...

Table of contents

• Title page
• GUY DE MAUPASSANT
• COPYRIGHT
• Guy de Maupassant: Parts Edition
• Parts Edition Contents
• The Complete Short Stories
• Maupassant: The Master of the Short Story
• LIST OF SHORT STORIES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER
• BOULE DE SUIF
• JADIS, OR, THE LOVE OF LONG AGO
• THE DISPENSER OF HOLY WATER
• SUNDAYS OF A BOURGEOIS
• SIMON’S PAPA
• SUICIDES
• ON THE RIVER
• LIEUTENANT LARE’S MARRIAGE
• TWO FRIENDS
• THE LANCER’S WIFE
• THE PRISONERS
• TWO LITTLE SOLDIERS
• FATHER MILON
• A COUP D’ETAT
• THE HORRIBLE
• MADAME PARISSE
• MADEMOISELLE FIFI
• A DUEL
• THE MAISON TELLIER
• IN THE SPRING
• A FAMILY
• THE COLONEL’S IDEAS
• MOTHER SAUVAGE
• EPIPHANY
• THE MUSTACHE
• MADAME BAPTISTE
• THE QUESTION OF LATIN
• A MEETING
• THE BLIND MAN
• INDISCRETION
• THE CAKE
• CHÂLI
• A FAMILY AFFAIR
• BESIDE SCHOPENHAUER’S CORPSE
• MISS HARRIET
• LITTLE LOUISE ROQUE
• THE DONKEY
• MOIRON
• A PARRICIDE
• BERTHA
• THE PATRON
• THE DOOR
• A SALE
• THE IMPOLITE SEX
• A WEDDING GIFT
• FEAR
• THE RELIC
• THE MORIBUND
• THE GAMEKEEPER
• THE STORY OF A FARM GIRL
• THE WRECK
• THEODULE SABOT’S CONFESSION
• THE WRONG HOUSE
• THE DIAMOND NECKLACE
• THE MARQUIS DE FUMEROL
• THE TRIP OF LE HORLA
• FAREWELL!
• THE WOLF
• THE INN
• MONSIEUR PARENT
• QUEEN HORTENSE
• MADEMOISELLE PEARL
• THE THIEF
• CLAIR DE LUNE
• WAITER, A “BOCK”
• FORGIVENESS
• A QUEER NIGHT IN PARIS
• THAT COSTLY RIDE
• USELESS BEAUTY
• THE FATHER
• MY UNCLE SOSTHENES
• THE BARONESS
• MOTHER AND SON
• THE HAND
• A TRESS OF HAIR
• THE CRIPPLE
• A STROLL
• ALEXANDRE
• THE LOG
• JULIE ROMAIN
• THE RONDOLI SISTERS
• THE FALSE GEMS
• FASCINATION
• YVETTE SAMORIS
• A VENDETTA
• MY TWENTY-FIVE DAYS
• THE TERROR
• LEGEND OF MONT ST. MICHEL
• A NEW YEAR’S GIFT
• FRIEND PATIENCE
• ABANDONED
• DENIS
• MY WIFE
• THE UNKNOWN
• THE APPARITION
• CLOCHETTE
• THE KISS
• THE LEGION OF HONOR
• THE TEST
• FOUND ON A DROWNED MAN
• THE ORPHAN
• THE BEGGAR
• THE RABBIT
• HIS AVENGER
• MY UNCLE JULES
• THE MODEL
• A VAGABOND
• THE FISHING HOLE
• THE SPASM
• IN THE WOOD
• MARTINE
• ALL OVER
• THE PARROT
• THE PIECE OF STRING
• TOINE
• MADAME HUSSON’S “ROSIER”
• THE ADOPTED SON
• COWARD
• OLD MONGILET
• MOONLIGHT
• THE FIRST SNOWFALL
• A RECOLLECTION
• OUR LETTERS
• FRIEND JOSEPH
• THE EFFEMINATES
• YVETTE
• NIGHT. A NIGHTMARE
• THE HORLA
• OLD AMABLE
• THE CHRISTENING
• THE FARMER’S WIFE
• THE DEVIL
• THE SNIPE
• THE WILL
• WALTER SCHNAFFS’ ADVENTURE
• AT SEA
• MINUET
• THE SON
• THAT PIG OF A MORIN
• SAINT ANTHONY
• LASTING LOVE
• PIERROT
• A NORMANDY JOKE
• AM I INSANE?
• FATHER MATTHEW
• THE UMBRELLA
• BELHOMME’S BEAST
• DISCOVERY
• THE ACCURSED BREAD
• THE DOWRY
• HAUTOT SENIOR AND HAUTOT JUNIOR (1889)
• THE DIARY OF A MADMAN
• THE MASK
• THE PENGUINS’ ROCK
• AN ARTIFICE
• DREAMS
• THE CHILD
• A COUNTRY EXCURSION
• ROSE
• ROSALIE PRUDENT
• REGRET
• A SISTER’S CONFESSION
• COCO
• DEAD WOMAN’S SECRET
• A HUMBLE DRAMA
• MADEMOISELLE COCOTTE
• THE CORSICAN BANDIT
• THE GRAVE
• OLD JUDAS
• THE LITTLE CASK
• BOITELLE
• A WIDOW
• THE ENGLISHMAN OF ETRETAT
• MAGNETISM
• A FATHER’S CONFESSION
• A MOTHER OF MONSTERS
• AN UNCOMFORTABLE BED
• A PORTRAIT
• THE DRUNKARD
• THE WARDROBE
• THE MOUNTAIN POOL
• A CREMATION
• MISTI
• MADAME HERMET
• THE MAGIC COUCH
• NO QUARTER
• A LIVELY FRIEND
• HE?
• A PHILOSOPHER
• ALWAYS LOCK THE DOOR!
• WHAT WAS REALLY THE MATTER WITH ANDREW
• GROWING OLD
• MY LANDLADY
• LOVE. THREE PAGES FROM A SPORTSMAN’S BOOK
• SAVED
• THE SIGNAL
• UGLY
• WOMAN’S WILES
• FLY
• THE MAD WOMAN
• THE WOODEN SHOES
• A COCK CROWED
• JULOT’S OPINION
• MADEMOISELLE
• THE MOUNTEBANKS
• THE SEQUEL TO A DIVORCE
• THE MAN WITH THE DOGS
• THE CLOWN
• BABETTE
• SYMPATHY
• THE DEBT
• AN ARTIST
• MAMMA STIRLING
• LILIE LALA
• THE BANDMASTER’S SISTER
• FALSE ALARM
• WIFE AND MISTRESS
• MAD
• AN UNFORTUNATE LIKENESS
• THE NEW SENSATION
• THE VIATICUM
• THE RELICS
• A RUPTURE
• A USEFUL HOUSE
• THE ACCENT
• GHOSTS
• CRASH
• AN HONEST IDEAL
• STABLE PERFUME
• THE ILL-OMENED GROOM
• AN EXOTIC PRINCE
• VIRTUE IN THE BALLET
• IN HIS SWEETHEART’S LIVERY
• DELILA
• A MESALLIANCE
• A NIGHT IN WHITECHAPEL
• COUNTESS SATAN
• KIND GIRLS
• PROFITABLE BUSINESS
• VIOLATED
• JEROBOAM
• MARGOT’S TAPERS
• CAUGHT IN THE VERY ACT
• MOHAMMED FRIPOULI
• THE CONFESSION
• WAS IT A DREAM?
• THE LAST STEP
• ONE EVENING
• THE HERMAPHRODITE
• MARROCA
• THE ASSIGNATION
• AN ADVENTURE
• THE DOUBLE PINS
• UNDER THE YOKE
• THE READ ONE AND THE OTHER
• THE UPSTART
• THE CARTER’S WENCH
• THE MARQUIS
• THE BED
• AN ADVENTURE IN PARIS
• HAPPINESS
• THE OLD MAID
• THE AWAKENING
• THE JENNET
• RUST
• THE SUBSTITUTE
• THE MAN WITH THE BLUE EYES
• ALLOUMA
• THE ODALISQUE OF SENICHOU
• A GOOD MATCH
• A FASHIONABLE WOMAN
• THE CARNIVAL OF LOVE
• A DEER PARK IN THE PROVINCES
• THE WHITE LADY
• CAUGHT
• CHRISTMAS EVE
• WORDS OF LOVE
• A DIVORCE CASE
• WHO KNOWS?
• PAUL’S MISTRESS
• THE TWENTY-FIVE FRANCS OF THE MOTHER-SUPERIOR
• THE VENUS OF BRANIZA
• LA MORILLONNE
• THE PORT
• THE HERMIT
• THE ORDERLY
• DUCHOUX
• RELICS OF THE PAST
• THE PEDDLER
• THE OLIVE GROVE
• A WARNING NOTE
• AFTER
• TIMBUCTOO
• TOMBSTONES
• LIST OF SHORT STORIES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER
• The Plays
• The Delphi Classics Catalogue