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-The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Novel on the Tram, by Benito Pérez Galdós
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-Title: The Novel on the Tram
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-Author: Benito Pérez Galdós
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-*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NOVEL ON THE TRAM ***
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-Produced by Michael Wooff
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-
-The Novel on the Tram
-
-
-Benito Pérez Galdós (1843-1920)
-
-
-This translation of La novela en el tranvía,
-which I have entitled The Novel on the Tram,
-is granted to the public domain by its translator,
-Michael Wooff.
-
-
-I
-
-The tram left the end of the Salamanca district to pass through the
-whole of Madrid in the direction of Pozas.  Motivated by a selfish
-desire to sit down before others with the same intention, I put my
-hand on the handrail of the stair leading to the upper deck, stepped
-onto the platform and went up.  At the same time (a fateful meeting!)
-I collided with another passenger who was getting on the tram from
-the other side.  I looked at him and recognized my friend Don Dionisio
-Cascajares y de la Vallina, a man as inoffensive as he was discreet,
-who had at this critical juncture the goodness to greet me with a warm
-and enthusiastic handshake.  The shock of our unexpected meeting did
-not have serious consequences apart from the partial denting of a
-certain straw hat placed on top of the head of an English woman who
-was trying to get on behind my friend, and who suffered, no doubt for
-lack of agility, a glancing blow from his stick.  We sat down without
-attaching exaggerated importance to this slight mishap and started to
-chat.
-
-Don Dionisio Cascajares is a famous doctor, although not for the depth
-of his knowledge of pathology, and a good man, since it could never
-be said of him that he was inclined to take what did not belong to
-him, nor to kill his fellow men by means other than those of his
-dangerous and scientific vocation.  We can be quite sure that the
-leniency of his treatment and his complacency in not giving his
-patients any other treatment than the one they want are the root
-cause of the confidence he inspires in a great many families,
-irrespective of class, especially when, in his limitless kindness,
-he also has a reputation for meting out services over and above the
-call of duty though always of a rigorously honest nature.  Nobody
-knows like he does interesting events which are not common knowledge,
-and no-one possesses to a higher degree the mania of asking questions,
-though this vice of being overly inquisitive is compensated for in
-him by the promptness with which he tells you everything he knows
-without others needing to take the trouble to sound him out.  Judge
-then if such a fine exemplar of human flippancy would be in demand
-with the curious and the garrulous.  This man, my friend as he is
-everyone's, was sitting next to me when the tram, slipping smoothly
-along its iron road, was going down the calle de Serrano, stopping
-from time to time in order to fill the few seats that still remained
-empty.  We were so hemmed in that the bundle of books I was carrying
-with me became a source of great concern to me, and I was putting it
-first on one knee, then on the other.  Finally I decided to sit on it,
-fearing to disturb the English lady, whose seat just happened to be
-next to me on my left.
-
-"And where are you going?" Cascajares asked me, looking at me over
-the top of his dark glasses, which made me feel that I was being
-watched by four eyes rather than two.  I answered him evasively and
-he, not wanting to lose any time before finding something out,
-insisted on asking questions:  "And what's so-and-so up to?  And
-that woman, what's-her-name, where is she?" accompanied by other
-inquiries of the same ilk which were not fully replied to either.
-As a last resort, seeing how useless his attempts were to start a
-conversation, he set off on a path more in keeping with his expansive
-temperament and began to spill the beans:
-
-"Poor countess!" he said, expressing with a movement of his head and
-facial features his disinterested compassion.  "If she had followed
-my advice, she would not be in such a critical situation."
-
-"Quite clearly," I replied mechanically, doing compassionate homage
-also to the aforementioned countess.  "Just imagine," he continued,
-"that they've let themselves be dominated by that man!  And that
-man will end up being master of the house.  Poor woman!  She thinks
-that with tears and lamentations all can be remedied, but it isn't
-so.  She must make a decision, for that man is a monster; I believe
-he has it in him to commit the most heinous crimes."
-
-"Yes, he'll stop at nothing," I said, unconsciously participating in
-his indignation.
-
-"He's like all those low-born men who follow their base instincts.
-If they raise their station in life, they become insufferable.  His
-face is a clear indication that nothing good can come out of all this."
-
-"It hits you in the face.  I believe you."
-
-"I'll explain it to you in a nutshell.  The countess is an excellent
-woman, angelic, as discreet as she is beautiful and deserving of
-something far better.  But she is married to a man who does not
-understand the value of the treasure he possesses and he spends his
-life given over to gambling and to all sorts of illicit pastimes.
-She in the meantime gets bored and cries.  Is it surprising that she
-tries to dull her pain honestly, here and there, wherever a piano is
-being played?  Moreover I myself give her this advice and say it loud
-and clear:  Madam, seek diversion.  Life's too short.  The count in
-the end will have to repent of his follies and your sufferings will
-then be over.  It seems to me I'm right."
-
-"No doubt about it," I replied off the cuff, although, in my heart
-of hearts, as indifferent as I had been to begin with to the sundry
-misfortunes of the countess.  "But that's not the worst of it,"
-Cascajares added, striking the floor with his stick, "for now the
-count, in the prime of life, has started to be jealous, yes, of a
-certain young man who has taken to heart the enterprise of helping
-the countess to enjoy herself."
-
-"The husband will be to blame if he succeeds."
-
-"None of that would matter as the countess is virtue incarnate; none
-of that would matter, I say, if there was not a terrible man whom I
-suspect of being about to cause a disaster in that house."
-
-"Really?  And who is he, this man?"  I asked with a spark of curiosity.
-
-"A former butler, well-liked by the count, who has set himself to make
-a martyr of the countess as unhappy as she is sensitive.  It seems
-that he is now in possession of a certain secret which could compromise
-her, and with this weapon he presumes to do God knows what.  It's
-infamous!"
-
-"It certainly is and he merits an exemplary punishment," I said,
-discharging in turn the weight of my wrath on that man.
-
-"But she is innocent, she is an angel.  But enough said!  We've
-reached Cibeles.  Yes, on the right I can see Buenavista Park.  Have
-them stop, boy.  I'm not one of those who jump off while the tram is
-still moving to split open their heads on the cobbles.  Farewell, my
-friend, farewell."
-
-The tram stopped and Don Dionisio Cascajares y de la Vallina got off
-after shaking my hand again and inflicting more slight damage on the
-hat of the English lady who had not yet recovered from her original
-scare.
-
-II
-
-The tram carried on and, strange to relate, I in turn continued to
-think about the unknown countess, of her cruel and suspicious consort
-and above all of the sinister man who, according to the doctor's
-emphatic expression, was on the point of causing a disaster in the
-house.  Consider, reader, the nature of human thought: when Cascajares
-started to relate those events to me, I was annoyed at his importunity
-and heaviness, but my mind wasted little time in taking hold of that
-same subject, turning it upside down and right side up, a psychological
-process which did not cease to be stimulated by the regular motion of
-the tram and the dull and monotonous noise of its wheels polishing the
-iron of the rails.
-
-But in the end I stopped thinking about what was of such little interest
-to me and, scanning with my eyes the inside of the tram, I examined
-one by one my travelling companions.  What distinctive faces and what
-expressions!  Some appeared not to be bothered in the least about those
-who were next to them.  Some were happy, some were sad, this one was
-yawning, that one was laughing, and in spite of the journey's shortness,
-there was not a single one who did not want it to be over quickly, for
-among the thousand and one annoyances of our existence, none exceeds
-the one that consists in being a dozen people gazing at one another's
-faces without saying a word and mutually musing over their wrinkles,
-their moles or some anomaly noticed in a face or in clothing.
-
-It is strange this short acquaintance with people that we have not
-seen before and will in all likelihood not see again.  We already meet
-someone on entering and others arrive while we're still there.
-Passengers get off leaving us alone and finally we too alight.  It's
-a mirror of human life itself in which birth and death are like the
-entrances and exits I've just mentioned for new generations of
-passengers come to populate the little world that lives inside the tram.
-They get on, they get off; they are born and they die.  How many have
-passed through here before we have!  How many more will succeed us!
-And for the resemblance to be even more complete there is also a small
-world of passions in miniature inside that big box.
-
-Many go there that we feel instinctively to be excellent people and
-their appearance pleases us and we are even upset to see them go.
-Others, on the contrary, annoy us as soon as we look at them.  We
-examine with a certain rancour their phrenological characteristics
-and feel a real pleasure when we see them go.  And meanwhile the
-vehicle, an imitation of life, keeps going, always receiving and
-letting go, uniform, indefatigable, majestic, oblivious to what is
-happening inside it, without being moved very much by the barely
-stifled passions of dumb show.  The tram is running, always running
-over the two interminable iron tracks, wide and slippery as centuries.
-I was thinking about this while the tram was going up the calle de
-Alcalá until the noise of my bundle of books falling on the floor
-pulled me back from the gulf of so many mixed up ruminations.  I
-picked it up immediately and my eyes focused on the sheet of newspaper
-that was serving as a wrapper to the volumes and mechanically took in
-half a line of what was printed there.  All of a sudden my curiosity
-was well and truly aroused.  I had read something that interested me
-and certain names scattered through that scrap of a newspaper serial
-affected both my vision and my memory.  I looked for the beginning
-and did not find it: the paper was torn and I could only read, with
-curiosity at first and afterwards more and more eagerly, what follows:
-
-The countess felt indescribably agitated.  The presence of Mudarra,
-the insolent butler, who had forgotten his humble beginnings to dare
-to cast his gaze on such a noble personage, was a continual source of
-anxiety to her.  The scoundrel never stopped spying on her, watching
-her as a prison guard watches a prisoner.  He already showed no
-deference to her and nor were the sensitivity and delicacy of such
-an excellent lady an obstacle to his entrapment of her.  Mudarra made
-an untimely entrance into the private quarters of the countess, who,
-pale and agitated, feeling at one and the same time both shame and
-terror, did not have the strength to dismiss him.
-
-"Don't be frightened, Your Ladyship," he said with a forced and
-sinister smile, which made the lady even more alarmed.  "I haven't
-come to do you any harm."
-
-"Oh my God!  When will this agony be over?" the lady exclaimed,
-dropping her arms in discouragement.  "Leave.  I cannot accede to
-your desires.  What infamy!  To make use in this way of my weakness
-and the indifference of my husband, the source of so many of my
-misfortunes!"
-
-"Why so surly, countess?" the fierce butler added.  "If I did not
-have in my hands the secret that could lead to your perdition, if
-I could not apprise the count of certain particulars with reference
-to that young nobleman.  But I will not use these terrible weapons
-against you.  One day you will understand me and know how selfless
-is the great love that you have been able to inspire in me."
-
-As he said this Mudarra moved a few steps nearer to the countess
-who distanced herself with horror and repugnance from that monster.
-Mudarra was a man of around fifty, dark-skinned, thickset and
-knock-kneed, with rough, untidy hair and a big mouth full of teeth.
-His eyes, half hidden behind the luxuriant growth of wide, black
-and very thick eyebrows, expressed at moments like these the most
-bestial concupiscence.
-
-"Ah porcupine!" he angrily exclaimed on seeing the lady's natural
-reticence.  "How unfortunate I am not to be a dapper young chap!
-Such prudery knowing full well I can tell the count and have no
-doubt that he'll believe me, Your Ladyship: the count has so much
-trust in me that he takes what I say as gospel and he'll be full
-of jealousy if I show him the paper."
-
-"Scoundrel!" shouted the countess with a noble display of righteous
-indignation.  "I am innocent and my husband will not give credence
-to such vile slanders.  And even if I were guilty I would prefer a
-thousand times over for my husband and the whole world to despise
-me than to buy peace of mind at that price.  Leave here at once."
-
-"I too have a temper, countess," said the butler swallowing his
-rage.  "I too can lose it and get angry and since Your Ladyship
-is making a big thing of this, let's make a big thing of it.  I
-already know what I have to do and I've been until now far too
-affable.  One last time I put it to Your Ladyship that we should
-be friends and don't make me do something you'll regret, and so
-my lady."
-
-On saying this Mudarra contracted the parchment-like skin and the
-rigid tendons of his face making a grimace like a smile and took
-a few more steps as if to sit down on the sofa next to the countess.
-The latter jumped up shouting:  "No!  Leave!  Scoundrel!  And not
-to have anyone here to defend me.  Leave!"
-
-The butler then was like a wild animal that lets go of the prey it
-was holding a moment before in its claws.  He breathed heavily,
-made a threatening gesture and slowly left with soft footfalls.
-The countess, trembling and out of breath, having taken refuge in
-a corner of the room, heard the footfalls which faded away on the
-carpet of the room next door and finally breathed when she judged
-him to be far away.  She closed the doors and tried to sleep, but
-sleep eluded her, her eyes still full of terror at the image of
-the monster.
-
-CHAPTER XI The Plot
-
-Mudarra, on leaving the countess's room, went in the direction of
-his own and, dominated by a strong feeling of nervous anxiety,
-started to search for letters and papers muttering to himself:
-"I can't stand it anymore.  You'll pay me back for all of this."
-Then he sat down, took up his pen, and, putting in front of him
-one of those letters and examining it closely, he began to write
-another, trying to copy the writing.  He moved his eyes feverishly
-from the model to the copy and finally, after a great deal of work,
-he wrote with writing totally identical to that of the model, the
-following letter, the sentiments in which were of his own making:
-I promised to meet with you and I'm hastening to carry out that
-promise.
-
-The newspaper in which this serial appeared was torn and I could
-read no further.
-
-III
-
-Without taking my eyes off the bundle of books I started to think
-about the relationship between the news I had had from the mouth
-of Don Cascajares and the scene I had just read in that scandal
-sheet, a roman feuilleton no doubt translated from some silly novel
-by Ponson du Terrail or Montépin.  It may be silly I said to myself,
-but the fact is I'm interested in this countess who has fallen
-victim to the nastiness of an insufferable butler who only exists
-in the disturbed mind of some novelist born to terrify simple souls.
-And what will he do to take his revenge?  He'd be capable of framing
-some atrocity to bring to an end in sensational style such a chapter.
-And what will the count do?  And that young man Cascajares mentioned
-on the tram and Mudarra in the serial, what will he do?  Who is he?
-What is there between the countess and that unknown gentleman?  I'd
-give my eye teeth to know.
-
-These were my thoughts when I raised my eyes and looked over the
-inside of the tram with them.  To my horror I saw a person who made
-me shake with fear.  While I was engrossed in the interesting reading
-of the feuilleton, the tram had stopped several times to take on or
-let off passengers.  On one of these occasions this man had got on
-whose sudden presence now produced such a strong impression on me.
-It was him, Mudarra, the butler in person, sitting opposite me, with
-his knees touching my knees.  I took a second to examine him from
-head to toe and saw in him the features I had already read about.
-He could be no-one else: even the most trifling details of his
-clothing clearly indicated it was him.  I recognized his dark and
-lustrous complexion, his unruly hair, the curls of which sprang up
-in opposite directions like the snakes of Medusa.  His deep-sunk
-eyes were covered by the thickness of his bushy eyebrows and his
-beard was no less unkempt than his hair, while his feet were twisted
-inwards like those of parrots.  The same look in a nutshell, the
-same man in his appearance, in his clothes, in the way he breathed
-and in the way he coughed, even in the way he put his hand into his
-pocket to pay his fare.
-
-Suddenly I saw him take out a letter writing case and I noticed that
-this object had on its cover a great gilded M, the first letter of
-his surname.  He opened it, took out a letter and looked at the
-envelope with a demonic smile and I even thought I heard him mutter:
-"How well I've imitated the handwriting!"  The letter was indeed a
-small one with the envelope addressed in a feminine scrawl.  I
-watched him closely as he took pleasure in his infamous action until
-he saw that I had indiscreetly and discourteously stretched my face
-in order to read the address.  He gave me a stare that hit me like
-a blow and put the letter back in the case.
-
-The tram kept going and in the short time it had taken me to read
-an extract from the novel, to reflect on such strange occurrences
-and to see Mudarra in the flesh, a character out of a book, hard to
-believe in, made human and now my companion on this journey, we had
-left behind the calle de Alcalá, were currently crossing the Puerta
-del Sol and making a triumphal entrance into the calle Mayor, making
-a way for ourselves between other vehicles, making slow-moving covered
-waggons speed up and frightening pedestrians who, in the tumult of
-the street and dazed by so many diverse noises, only saw the solid
-outline of the tram when it was almost on top of them.  I continued
-to look at that man as one looks at an object of whose existence one
-is uncertain and I did not take my eyes from his repugnant face till
-I saw him get up, ask for the tram to stop and get off, losing sight
-of him then among the crowd on the street.
-
-Various passengers got off and got on and the living décor of the
-tram changed completely.  The more I thought of it, the more alive
-was the curiosity that event aroused in me, which I had to begin with
-considered as forced into my head exclusively by the juxtaposition of
-various feelings occasioned by my erstwhile conversation and subsequent
-reading, but which I finally imagined as indubitably true.
-
-When the man in whom I thought to see the awful butler got off the
-tram, I was still thinking about the incident with the letter and I
-explained it to myself as best I could, hoping not to have on such a
-delicate matter an imagination less fertile than the novelist who
-had written what only moments before I had read.  Mudarra, I thought,
-desirous of taking his revenge on the countess, that unfortunate
-lady, had copied her writing and written a letter to a certain
-gentleman of her acquaintance.  In the letter she had given him a
-rendezvous in her own home.  The young man had arrived at the time
-indicated and shortly afterwards the husband, whom the butler had
-warned so that he would catch his unfaithful wife in flagrante
-which was in itself an admirable idea!  An action, which in life has
-points for and against, fits snugly in a novel like a ring on a
-finger.  The lady would faint, the lover would panic and the husband
-would commit an atrocity and, lurking behind a curtain, the face of
-the butler would light up diabolically.
-
-As an avid reader of numerous bad novels, I gave that twist to what
-was unconsciously developing in my imagination on the basis of the
-words of a friend, the reading of a piece of torn-off paper and the
-sight of someone I had never laid eyes on before.
-
-IV
-
-The tram kept on going and going and whether because of the heat that
-could be felt inside it or the slow and monotonous movement of the
-vehicle that gives rise to a certain amount of dizziness which then
-turns into sleep, what is certain is that I felt my eyelids droop,
-leaned to my left-hand side, placing my elbow on the bundle of books,
-and closed my eyes.  While in this position I continued to see the
-row of faces of both sexes in front of me, some bearded, some shaven,
-some laughing, some very stiff and serious.  Afterwards it seemed
-to me that, obeying the contraction of a single muscle, all those
-faces winked and grimaced, opening and closing their eyes and their
-mouths, and showing me in turn a series of teeth that varied from
-whiter than white to yellowish, some as sharp as knives, others
-broken and worn.  Those eight noses set under sixteen eyes varying
-in colour and expression, got bigger or smaller and changed shape;
-the mouths opened in a horizontal line producing silent laughter
-or stretched forward forming sharp-pointed snouts similar to the
-interesting face of a certain distinguished animal which has brought
-down on itself the anathema of being unnameable.
-
-Behind those eight faces, whose horrendous traits I have just depicted,
-and through the windows of the tram, I could see the street, the houses
-and the passers-by, all speeding past as if the tram were travelling
-at a vertiginous speed.  I at least thought that it went faster than
-the trains on our railroads, faster than its French, English and North
-American counterparts.  It ran as fast as might be imagined when it
-came to displacing solid objects.
-
-As this state of lethargy increased, I was able to imagine that houses,
-streets and the whole of Madrid were gradually disappearing.  For a
-moment I thought that the tram was running through oceanic depths:
-through the windows could be seen the bodies of enormous cetaceans
-and the sticky appendages of a multitude of polyps of various sizes.
-Small fish were shaking their slippery tails against the glass and
-some of them were looking inside with great and gilded eyes.
-Crustaceans of an unfamiliar shape, large molluscs, madrepores, sponges
-and a scattering of big and misshapen bivalves which I had never seen
-before, swam ceaselessly past.  The tram was being pulled by monstrous
-swimming creatures, whose oars, fighting with the water, sounded like
-the blades of a propeller churning it up with their ceaseless rotation.
-
-This vision started to fade.  Then it seemed to me that the tram was
-flying through the air, always in the same direction and without being
-blown off course by winds.  Through the windows only empty space was
-visible.  Clouds sometimes enveloped us and a sudden downpour drummed
-against the upper deck.  All at once we came out into pure space flooded
-with sunshine, only to go back to the nebulous presence of huge flashes,
-now red, now yellow, sometimes opal, sometimes amethyst, which were
-being left behind us as we made our way forward.  We passed then through
-a point in space where shining forms floated in a very fine golden dust:
-further on this dust storm, which I took to be produced by the movement
-of the wheels grinding the light, was silver, then green like flour made
-from emeralds, and finally red like flour made from rubies.  The tram
-was being dragged by some apocalyptic bird, stronger than a hippogryph
-and more daring than a dragon, and the noise of the wheels and the
-driving force made me think of the whirring of the great sails of a
-windmill, or rather the buzz of a bumblebee the size of an elephant.
-We were flying through infinite space without ever arriving anywhere.
-In the meantime the earth fell away several leagues below our feet,
-and the things of earth--Spain, Madrid, the Salamanca district,
-Cascajares, the Countess, the Count, Mudarra, the gallant young man,
-all of them together.
-
-I soon fell into a deep sleep and then the tram stopped moving, stopped
-flying and the sensation that I felt of travelling in such a tram
-disappeared and all that was left was the deep and monotonous bass of
-the wheels which never abandons us even in our nightmares, be it in a
-train or in the cabin of a steamship.  I slept.  Oh unhappy countess!
-I saw her as clearly as I now see the paper that I'm writing on.  I
-saw her sat next to a night light, hand on cheek, sad and pensive like
-a statue depicting Melancholy.  At her feet a lapdog lay curled up that
-seemed to me just as sad as his as his interesting mistress.
-
-Then I was able to examine at my leisure the woman I had come to see
-as misfortune personified.  She was tall and fair with big and
-expressive eyes, an aquiline nose that was actually quite prominent,
-though not out of proportion to the rest of her face, and set off
-by the twin curves of her fine and arched eyebrows.  She was casually
-groomed and from this, as from her dress, it was possible to surmise
-that she did not intend to go out again that night.  A night of
-marvels truly!  I observed with increasing anxiety the beautiful
-form I so much wanted to know better and it seemed to me that I could
-read her mind behind that noble brow in which the habit of reflexion
-had traced scarcely visible lines which would soon become wrinkles.
-Suddenly the door to her room opened to let a man in.  The Countess
-gave a yelp of surprise and got up in a state of great agitation.
-
-"What's this?" she said.  "Rafael.  You.  What barefaced cheek!  How
-did you get in?"
-
-"Madam," answered the one who had just entered, a young man of noble
-bearing.  "Weren't you expecting me?  I received a letter from you."
-
-"A letter from me!" exclaimed the Countess even more agitated.  "I
-wrote no such letter.  And what reason would I have for writing it?"
-
-"Madam, look," the young man responded, taking out the letter and
-showing it to her.  "It's in your own handwriting."
-
-"Good God!  What devilry is this?" said the lady in despair.  "It was
-not I who wrote this letter.  They're setting a trap for me."
-
-"Madam, calm down.  I'm very sorry."
-
-"Yes.  I understand everything now.  That infamous man.  I have a
-strong suspicion as to what he had in mind.  Leave this instant.  But
-it's already too late.  I can already hear my husband's voice."
-
-Indeed a deafening voice could be heard in the room next door and,
-after a short interval, the Count came in the room.  He feigned
-surprise at seeing the gallant visitor and, subsequently laughing
-somewhat affectedly, spoke to him:
-
-"Ah Rafael!  You're here.  Long time no see!  You came to accompany
-Antonia on the piano.  You'll take tea with us."
-
-The Countess and her spouse exchanged a meaningful glance.  The young
-man in his perplexity hardly managed to return the Count's greeting.
-I saw them entering the living room and servants coming out to meet
-them.  I saw that the servants were carrying tea things and afterwards
-they disappeared, leaving the three main characters alone.
-
-Something terrible was going to happen.
-
-They sat down.  The Countess looked mortified.  The Count affected a
-dazed hilarity like drunkenness and the young man spoke only in
-monosyllables.  Tea was served and the Count passed to Rafael one of
-the cups, not just any cup, but one he'd singled out.  The Countess
-looked at that cup so fearfully it seemed that her soul had left her
-body.  They drank in silence ballasting the brew with a tasty assortment
-of Huntley and Palmers biscuits and other nibbles appropriate to this
-type of supper.  Then the Count burst out laughing again with the
-outrageous and noisy demonstrativeness that was peculiar to him that
-night, and said:
-
-"How bored we all are!  You, Rafael, haven't said a word.  Antonia,
-play something.  We haven't heard you play for such a long time.  This
-piece by Gorschack, for instance, entitled Death.  You used to play it
-wonderfully.  Come on.  Sit down at the piano."
-
-The Countess tried to speak, but could not say a word.  The Count
-looked at her in such a way that the unhappy woman quailed before
-the terrible expression in his eyes like a dove hypnotized by a boa
-constrictor.  She got up to go to the piano and again there the
-husband must have said something that terrified her even more,
-subjecting her to his devilish dominion.  The piano sounded with
-several strings struck at once and, running from the low notes to
-the high notes, the lady's hands awoke in a second hundreds of
-sounds that were lying dormant in among the strings and hammers.
-At first the music was a confused mixture of sounds that stunned
-rather than pleased, but then that storm blew over and a funereal
-and timorous dirge like the Dies irae came out of such disorder.
-It seemed to me I heard the sad sound of a choir of Carthusians
-accompanied by the hoarse bellow of the bassoons.  After could
-be heard pitiful sighs like those that we imagine souls exhale,
-condemned in purgatory to ceaselessly beg for a pardon that is a
-long time in coming.
-
-Then came loud and extended arpeggios and the notes reared up as
-if arguing about which of them would could there first.  Chords
-came together and broke up like the foam on waves which forms and
-is then effaced.  The harmonies boiled and fluctuated in an endless
-heavy swell, fading into silence and then coming back more strongly
-in great and hasty eddies.  I carried on entranced by the majestic
-and impressive music.  I could not see the face of the countess,
-sat with her back to me, but I imagined it to be in such a state of
-bewilderment and fright that I started to think that the piano was
-playing itself.  The young man was behind her, the count to her
-right, leaning on the piano.  From time to time she raised her eyes
-to look at him, but she must have seen something dreadful in the
-eyes of her companion as she went back to lowering hers and kept on
-playing.  Suddenly the piano stopped sounding and the Countess cried
-out.
-
-Just at that moment I felt an extremely strong blow to my shoulder,
-shook myself violently and woke up.
-
-V
-
-In my agitated dream I had changed position and had allowed myself
-to fall on the venerable English lady who was travelling next to me.
-"Aah! You--sleeping--disturb me," she said, making a sour face,
-while she pushed away from her my bundle of books which had fallen
-onto her knees.
-
-"Madam, it's true.  I fell asleep," I replied, embarrassed to see
-that all the passengers were laughing at this scene.
-
-"Oh!  I tell driver--you disturb me--very shocking," the English
-woman added in her incomprehensible gibberish:  "Oh!  You think my
-body is your bed for you to sleep.  Oh!  Gentleman, you are a
-stupid ass."
-
-On saying this, this daughter of Britannia, who already had a ruddy
-complexion, blushed red as a tomato.  You might have thought that
-the blood that had rushed to her cheeks and her nose was flowing
-from her incandescent pores.  She showed me four sharp and very
-white teeth as if she wanted to bite me.  I asked of her a thousand
-pardons for the discourtesy of falling asleep, picked up my bundle
-and reviewed the new faces that there now were in the tram.
-
-Imagine, oh calm and kind reader, when I saw facing me--guess who?
-the young man I had just finished dreaming about, Don Rafael in
-the flesh.  I rubbed my eyes to convince myself that I was not still
-asleep and found myself awake, as awake as I am now.  He it was and
-he was talking to someone else who was travelling with him.  I paid
-attention and listened as hard as I could:
-
-"But didn't you suspect anything?" the other person said to him.
-
-"Something, yes.  But I held my tongue.  She looked petrified with
-terror.  Her husband ordered her to play the piano and she did not
-dare to resist.  She played, as always, admirably, and, as I listened
-to her, I managed to forget the dangerous situation in which we
-found ourselves.  Despite the efforts she was making to look calm,
-a moment came when she was no longer able to pretend any more.  Her
-arms relaxed and slipped off the keys.  She threw her head back and
-cried out.  Then her husband took out a dagger and, taking a step
-towards her, shouted furiously: "Play or I'll kill you this instant."
-When I saw this my blood boiled.  I wanted to throw myself at that
-wretch, but I felt in my body a sensation that I cannot describe to
-you.  A furnace had lit up in my stomach.  Fire was running through
-my veins.  My lungs were hyperventilating and I fell on the floor
-senseless."
-
-"And before that did you not recognize the symptoms of poisoning?"
-asked the other.  "I noticed a certain feeling of uneasiness and
-had a vague suspicion, but nothing more than that.  The poison had
-been well prepared.  It had a delayed effect on me and did not kill
-me, though it's left me with a physical impairment for life."
-
-"And after you passed out, what happened?"
-
-Rafael was going to answer and I was hanging on his every word as
-if it were a matter of life and death when the tram halted.
-
-"Ah, here we are already at Consejos.  Let's get off here," said
-Rafael.
-
-What a nuisance!  They were getting off and I would not know how
-the story ended.
-
-"Sir, sir, a word," I said on seeing them get off.  The young man
-stopped and looked at me.
-
-"And the Countess?  What became of her?" I asked eagerly.
-
-Loud laughter was my only response.  The two young men laughed too
-and left without saying a word.  The only living being to keep her
-sphinx-like calm at such a comic scene was the English woman who,
-indignant at my outlandish behaviour, turned to the other passengers
-saying:  "Oh!  A lunatic fellow!"
-
-VI
-
-The tram continued on its way and I was burning with curiosity to
-know what had happened to the unfortunate Countess.  Had her husband
-killed her?  I understood how that villain's mind worked.  Desirous
-of enjoying his revenge, like all cruel souls, he wanted his wife
-to be present, without pause in playing, at the death of that unwary
-young man brought there by a spiteful trick on the part of Mudarra.
-But the lady could not continue making desperate efforts to keep
-calm, knowing that Rafael had swallowed the poison.  A tragic and
-horrifying scene I thought, more convinced than ever of the reality
-of that event--and now you'll say that such things only happen in
-novels!
-
-On passing in front of Palacio the tram halted and a woman got on
-who was carrying a small dog in her arms.  I immediately recognized
-the dog I had seen reclining at the feet of the Countess.  This was
-the same dog with the same white and fine fur, the same black patch
-on one of his ears.  As luck would have it the woman sat down next
-to me.  Unable to resist being curious, I put the following question
-to her:
-
-"Is this nice dog your dog?"
-
-"Who else could he belong to?  Do you like him?"
-
-I fondled one of the ears of the intelligent animal to show him
-affection, but he, oblivious to my blandishments, jumped and put
-his paws on the knees of the English woman, who showed me her two
-teeth again as if wanting to bite me, and exclaimed:
-
-"Oh!  You are unsupportable!"
-
-"And where did you acquire this dog?" I asked without taking notice
-of the latest explosion of righteous indignation on the part of the
-British lady.  "Can you tell me?"
-
-"My mistress gave it me."
-
-"And what became of your mistress?" I asked most anxiously.
-
-"Ah!  Did you know her?" the woman replied.
-
-"She was a good woman, wasn't she?"
-
-"An excellent woman.  But may I know how that bad business ended?"
-
-"So you know about it, you've had news of it."
-
-"Yes, madam.  I know what happened, including the tea that was
-served.  And tell me--did your mistress die?"
-
-"Yes, sir.  She's gone to a better place."
-
-"And what happened?  Was she murdered or did she die of fright?"
-
-"What murder?  What fright?" she said with a mocking expression.
-"You're not in the know after all.  She ate something that
-disagreed with her that night and it harmed her.  She had a
-fainting fit that lasted till dawn."
-
-This one, I thought, knows nothing about the incident with the
-piano and the poison or doesn't want to make me think she does.
-Afterwards I said in a loud voice:
-
-"So she died of food poisoning?"
-
-"Yes, sir.  I warned her not to eat those shellfish, but she took
-no notice of me."
-
-"Shellfish, eh?" I said incredulously.  "I know what really
-happened."
-
-"Don't you believe me?"
-
-"Yes.  Yes," I replied, pretending to believe her.  "And what
-about the Count, her husband, the one who pulled the dagger on
-her while she was playing the piano?"
-
-The woman looked at me for a moment and then laughed in my face.
-
-"You're laughing, are you?  Don't you think I know what took place?
-You don't want to tell me what really happened.  There'd be grounds
-for a criminal prosecution if you did."
-
-"But you mentioned a count and a countess."
-
-"Was not this dog's mistress the Countess wronged by the butler
-Mudarra?"
-
-The woman burst out laughing again so uproariously that I muttered
-to myself distractedly:  She must be Mudarra's accomplice and
-naturally she'll hide as much as she can.
-
-"You're mad," the unknown woman added.
-
-"Lunatic, lunatic.  I'm suffocated.  Oh!  My God!"
-
-"I know everything.  Come now.  Don't hide it from me.  Tell me
-what the Countess died of."
-
-"For crying out loud, what countess?" exclaimed the woman, laughing
-even more loudly.
-
-"Don't think you fool me with your laughter!" I replied.  "The
-Countess was either poisoned or murdered.  There's no doubt about it
-in my mind."
-
-At this juncture the tram arrived at Pozas and I had reached the end
-of my journey.  We all got off.  The English woman gave me a look
-indicative of her elation at finding herself free of me and each of
-us went in our several directions.  I followed the woman with the dog,
-plying her with questions, until she reached her home still laughing
-at my determination to know better about other people's lives.  Once
-alone in the street, I remembered the object of my journey and set off
-to visit the house where I was due to hand over those books.  I gave
-them to the person who had asked for them in order to read them, and
-I started to walk up and down opposite Buen Suceso, waiting for the
-tram to reappear so I could then return to the opposite end of Madrid
-again.
-
-I waited a long time and finally, just as it was getting dark, the
-tram prepared to leave.
-
-I got on and the first thing I saw was the English lady sitting where
-she had sat before.  When she saw me get on and sit down next to her,
-the expression on her face beggared description.  She went as red as a
-beetroot and exclaimed:
-
-"Oh!  You again.  I complain to driver--you are for high jump this time."
-
-I was so preoccupied with my own emotions that, without paying attention
-to what the English lady was saying in her laborious utterances, I
-answered her thus:
-
-"Madam, there is no doubt that the Countess was either poisoned or
-killed.  You have no idea of that man's ferocity."
-
-The tram continued on its way and every now and then stopped to take on
-passengers.  Near the royal palace three got on, occupying seats opposite
-me.  One of them was a tall, thin and bony man with very stern eyes and a
-bell-like voice that imposed respect.
-
-They hadn't been on ten minutes when this man turned to the others and
-said:
-
-"Poor thing!  How she cried out in her dying moments!  The bullet went in
-above her right shoulder-blade and penetrated down to her heart."
-
-"What?" I exclaimed all of a sudden.  "She died of a shot and not a stab
-wound?"
-
-The three of them looked at me in amazement.
-
-"Of a shot, sir, yes," the tall, thin and bony one said with a certain
-amount of surliness.
-
-"And that woman maintained she had died of food poisoning," I said, more
-interested in this affair by the minute.  "Tell me how it came about."
-
-"And what concern is it of yours?" said the other with an offhand gesture.
-
-"I'm very interested indeed to know the end of this horrific tragedy.
-Does it not seem to be straight from the pages of a novel?"
-
-"Where do novels and dead people come into it?  Either you're mad or
-you're trying to make fun of us."
-
-"Young man, be careful what you joke about," added the tall and thin one.
-
-"Don't you think I know what happened?  I know it all from start to
-finish.  I witnessed all the various scenes of this horrendous crime.
-But you're saying that the Countess died of a pistol shot."
-
-"Good God.  We weren't talking about a Countess, but about my female dog
-that we inadvertently shot while out hunting.  If you want to make a joke
-of it, meet me outside and I'll answer you as you deserve."
-
-"I see where you're coming from.  Now you're determined to keep the truth
-hidden," I said, thinking that these men wanted to lead me astray in my
-inquiries, transforming that unfortunate lady into a female dog.
-
-One of my interlocutors was doubtless preparing his answer, more physical
-than the case required, when the English woman put her finger to her
-temple as if to indicate to them that my head did not function properly.
-They calmed down at this and spoke not a single word more for the whole
-of their journey, which finished for them at the Puerta del Sol.  No
-doubt they had been afraid of me.
-
-I was so fixated on the idea that a crime had been committed that it was
-in vain that I tried to calm down as I reasoned out the threads of such
-a complicated question.  But each time I did so my confusion grew and the
-image of the poor lady refused to leave me.  In all the countenances that
-succeeded one another inside the tram, I thought I might see something
-that would contribute to an explanation of the enigma.  I felt a frightful
-overheating of my brain and no doubt this inner disturbance was reflected
-in my face as everyone looked at me as at something that you don't see
-every day.
-
-VII
-
-There was yet another incident which would turn my head during that
-fateful journey.  On passing through the Calle de Alcalá a man got
-on with his wife.  He sat down next to me.  He was a man who seemed
-affected by some strong and recent emotion and I could even believe
-that, from time to time, he raised his handkerchief to his eyes to
-wipe away invisible tears which were no doubt being shed behind the
-dark green lenses of his unusual spectacles.  After a short time he
-said in a low voice to the person I took to be his wife:
-
-"They suspect that she was poisoned, there's no doubt about it.  Don
-Mateo's just told me.  Poor woman!"
-
-"How terrible!  That's what I thought too," answered his wife.
-
-"What else can you expect from such savages?"
-
-"I won't leave a stone unturned till I get to the bottom of this
-business."
-
-I, who was all ears, also said in a low voice:  "Yes, sir, she was
-poisoned.  There's proof of it."
-
-"What?  You know?  Did you know her too?" said the man with the
-green specs, turning towards me.
-
-"Yes, sir.  And I do not doubt that her death was a violent one, no
-matter how hard they try to make us believe it was food poisoning."
-
-"I'm of the same opinion.  What an excellent woman!  But how do you
-know all this for a fact?"
-
-"I know, I know," I replied, extremely pleased that this man at least
-did not think I was mad.
-
-"You'll make a declaration to the court then, for the judge has
-already started to sum up."
-
-"I'll be happy just to see these rascals get what's coming to them.
-I'll make that declaration, yes, I will, sir."
-
-My moral blindness had reached such a point that I ended up completely
-taken in by this event half dreamed, half read about, and believed it
-as I now believe I'm writing with a pen.
-
-"Indeed I will, sir, for it is necessary to clear up this mystery so
-that the perpetrators of this crime can be punished.  I will declare
-that she was poisoned by a cup of tea, the same as the young man."
-
-"Did you hear that, Petronila?" said the bespectacled man to his wife.
-"By a cup of tea."
-
-"Yes, it surprises me," the lady answered.  "What terrible things
-those monsters were capable of!"
-
-"It's true, sir.  With a cup of tea.  The Countess was playing the
-piano."
-
-"What countess?" the man asked, interrupting me.  "The countess.  The
-woman who was poisoned."
-
-"The woman in question was no countess."
-
-"Come off it.  You too are one of those determined to hide the facts
-in this case."
-
-"This was no countess or duchess, but simply the woman who did my
-laundry for me, the wife of the pointsman at Madrid North station."
-
-"A laundress, eh?" I said roguishly.  "You won't make me swallow that
-one."
-
-The man and his wife looked at me quizzically and muttered some words
-to each other.  From a gesture that I saw the woman make I understood
-that she had formed the deep conviction I was drunk.  I opted not
-to argue and said nothing, content to despise such an irreverent
-supposition in silence as befits great souls.  My anxiety knew no
-bounds.  The Countess was not absent for a moment from my thoughts
-and she had started to interest me by reason of her sinister end as
-if all that had not been a morbid expression of my own impulse to
-fantasize, forged by successive visions and conversations.  Finally,
-to understand to what extreme my madness carried me, I am going to
-relate the ultimate occurrence on this journey of mine.  I shall say
-with what extravagance I put an end to the painful combat of my
-understanding caught in a battle with an army of shadows.
-
-The tram was entering the calle de Serrano when I chanced to look
-through the window opposite where I was sitting into the street,
-weakly lit by street lights, and I saw a man go by.  I shouted with
-surprise and foolishly exclaimed the following:
-
-"There he goes.  It's him, Mudarra, the principal author of so many
-crimes."
-
-I ordered the tram to stop and alighted or rather jumped through the
-door, colliding with the feet and legs of the passengers.  I
-descended to the street and ran after that man, shouting:
-
-"Stop him!  Stop him!  Murderer!"
-
-You can imagine what the effect of these words would have been in
-such a tranquil neighbourhood.  The man in question, the same one I
-had seen in the tram that afternoon, was arrested.  I, for my part,
-did not stop shouting:
-
-"He's the one who prepared the poison for the Countess, the one who
-murdered the Countess."
-
-There was a moment of indescribable confusion.  He affirmed that I
-was mad, but we were both placed in police custody.  Afterwards I
-lost all notion of what was happening around me.  I do not remember
-what I did that night in the place where they locked me up.  The
-most vivid recollection that I have of such a strange event was to
-have awoken from the deep sleep I fell into, a veritable drunken
-stupor morally produced, I know not how, by one of the passing
-phenomena of alienation that science now studies with great care
-as one of the heralds of madness.
-
-As you can surmise the event did not have consequences because the
-unsympathetic person I baptized with the name of Mudarra was an
-honourable grocer who had never in his life poisoned any countess.
-But for a long time afterwards I persisted in my self-deception
-and was wont to exclaim:  "Poor countess.  Whatever they say, I'll
-stick to my guns.  No-one will persuade me that you did not end
-your days at the hand of your irate husband."
-
-Months needed to pass for the shadows to return to the unknown place
-from whence they had come forth driving me mad and for reality to
-gain the ascendance in my head.  I always laugh when I remember that
-journey and all the consideration I had lavished beforehand on my
-dreamed-of victim I now devoted to--who do you think?--my travelling
-companion on that anguished expedition, the irascible English woman,
-whose foot I dislocated when I hastily left the tram to run after the
-alleged butler.
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