MARIE-HENRI BEYLE
[DE STENDHAL]
THE CHARTERHOUSE
OF PARMA
Translated from the French by
C. K. SCOTT MONCRIEFF
VOLUME ONE
BONI & LIVERIGHT
NEW YORK MCMXXV
The Works of Stendhal
I
THE CHARTERHOUSE
OF PARMA
VOLUME TWO
CONTENTS
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
APPENDIX
FRAGMENT I—BIRAGUE'S NARRATIVE
FRAGMENT II—CONTE ZORAFI, THE PRINCE'S "PRESS"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
While Fabrizio was in pursuit of love, in a village near Parma, theFiscal General Rassi, who did not know that he was so near, continued totreat his case as though he had been a Liberal: he pretended to beunable to find—or, rather, he intimidated—the witnesses for thedefence; and finally, after the most ingenious operations, carried onfor nearly a year, and about two months after Fabrizio's final return toBologna, on a certain Friday, the Marchesa Raversi, mad with joy,announced publicly in her drawing-room that next day the sentence whichhad just been pronounced, in the last hour, on young del Dongo would bepresented to the Prince for his signature and approved by him. A fewminutes later the Duchessa was informed of this utterance by her enemy.
"The Conte must be extremely ill served by his agents!" she said toherself; "only this morning he thought that the sentence could not bepassed for another week. Perhaps he would not be sorry to see my youngGrand Vicar kept out of Parma; but," she added, breaking into song, "weshall see him come again; and one day he will be our Archbishop." TheDuchessa rang:
"Collect all the servants in the waiting-room," she told her footman,"including the kitchen staff; go to the town commandant and get thenecessary permit to procure four post horses, and have those horsesharnessed to my landau within half an hour." All the women of thehousehold were set to work packing trunks: the Duchessa hastily chose atravelling dress, all without sending any word to the Conte; the idea ofplaying a little joke on him sent her into a transport of joy.
"My friends," she said to the assembled servants, "I learn that my poornephew is to be condemned in his absence for having had the