书城公版Jezebel's Daughter
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第84章 PART II(30)

CHAPTER XVI

Acting on the doctor's information,the burgomaster issued his order.At eight o'clock in the evening,on the third of January,the remains of Mrs.Wagner were to be removed to the cemetery-building,outside the Friedberg Gate of Frankfort.

Long before the present century,the dread of premature interment--excited by traditions of persons accidentally buried alive--was a widely-spread feeling among the people of Germany.In other cities besides Frankfort,the municipal authorities devised laws,the object of which was to make this frightful catastrophe impossible.In the early part of the present century,these laws were re-enacted and revised by the City of Frankfort.The Deadhouse was attached to the cemetery,with a double purpose.First,to afford a decent resting-place for the corpse,when death occurred among the crowded residences of the poorer class of the population.Secondly,to provide as perfect a safeguard as possible against the chances of premature burial.The use of the Deadhouse (strictly confined to the Christian portion of the inhabitants)was left to the free choice of surviving relatives or representatives--excepting only those cases in which a doctor's certificate justified the magistrate in pronouncing an absolute decision.

Even in the event of valid objections to the Deadhouse as a last resting-place on the way to the grave,the doctor in attendance on the deceased person was subjected to certain restrictions in issuing his certificate.He was allowed to certify the death informally,for the purpose of facilitating the funeral arrangements.But he was absolutely forbidden to give his written authority for the burial,before the expiration of three nights from the time of the death;and he was further bound to certify that the signs of decomposition had actually begun to show themselves.Have these multiplied precautions,patiently applied in many German cities,through a long lapse of years,ever yet detected a case in which Death has failed to complete its unintelligible work?Let the answer be found in the cells of the dead.Pass,with the mourners,through the iron gates--hear and see!

On the evening of the third,as the time approached for the arrival of the hearse,the melancholy stillness in the house was only broken by Mr.

Keller's servants,below-stairs.Collecting together in one room,they talked confidentially,in low voices.An instinctive horror of silence,in moments of domestic distress,is,in all civilized nations,one of the marked characteristics of their class.

"In ten minutes,"said Joseph,"the men from the cemetery will be here to take her away.It will be no easy matter to carry her downstairs on the couch.""Why is she not put in her coffin,like other dead people?"the housemaid asked.

"Because the crazy creature she brought with her from London is allowed to have his own way in the house,"Joseph answered irritably."If I had been brought to the door drunk last night,I should have been sent away this morning.If I had been mad enough to screech out,'She isn't dead;not one of you shall put her in a coffin!'--I should have richly deserved a place in the town asylum,and I should have got my deserts.Nothing of the sort for Master Jack.Mr.Keller only tells him to be quiet,and looks distressed.The doctor takes him away,and speaks to him in another room--and actually comes back converted to Jack's opinion!""You don't mean to tell us,"exclaimed the cook,"that the doctor said she wasn't dead?""Of course not.It was he who first found out that she _was_dead--I only mean that he let Jack have his own way.He asked me for a foot rule,and he measured the little couch in the bedroom.'It's no longer than the coffin'(he says);'and I see no objection to the body being laid on it,till the time comes for the burial.'Those were his own words;and when the nurse objected to it,what do you think he said?--'Hold your tongue!

A couch is a pleasanter thing all the world over than a coffin.'""Blasphemous!"said the cook--"that's what I call it.""Ah,well,well!"the housemaid remarked,"couch or coffin,she looks beautiful,poor soul,in her black velvet robe,with the winter flowers in her pretty white hands.Who got the flowers?Madame Fontaine,do you think?""Bah!Madame Fontaine,indeed!Little Crazybrains went out (instead of eating the good dinner I cooked for him),and got the flowers.He wouldn't let anybody put them into her hands but himself--at least,so the nurse said.Has anybody seen Madame Housekeeper?Was she downstairs at dinner to-day,Joseph?""Not she!You mark my words,"said Joseph,"there's some very serious reason for her keeping her room,on pretense of being ill.""Can you give any guess what it is?"

"You shall judge for yourself,"Joseph answered."Did I tell you what happened yesterday evening,before Jack was brought home by the nurse's brother?I answered a ring at the door-bell--and there was Mr.Fritz in a towering passion,with Miss Minna on his arm looking ready to drop with fatigue.They rang for some wine;and I heard what he said to his father.

It seems that Madame Fontaine had gone out walking in the dark and the cold (and her daughter with her),without rhyme or reason.Mr.Fritz met them,and insisted on taking Miss Minna home.Her mother didn't seem to care what he said or did.She went on walking by herself,as hard as she could lay her feet to the ground.And what do you suppose her excuse was?