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类别:其他 作者:William Dean Howells字数:4215更新时间:18/12/22 09:09:46
ThisseemedtoMrs。Marchsofarfrombadthatshesaid:“That’sveryniceofhim。Thenhe’ssatisfiedwith——withyourhelp?I’mgladofthat。” “Thankyou。He’smettheTriscoes,andhethoughtitwouldbepleasanttoyouiftheywent,too。” “Oh,certainly。” “Hethought。”Burnamywenton,withtheairoffeelinghisway,“thatwemightallgototheopera,andthen——thengoforalittlesupperafterwardsatSchwarzkopf’s。” HenamedtheonlyplaceinCarlsbadwhereyoncansupsolateasteno’clock;astheoperabeginsatsix,andisoverathalfpasteight,nonebutthewildestroisterersfrequenttheplace。 “Oh!”saidMrs。March。“Idon’tknowhowalatesupperwouldagreewithmyhusband’scure。Ishouldhavetoaskhim。” “Wecouldmakeitveryhygienic。”Burnamyexplained。 InrepeatinghisinvitationsheblamedBurnamy’suncandorsomuchthatMarchtookhispart,asperhapssheintended,andsaid,“Oh,nonsense。” andthatheshouldliketogoinforthewholething;andGeneralTriscoeacceptedaspromptlyforhimselfandhisdaughter。Thatmadesixpeople,Burnamycountedup,andhefeignedadecentregretthattherewasnotroomforMrs。Addingandherson;hewouldhavelikedtoaskthem。 Mrs。Marchdidnotenjoyitsomuchascomingwithherhusbandalonewhentheytooktwoflorinseatsintheorchestraforthecomedy。Thecomedyalwaysbeganhalfanhourearlierthantheopera,andtheyhadafive- o’clocksupperattheTheatre-Caf?beforetheywent,andtheygottosleepbynineo’clock;nowtheywouldbeuptillhalfpasttenatleast,andthatorgyatSchwarzkopf’smightnotbeatallgoodforhim。Butstillshelikedbeingthere;andMissTriscoemadehertakethebestseat;BurnamyandStollermadetheoldermentaketheotherseatsbesidetheladies,whiletheysatbehind,orstoodup,whenthey,wishedtosee,aspeopledointhebackofabox。Stollerwasnotmuchateaseineveningdress,butheborehimselfwithadignitywhichwasnotperhapssogloomyasitlooked;Mrs。Marchthoughthimhandsomeinhisway,andrequiredMissTriscoetoadmirehim。AsforBurnamy’sbeautyitwasnotnecessarytoinsistuponthat;hehadthedistinctionofslenderyouth; andshelikedtothinkthatnoHighhotetherewasofamorepatricianpresencethanthisyetunprintedcontributorto’EveryOtherWeek’。 HeandStollerseemedonperfectterms;orelseinhisjoyhewasabletohidetheuneasinesswhichshehadfanciedinhimfromthefirsttimeshesawthemtogether,andwhichhadneverbeenquiteabsentfromhismannerinStoller’spresence。Herhusbandalwaysdeniedthatitexisted,orifitdidthatitwasanythingbutBurnamy’sefforttogetoncommongroundwithaninferiorwhomfortunehadputoverhim。 TheyoungfellowtalkedwithStoller,andtriedtobringhimintotherangeofthegeneralconversation。Heleanedovertheladies,fromtimetotime,andpointedoutthenotableswhomhesawinthehouse;shewasglad,forhissake,thathedidnotleanlessoverherthanoverMissTriscoe。Heexplainedcertainmilitaryfiguresintheboxesopposite,andcertainladiesofrankwhodidnotlooktheirrank;MissTriscoe,toMrs。March’sthinking,lookedtheirunitedranks,andmore;herdresswasverysimple,butofatouchwhichsaveditfrombeinginsipidlygirlish; herbeautywasdazzling。 “Doyouseethatoldfellowinthecornerchairjustbehindtheorchestra?”askedBurnamy。“He’sninety-sixyearsold,andhecomestothetheatreeverynight,andfallsasleepassoonasthecurtainrises,andsleepsthroughtilltheendoftheact。” “Howdear!”saidthegirl,leaningforwardtofixthenonagenarianwithherglasses,whilemanyotherglassesconvergeduponher。“Oh,wouldn’tyouliketoknowhim,Mr。March?” “Ishouldconsideritaliberaleducation。TheyhavebroughtthesethingstoaperfectsysteminEurope。Thereisnothingtomakelifepasssmoothlylikeinflexibleconstancytoanentirelysimplecustom。Mydear。”headdedtohiswife,“Iwishwe’dseenthissagebefore。He’dhavehelpedusthroughagoodmanyhoursofunintelligiblecomedy。I’malwayscomingasBurnamy’sguest,afterthis。” Theyoungfellowswelledwithpleasureinhistriumph,andcastinganeyeaboutthetheatretocapit,hecaughtsightofthatotherpotentate。 Hewhisperedjoyfully,“Ah!We’vegottwokingshereto-night。”andheindicatedinaboxoftheirtierjustacrossfromthatwheretheKingofServiasat,thewell-knownfaceoftheKingofNewYork。 “Heisn’tbad-looking。”saidMarch,handinghisglasstoGeneralTriscoe。 “I’venotseenmanykingsinexile;amatterofafewCarlistprincesandex-sovereigndukes,andthegoodHenryV。ofFrance,once,whenIwasstayingamonthinVenice;butIdon’tthinktheyanyofthemlookedthepartbetter。Isupposehehashisdreamofrecurringpowerliketherest。” “Dream!“saidGeneralTriscoewiththeglassathiseyes。“He’sdeadsureofit。” “Oh,youdon’treallymeanthat!” “Idon’tknowwhyIshouldhavechangedmymind。” “Thenit’sasifwewereinthepresenceofCharlesII。justbeforehewascalledbacktoEngland,orNapoleoninthelastmomentsofElba。 It’sbetterthanthat。Thethingisalmostunique;it’sanewsituationinhistory。Here’sasovereignwhohasnorecognizedfunction,nolegalstatus,noobjectiveexistence。Hehasnosortofpublicbeing,exceptintheaffectionofhissubjects。Ittookanupheavallittleshortofanearthquaketounseathim。Hisrule,asweunderstandit,wasbadforallclasses;thepoorsufferedmorethantherich;thepeoplehavenowhadthreeyearsofself-government;andyetthiswonderfulmanhassuchaholduponthemassesthatheisgoinghometowinthecauseofoppressionattheheadoftheoppressed。Whenhe’sinpoweragain,hewillbeassubjectiveasever,withthepowerofciviclifeanddeath,andanidolatrousfollowingperfectlyruthlessintheexecutionofhiswill。” “We’veonlybegun。”saidthegeneral。“Thiskindofkingismunicipal,now;buthe’sgoingtobenational。Andthen,good-by,Republic!” “Theonlythinglikeit。”Marchresumed,tooincredulousoftheevilfuturetodenyhimselftheaestheticpleasureoftheparallel,“istheriseoftheMediciinFlorence,buteventheMediciwerenotmeremanipulatorsofpulls;theyhadsomesortofpublicoffice,withsomesortoflegislatedtenureofit。TheKingofNewYorkissovereignbyforceofwillalone,andhewillreigninthevoluntarysubmissionofthemajority。Isournationaldictatortobeofthesamenatureandquality?” “Itwouldbethescientificevolution,wouldn’tit?” Theladieslistenedwiththeperfunctoryattentionwhichwomenpaytoanysortofinquirywhichisnotpersonal。Stollerhadscarcelyspokenyet; henowstartledthemallbydemanding,withasortofvindictiveforce,“Whyshouldn’thehavethepower,ifthey’rewillingtolethim?” “Yes。”saidGeneralTriscoe,withatiltofhisheadtowardsMarch。 “That’swhatwemustaskourselvesmoreandmore。” Marchleanedbackinhischair,andlookedupoverhisshoulderatStoller。“Well,Idon’tknow。Doyouthinkit’squiterightforamantouseanunjustpower,evenifothersarewillingthatheshould?” Stollerstoppedwithanairofbewildermentasifsurprisedonthepointofsayingthathethoughtjustthis。Heaskedinstead,“What’swrongaboutit?” “Well,that’soneofthosethingsthathavetobefelt,Isuppose。Butifamancametoyou,andofferedtobeyourslaveforacertainconsideration——sayacomfortablehouse,andasteadyjob,thatwasn’ttoohard——shouldyoufeelitmorallyrighttoaccepttheoffer?Idon’tsaythinkitright,fortheremightbeakindoflogicforit。” Stollerseemedabouttoanswer;hehesitated;andbeforehehadmadeanyresponse,thecurtainrose。 TherearefewprettierthingsthanCarlsbadbynightfromoneofthemanybridgeswhichspantheTeplinitscoursethroughthetown。Ifitisastarrynight,thetorrentglidesswiftlyawaywithaninvertedfirmamentinitsbosom,towhichthelampsalongitsshoresandinthehousesoneithersidecontributeaplanetarysplendoroftheirown。Bynineo’clockeverythingishushed;notawheelisheardatthatdeadhour; thefewfeetshufflingstealthilythroughtheAlteWiesewhisperacautionofsilencetothoseissuingwithalessguardedtreadfromtheopera;thelittlebowersthatoverhangthestreamareasdarkandmuteastherestaurantsacrossthewaywhichservemealsinthembyday;thewholeplaceisasforsakenasothercitiesatmidnight。Peoplegetquicklyhometobed,oriftheyhaveamindtosnatchabelatedjoy,theyslipintotheTheater-Caf?wherethesleepyFrauleinsservethem,inanexemplarydrowse,withplatesofcoldhamandbottlesofthegentlygaseouswatersofGiesshubl。FewareoftheboldbadnesswhichdelightsinasupperatSchwarzkopf’s,andeventhesearegladofthedrawncurtainswhichhidetheirorgyfromthechancepasser。 TheinvalidsofBurnamy’spartykepttogether,strengtheningthemselvesinamutualpurposenottobetemptedtoeatanythingwhichwasnotstrictly’kurgemass’。Mrs。Marchplayedupontheinterestwhicheachofthemfeltinhisowncasesoartfullythatshekeptthemtalkingoftheircure,andleftBurnamyandMissTriscoetoamomentonthebridge,bywhichtheyprofited,whiletheothersstrolledon,toleanagainsttheparapetandwatchthelightsintheskiesandthewater,andbealonetogether。Thestreamshoneaboveandbelow,andfounditswayoutofandintothedarknessunderthesuccessivebridges;thetownclimbedintothenightwithlamp-litwindowshereandthere,tillthewoodsofthehill- sidesdarkeneddowntomeetit,andfolditinanembracefromwhichsomewhiteedificeshowedpalelyinthefarthestgloom。