第52章

类别:其他 作者:William Dean Howells字数:4586更新时间:18/12/22 09:09:46
TheMarchesescapedfromthepresent,whentheyenteredthecathedral,aswhollyasiftheyhadtakenholdofthehornsofthealtar,thoughtheywerefarfromliterallydoingthisinaninteriorsograndiose。ThereareafewrococochurchesinItaly,andperhapsmoreinSpain,whichapproachtheperfectionachievedbytheWurzburgcathedralinthebaroquestyle。Foronceoneseeswhatthatstylecandoinarchitectureandsculpture,andwhateveronemaysayofthedetails,onecannotdenythatthereisaprodigiouslyeffectivekeepinginitall。Thisinteriorcametogether,asthedecoratorssay,withaharmonythatthetravellershadfeltnowhereintheirearlierexperienceoftherococo。Itwas,unimpeachablyperfectinitsway,“Just。”Marchmurmuredtohiswife,“asthesocialandpoliticalandscientificschemeoftheeighteenthcenturywasperfectedincertaintimesandplaces。ButtheoddthingistofindtheapotheosisoftherococoawayuphereinGermany。Iwonderhowmuchtheprince-bishopsreallylikedit。Buttheyhadbecomerococo,too!Lookatthatrowoftheirstatuesonbothsidesofthenave!Whatmagnificentswell!HowtheyabashthispoorplainChrist,here;hewouldliketogetbehindthepillar;heknowsthathecouldneverlendhimselftothebaroquestyle。Itexpressestheeighteenthcentury,though。Buthowyoulongforsomelittlehintofthethirteenth,oreventhenineteenth。” “Idon’t。”shewhisperedback。“I’mperfectlywildwithWurzburg。 Iliketohaveathinggoasfarasitcan。AtNurembergIwantedalltheGothicIcouldget,andinWurzburgIwantallthebaroqueIcanget。 Iamconsistent。” Shekeptonpraisingherselftohisdisadvantage,aswomendo,allthewaytotheNeumunsterChurch,wheretheyweregoingtoreverethetombofWaltheryonderVogelweide,notsomuchforhisownsakeasforLongfellow’s。Theolderpoetliesburiedwithin,buthismonumentisoutsidethechurch,perhapsforthegreaterconvenienceofthesparrows,whichnowrepresentthebirdsheloved。Thecenotaphissurmountedbyabroadvase,andaroundthisarethicklyperchedtheeffigiesoftheMeistersinger’sfeatheredfriends,fromwhomthecanonsofthechurch,asMrs。MarchreadaloudfromherBaedeker,longagodirectedhisbequesttothemselves。Inrevengefortheirlawlessgreedthedefraudedbeneficiarieschoosetoburlesquetheaffairbylookinglikethefour- and-twentyblackbirdswhenthepiewasopened。 SheconsentedtogoforamomenttotheGothicMarienkapellewithherhusbandintherevivalofhismediaevaltaste,andshewasrewardedamidstitsthirteenth-centurysinceritybyhisrecantation。“Youareright!BaroqueisthethingforWurzburg;onecan’tenjoyGothichereanymorethanonecouldenjoybaroqueinNuremberg。” Reconciledintherococo,theynowcalledacarriage,andwenttovisitthepalaceoftheprince-bishopswhohadsowellknownhowtomaketheheavenlytaketheimageandsuperscriptionoftheworldly;andtheywerejointlyindignanttofinditshutagainstthepublicinpreparationfortheimperialitiesandroyaltiescoiningtooccupyit。Theywereintimeforthenoonguard-mounting,however,andMrs。MarchsaidthatthewaytheretiringsquadkickedtheirlegsoutinthehighmartialstepoftheGermansoldierswasaperfectexpressionoftheinsolentmilitarismoftheirempire,andwasofitselfenoughtomakeonethankHeaventhatonewasanAmericanandarepublican。Shesoftenedalittletowardtheirsystemwhenitprovedthatthegardenofthepalacewasstillopen,andyetmorewhenshesankdownuponabenchbetweentwomarblegroupsrepresentingtheRapeofProserpineandtheRapeofEuropa。Theystoodeachinagravelledplot,thicklyoverrunbyagrowthofivy,andthevineclimbedthewhitenakedlimbsofthenymphs,whowerepresentonapretenceofgatheringflowers,butreallytoposeatthespectators,andcladthemtothewaistandshoulderswithaneffectofmodestynevermeantbythesculptor,butnotdispleasing。Therewasanoldfountainnear,itsstonerimandcentreofrock-workgreenwithimmemorialmould,anditsbasinquiveringbetweenitswater-plantsunderthesoftfallofspray。Atawaftoffitfulbreezesomeleavesofearlyautumnfellfromthetreesoverheadupontheelderlypairwheretheysat,andalittlecompanyofsparrowscameandhoppedabouttheirfeet。Thoughthesquarewithoutwassoallastirwithfestiveexpectation,therewerefewpeopleinthegarden;threeorfourpeasantwomenindenselyflutedwhiteskirtsandredapronsandshawlswanderedbyandstaredattheEuropaandattheProserpine。 Itwasapreciousmomentinwhichthecharmofthecity’spastseemedtoculminate,andtheywereloathtobreakitbyspeech。 “Whydidn’twehavesomethinglikeallthisonourfirstweddingjourney?”shesighedatlast。“TothinkofourbatteningfromBostontoNiagaraandback!AndhowhardwetriedtomakesomethingofRochesterandBuffalo,ofMontrealandQuebec!” “Niagarawasn’tsobad。”hesaid,“andIwillnevergobackonQuebec。” “Ah,butifwecouldhavehadHamburgandLeipsic,andCarlsbadandNuremberg,andAnsbachandWurzburg!Perhapsthisismeantasacompensationforourlostyouth。ButIcan’tenjoyitasIcouldwhenI wasyoung。It’swastedonmysereandyellowleaf。IwishBurnamyandMissTriscoewerehere;Ishouldliketotrythisgardenonthem。” “Theywouldn’tcareforit。”hereplied,anduponadaringimpulseheadded,“KenbyandMrs。Addingmight。”Ifshetookthissuggestioningoodpart,hecouldtellherthatKenbywasinWurzburg。 “Don’tspeakofthem!They’reinjustthatbesottedearlymiddle-agewhenlifehassettledintoaself-satisfiedpresent,withnopastandnofuture;themostphilistine,themostbourgeois,momentofexistence。 Betterbeelderlyatonce,asfarasappreciationofallthisgoes。” Sheroseandputherhandonhisarm,andpushedhimawayintheimpulsivefashionofheryouth,acrossalleysofoldtreestowardabalustradedterraceinthebackgroundwhichhadtemptedher。 “Itisn’tsobad,beingelderly。”hesaid。“Bythattimewehaveaccumulatedenoughpasttositdownandreallyenjoyitsassociations。 Wehavegotallsortsofperspectivesandpointsofview。Weknow? whereweareat。” “Idon’tmindbeingelderly。Theworld’sjustasamusingasever,andlotsofdisagreeablethingshavedroppedout。It’sthegettingmorethanelderly;it’sthegettingold;andthen——“ Theyshrankalittleclosertogether,andwalkedoninsilencetillhesaid,“Perhapsthere’ssomethingelse,somethingbetter——somewhere。” Theyhadreachedthebalustradedterrace,andwerepausingforpleasureinthegardentopsbelow,withthefloweryspaces,andthestatuedfountainsallcomingtogether。Sheputherhandononeofthefatlittleurchin-groupsonthestonecoping。“Idon’twantcherubs,whenIcanhavetheseputti。Andthoseoldprince-bishopsdidn’t,either!” Idon’tsupposetheykeptaNewEnglandconscience。”hesaid,withavaguesmile。“Itwouldbedifficultinthepresenceoftherococo。” TheyleftthegardenthroughthebeautifulgatewhichtheoldcourtironsmithOegghammeredoutinlovelyformsofleavesandflowers,andshapedlaterallyupward,aslightlyasifwithawaftofhishand,ingraciousLouisQuinzecurves;andtheylookedbackatitinthekindofdespairwhichanyperfectioninspires。Theysaidhowfeminineitwas,howexotic,howexpressiveofaluxuriousidealoflifewhicharthadpurifiedandlefteternallycharming。TheyrememberedtheirRuskinianyouth,andtheconfidencewithwhichtheywouldoncehavecondemnedit; andtheyhadasenseofrecreanceinnowadmiringit;buttheycertainlyadmiredit,anditremainedforthemthesupremeexpressionofthattime- soul,mundane,courtly,aristocratic,flattering,whichonceinfluencedtheartofthewholeworld,andwhichhadheresocuriouslyfounditsapotheosisinacityremotefromitsnativeplaceandunderarulesacerdotallyvowedtoausterity。Thevastsuperbpalaceoftheprincebishops,whichwasnowtohouseawholetroopofsovereigns,imperial,royal,grandducalandducal,swelledaloftinsuperbamplitude;butitdidnotrealizetheirhistoricpridesoeffectivelyasthisexquisiteworkofthecourtironsmith。ItrelateditselfinitsaerialbeautytothatoftheTiepolofrescoeswhichthetravellersknewwereswimmingandsoaringontheceilingswithin,andfromwhichitseemedtoaccenttheirexclusionwithadelicateirony,Marchsaid。“Oriron-mongery。”hecorrectedhimselfuponreflection。 HehadforgottenKenbyintheseaestheticinterests,butherememberedhimagainwhenhecalledacarriage,andordereditdriventotheirhotel。ItwasthehouroftheGermanmid-daytabled’hote,andtheywouldbesuretomeethimthere。ThequestionnowwashowMarchshouldownhispresenceintimetopreventhiswifefromshowingherignoranceofittoKenbyhimself,andhewasstillturningthequestionhopelesslyoverinhismindwhenthesightofthehotelseemedtoremindherofafactwhichsheannounced。 “Now,mydear,Iamtiredtodeath,andIamnotgoingtositthroughalongtabled’hote。Iwantyoutosendmeupasimplebeefsteakandacupofteatoourrooms;andIdon’twantyoutocomenearforhours;becauseIintendtotakeawholeafternoonnap。Youcankeepallthemapsandplans,andguides,andyouhadbettergoandseewhattheVolksfestislike;itwillgiveyousomenotionofthepartthepeoplearereallytakinginallthisofficialcelebration,andyouknowIdon’tcare。 Don’tcomeupafterdinnertoseehowIamgettingalong;Ishallgetalong;andifyoushouldhappentowakemeafterIhaddroppedoff——“ Kenbyhadseenthemarrivefromwherehesatatthereading-roomwindow,waitingforthedinnerhour,andhadmeanttorushoutandgreetMrs。 Marchastheypassedupthecorridor。Butshelookedsotiredthathehaddecidedtosparehertillshecamedowntodinner;andashesatwithMarchattheirsoup,heaskedifshewerenotwell。 Marchexplained,andheprovisionallyinventedsomeregretsfromherthatsheshouldnotseeKenbytillsupper。 KenbyorderedabottleofoneofthefamousWurzburgwinesfortheirmutualconsolationinherabsence,andinthefriendlinesswhichitspromotedtheyagreedtospendtheafternoontogether。Nomanissoinveterateahusbandasnottotakekindlyanoccasionalreleasetobachelorcompanionship,andbeforethedinnerwasovertheyagreedthattheywouldgototheVolksfest,andgetsomenotionofthepopularlifeandamusementsofWurzburg,whichwasoneofthefewplaceswhereKenbyhadneverbeenbefore;andtheyagreedthattheywouldwalk。