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作者:温暖寒冬      更新:2024-04-09 19:50      字数:9223
  encircling a picture of a stone…pit。
  The   carts;   of   course;   were   not   to   enter   the   Chase。   Every   one
  must get down at the lodges; and the vehicles must be sent back。
  “Why; the Chase is like a fair a’ready;” said Mrs。 Poyser; as she
  got  down   from   the   cart;   and   saw  the   groups   scattered   under   the
  great   oaks;   and   the   boys   running   about   in   the   hot   sunshine   to
  survey  the   tall   poles  surmounted   by  the   fluttering   garments   that
  were     to  be   the   prize   of  the   successful     climbers。    “I  should     ha’
  thought there wasna so many people i’ the two parishes。 Mercy on
  us! How hot it is out o’ the shade! Come here; Totty; else your little
  face    ’ull  be   burnt    to  a  scratchin’!    They     might    ha’   cooked     the
  dinners   i’   that   open   space   an’   saved   the   fires。   I   shall   go   to   Mrs。
  Best’s room an’ sit down。”
  “Stop   a   bit;   stop   a   bit;”   said   Mr。   Poyser。   “There’s   th’   waggin
  coming  wi’   th’   old   folks   in’t;   it’ll   be   such  a   sight   as   wonna   come
  o’er   again;   to   see   ’em   get   down   an’   walk   along   all   together。   You
  remember some on ’em i’ their prime; eh; Father?”
  “Aye; aye;” said old Martin; walking slowly under the shade of
  the lodge porch; from which he could see the aged party descend。
  “I    remember       Jacob     Taft   walking      fifty  mile    after   the   Scotch
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  raybels; when they turned back from Stoniton。”
  He felt himself quite a youngster; with a long life before him; as
  he saw the Hayslope patriarch; old Feyther Taft; descend from the
  waggon and walk towards him; in his brown nightcap; and leaning
  on his two sticks。
  “Well; Mester Taft;” shouted old Martin; at the utmost stretch of
  his   voice—for   though   he   knew   the   old   man   was   stone   deaf;   he
  could not omit the propriety of a greeting—“you’re hearty yet。 You
  can enjoy yoursen to…day; for…all you’re ninety an’ better。”
  “Your   sarvant;   mesters;   your   sarvant;”   said   Feyther   Taft   in   a
  treble tone; perceiving that he was in company。
  The   aged   group;   under  care   of   sons   or   daughters;   themselves
  worn   and   grey;   passed   on   along   the   least…winding   carriage…road
  towards the house; where a special table was   prepared   for  them;
  while   the   Poyser   party   wisely   struck   across   the   grass   under   the
  shade   of   the   great   trees;   but   not   out   of   view   of   the   house…front;
  with   its   sloping   lawn   and    flower…beds;      or  of  the  pretty    striped
  marquee at the edge of the lawn; standing at right angles with two
  larger marquees on each side of the open green space where   the
  games were to be played。 The house would have been nothing but
  a plain square mansion of Queen Anne’s time; but for the remnant
  of   an   old   abbey   to   which   it   was   united   at   one   end;   in   much   the
  same way as one may sometimes see a new farmhouse rising high
  and prim at the end of older and lower farm…offices。 The fine old
  remnant   stood       a   little   backward   and    under   the    shadow     of  tall
  beeches;   but   the   sun   was   now   on   the   taller   and   more   advanced
  front;   the   blinds  were   all   down;   and   the   house   seemed   asleep   in
  the hot midday。 It made Hetty quite sad to look at it: Arthur must
  be somewhere in the back rooms; with the grand company; where
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  he could not possibly know that she was come; and she should not
  see him for a long; long while—not till after dinner; when they said
  he was to come up and make a speech。
  But    Hetty    was   wrong     in   part   of  her   conjecture。     No   grand
  company was come except the Irwines; for whom the carriage had
  been   sent   early;   and   Arthur   was   at   that   moment   not   in   a   back
  room; but walking with the rector into the broad stone cloisters of
  the old abbey; where the long tables were   laid   for all   the   cottage
  tenants and the farm…servants。 A very handsome young Briton he
  looked     to…day;   in   high   spirits  and    a  bright…blue     frock…coat;    the
  highest mode—his arm no longer in a sling。 So open…looking and
  candid; too; but candid people have their secrets; and secrets leave
  no lines in young faces。
  “Upon my word;” he said; as they entered the cool cloisters; “I
  think    the   cottagers    have    the  best   of  it:  these   cloisters   make    a
  delightful   dining…room   on   a   hot   day。   That   was   capital   advice   of
  yours;   Irwine;   about   the   dinners—to   let   them   be   as   orderly   and
  comfortable   as   possible;   and   only   for   the   tenants:   especially   as   I
  had only a limited sum after all; for though my grandfather talked
  of a carte blanche; he couldn’t make up his mind to trust me; when
  it came to the point。”
  “Never mind; you’ll give more pleasure in this quiet way;” said
  Mr。     Irwine。     “In    this   sort   of   thing     people     are    constantly
  confounding liberality with riot and disorder。 It sounds very grand
  to   say   that   so   many   sheep    and    oxen   were    roasted    whole;    and
  everybody       ate  who    liked   to  come;    but   in   the  end    it  generally
  happens that no one has had an enjoyable meal。 If the people get a
  good   dinner  and a   moderate   quantity  of  ale   in   the   middle   of   the
  day; they’ll be able to enjoy the games as the day cools。 You can’t
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  hinder some of them from getting too much towards evening; but
  drunkenness   and   darkness   go   better   together   than   drunkenness
  and daylight。”
  “Well;     I  hope     there    won’t    be   much      of  it。  I’ve   kept    the
  Treddleston people away by having a feast for them in the   town;
  and I’ve got Casson and Adam Bede and some other good fellows
  to   look   to   the   giving   out   of   ale   in   the   booths;   and   to   take   care
  things don’t go too far。 Come; let us go up above now and see the
  dinner…tables for the large tenants。”
  They   went   up   the   stone   staircase   leading   simply   to   the   long
  gallery above the cloisters; a gallery where all the dusty worthless
  old   pictures   had   been   banished   for   the   last   three   generations—
  mouldy portraits of Queen Elizabeth and her ladies; General Monk
  with his eye knocked out; Daniel very much in the dark among the
  lions; and Julius Caesar on horseback; with a high nose and laurel
  crown; holding his Commentaries in his hand。
  “What a capital thing it is that they saved this piece of the old
  abbey!”   said   Arthur。   “If   I’m   ever   master   here;   I   shall   do   up   the
  gallery in first…rate style。 We’ve got no room in the house a third as
  large    as  this。   That   second     table   is  for  the   farmers’    wives    and
  children:     Mrs。    Best   said   it   would   be  more    comfortable       for  the
  mothers   and   children   to   be   by   themselves。   I   was   determined   to
  have the children; and make a regular family thing of it。 I shall be
  ’the old squire’ to those little lads and lasses some day; and they’ll
  tell their children what a much finer young fellow I was than my
  own   son。   There’s   a   table   for   the   women   and   children   below   as
  well。   But   you   will   see   them   all—you   will   come   up   with   me   after
  dinner; I hope?”
  “Yes; to be sure;” said Mr。 Irwine。 “I wouldn’t miss your maiden
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  speech to the tenantry。”
  “And     there   will  be   something      else   you’ll  like  to  hear;”    said
  Arthur。 “Let us go into the library and I’ll tell you all about it while
  my grandfather is in the drawing…room with the ladies。 Something
  that    will  surprise    you;”    he   continued;     as  they   sat   down。    “My
  grandfather has come round after all。”
  “What; about Adam?”