第 9 节
作者:花旗      更新:2021-02-18 23:51      字数:9322
  spray。  At a waft of fitful breeze some leaves of early autumn fell from
  the trees overhead upon the elderly pair where they sat; and a little
  company of sparrows came and hopped about their feet。  Though the square
  without was so all astir with festive expectation; there were few people
  in the garden; three or four peasant women in densely fluted white skirts
  and red aprons and shawls wandered by and stared at the Europa and at the
  Proserpine。
  It was a precious moment in which the charm of the city's past seemed to
  culminate; and they were loath to break it by speech。
  〃Why didn't we have something like all this on our first wedding
  journey?〃 she sighed at last。  〃To think of our battening from Boston to
  Niagara and back!  And how hard we tried to make something of Rochester
  and Buffalo; of Montreal and Quebec!〃
  〃Niagara wasn't so bad;〃 he said; 〃and I will never go back on Quebec。〃
  〃Ah; but if we could have had Hamburg and Leipsic; and Carlsbad and
  Nuremberg; and Ansbach and Wurzburg!  Perhaps this is meant as a
  compensation for our lost youth。  But I can't enjoy it as I could when I
  was young。  It's wasted on my sere and yellow leaf。  I wish Burnamy and
  Miss Triscoe were here; I should like to try this garden on them。〃
  〃They wouldn't care for it;〃 he replied; and upon a daring impulse he
  added; 〃Kenby and Mrs。 Adding might。〃  If she took this suggestion in
  good part; he could tell her that Kenby was in Wurzburg。
  〃Don't speak of them!  They're in just that besotted early middle…age
  when life has settled into a self…satisfied present; with no past and no
  future; the most philistine; the most bourgeois; moment of existence。
  Better be elderly at once; as far as appreciation of all this goes。〃
  She rose and put her hand on his arm; and pushed him away in the
  impulsive fashion of her youth; across alleys of old trees toward a
  balustraded terrace in the background which had tempted her。
  〃It isn't so bad; being elderly;〃 he said。  〃By that time we have
  accumulated enough past to sit down and really enjoy its associations。
  We have got all sorts of perspectives and points of view。  We know ?
  where we are at。〃
  〃I don't mind being elderly。  The world's just as amusing as ever; and
  lots of disagreeable things have dropped out。  It's the getting more than
  elderly; it's the getting old; and then〃
  They shrank a little closer together; and walked on in silence till he
  said; 〃Perhaps there's something else; something bettersomewhere。〃
  They had reached the balustraded terrace; and were pausing for pleasure
  in the garden tops below; with the flowery spaces; and the statued
  fountains all coming together。  She put her hand on one of the fat little
  urchin…groups on the stone coping。  〃I don't want cherubs; when I can
  have these putti。  And those old prince…bishops didn't; either!〃
  I don't suppose they kept a New England conscience;〃 he said; with a
  vague smile。  〃It would be difficult in the presence of the rococo。〃
  They left the garden through the beautiful gate which the old court
  ironsmith Oegg hammered out in lovely forms of leaves and flowers; and
  shaped laterally upward; as lightly as if with a waft of his hand; in
  gracious Louis Quinze curves; and they looked back at it in the kind of
  despair which any perfection inspires。  They said how feminine it was;
  how exotic; how expressive of a luxurious ideal of life which art had
  purified and left eternally charming。  They remembered their Ruskinian
  youth; and the confidence with which they would once have condemned it;
  and they had a sense of recreance in now admiring it; but they certainly
  admired it; and it remained for them the supreme expression of that time…
  soul; mundane; courtly; aristocratic; flattering; which once influenced
  the art of the whole world; and which had here so curiously found its
  apotheosis in a city remote from its native place and under a rule
  sacerdotally vowed to austerity。  The vast superb palace of the prince
  bishops; which was now to house a whole troop of sovereigns; imperial;
  royal; grand ducal and ducal; swelled aloft in superb amplitude; but it
  did not realize their historic pride so effectively as this exquisite
  work of the court ironsmith。  It related itself in its aerial beauty to
  that of the Tiepolo frescoes which the travellers knew were swimming and
  soaring on the ceilings within; and from which it seemed to accent their
  exclusion with a delicate irony; March said。  〃Or iron…mongery;〃 he
  corrected himself upon reflection。
  LIV。
  He had forgotten Kenby in these aesthetic interests; but he remembered
  him again when he called a carriage; and ordered it driven to their
  hotel。  It was the hour of the German mid…day table d'hote; and they
  would be sure to meet him there。  The question now was how March should
  own his presence in time to prevent his wife from showing her ignorance
  of it to Kenby himself; and he was still turning the question hopelessly
  over in his mind when the sight of the hotel seemed to remind her of a
  fact which she announced。
  〃Now; my dear; I am tired to death; and I am not going to sit through a
  long table d'hote。  I want you to send me up a simple beefsteak and a cup
  of tea to our rooms; and I don't want you to come near for hours; because
  I intend to take a whole afternoon nap。  You can keep all the maps and
  plans; and guides; and you had better go and see what the Volksfest is
  like; it will give you some notion of the part the people are really
  taking in all this official celebration; and you know I don't care。
  Don't come up after dinner to see how I am getting along; I shall get
  along; and if you should happen to wake me after I had dropped off〃
  Kenby had seen them arrive from where he sat at the reading…room window;
  waiting for the dinner hour; and had meant to rush out and greet Mrs。
  March as they passed up the corridor。  But she looked so tired that he
  had decided to spare her till she came down to dinner; and as he sat with
  March at their soup; he asked if she were not well。
  March explained; and he provisionally invented some regrets from her that
  she should not see Kenby till supper。
  Kenby ordered a bottle of one of the famous Wurzburg wines for their
  mutual consolation in her absence; and in the friendliness which its
  promoted they agreed to spend the afternoon together。  No man is so
  inveterate a husband as not to take kindly an occasional release to
  bachelor companionship; and before the dinner was over they agreed that
  they would go to the Volksfest; and get some notion of the popular life
  and amusements of Wurzburg; which was one of the few places where Kenby
  had never been before; and they agreed that they would walk。
  Their way was partly up the quay of the Main; past a barrack full of
  soldiers。  They met detachments of soldiers everywhere; infantry;
  artillery; cavalry。
  〃This is going to be a great show;〃 Kenby said; meaning the manoeuvres;
  and he added; as if now he had kept away from the subject long enough and
  had a right to recur to it; at least indirectly; 〃I should like to have
  Rose see it; and get his impressions。〃
  〃I've an idea he wouldn't approve of it。  His mother says his mind is
  turning more and more to philanthropy。〃
  Kenby could not forego such a chance to speak of Mrs。 Adding。  〃It's one
  of the prettiest things to see how she understands Rose。  It's charming
  to see them together。  She wouldn't have half the attraction without
  him。〃
  〃Oh; yes;〃 March assented。  He had often wondered how a man wishing to
  marry a widow managed with the idea of her children by another marriage;
  but if Kenby was honest; it was much simpler than he had supposed。  He
  could not say this to him; however; and in a certain embarrassment he had
  with the conjecture in his presence he attempted a diversion。  〃We're
  promised something at the Volksfest which will be a great novelty to us
  as Americans。  Our driver told us this morning that one of the houses
  there was built entirely of wood。〃
  When they reached the grounds of the Volksfest; this civil feature of the
  great military event at hand; which the Marches had found largely set
  forth in the programme of the parade; did not fully keep the glowing
  promises made for it; in fact it could not easily have done so。  It was
  in a pleasant neighborhood of new villas such as form the modern quarter
  of every German city; and the Volksfest was even more unfinished than its
  environment。  It was not yet enclosed by the fence which was to hide its
  wonders from the non…paying public; but March and Kenby went in through
  an archway where the gate…money was as effectually collected from them as
  if they were barred every other entrance。
  The wooden building was easily distinguishable from the other edifices
  because these were tents and booths still less substantial。  They did not
  make out its function; but of the others four sheltered merry…go…rounds;
  four were beer…gardens; four were restaurants; and the rest were devoted
  to amusements of the usual country…fair type。  Apparently they had little
  attraction for country people。  The Americans met few peasants in the
  grounds; and neither at the Edison kinematograph; where they refreshed
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