第 2 节
作者:丁格      更新:2021-02-19 18:54      字数:9322
  folding some patterns of cretonne。 By twenty…one he too may hope to be a full…blown assistant; even as Mr。 Hoopdriver。 Prints depend from the brass rails above them; behind are fixtures full of white packages containing; as inscriptions testify; Lino; Hd Bk; and Mull。 You might imagine to see them that the two were both intent upon nothing but smoothness of textile and rectitude of fold。 But to tell the truth; neither is thinking of the mechanical duties in hand。 The assistant is dreaming of the delicious timeonly four hours off nowwhen he will resume the tale of his bruises and abrasions。 The apprentice is nearer the long long thoughts of boyhood; and his imagination rides cap…a…pie through the chambers of his brain; seeking some knightly quest in honour of that Fair Lady; the last but one of the girl apprentices to the dress…making upstairs。 He inclines rather to street fighting against revolutionariesbecause then she could see him from the window。
  Jerking them back to the present comes the puffy little shop…walker; with a paper in his hand。 The apprentice becomes extremely active。 The shopwalker eyes the goods in hand。 〃Hoopdriver;〃 he says; 〃how's that line of g…sez…x ginghams ? 〃
  Hoopdriver returns from an imaginary triumph over the uncertainties of dismounting。 〃They're going fairly well; sir。 But the larger checks seem hanging。〃
  The shop…walker brings up parallel to the counter。 〃Any particular time when you want your holidays?〃 he asks。
  Hoopdriver pulls at his skimpy moustache。 〃NoDon't want them too late; sir; of course。〃
  〃How about this day week?〃
  Hoopdriver becomes rigidly meditative; gripping the corners of the gingham folds in his hands。 His face is eloquent of conflicting considerations。 Can he learn it in a week? That's the question。 Otherwise Briggs will get next week; and he will have to wait until Septemberwhen the weather is often uncertain。 He is naturally of a sanguine disposition。 All drapers have to be; or else they could never have the faith they show in the beauty; washability; and unfading excellence of the goods they sell you。 The decision comes at last。 〃That'll do me very well;〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver; terminating the pause。
  The die is cast。
  The shop…walker makes a note of it and goes on to Briggs in the  〃dresses;〃 the next in the strict scale of precedence of the Drapery Emporium。 Mr。 Hoopdriver in alternating spasms anon straightens his gingham and anon becomes meditative; with his tongue in the hollow of his decaying wisdom tooth。
  III
  At supper that night; holiday talk held undisputed sway。 Mr。 Pritchard spoke of 〃Scotland;〃 Miss Isaacs clamoured of Bettws…y…Coed; Mr。 Judson displayed a proprietary interest in the Norfolk Broads。 〃I?〃 said Hoopdriver when the question came to him。 〃Why; cycling; of course。〃
  〃You're never going to ride that dreadful machine of yours; day after day?〃 said Miss Howe of the Costume Department。
  〃I am;〃 said Hoopdriver as calmly as possible; pulling at the insufficient moustache。 〃I'm going for a Cycling Tour。 Along the South Coast。〃
  〃Well; all I hope; Mr。 Hoopdriver; is that you'll get fine weather;〃 said Miss Howe。 〃And not come any nasty croppers。〃
  〃And done forget some tinscher of arnica in yer bag;〃 said the junior apprentice in the very high collar。 (He had witnessed one of the lessons at the top of Putney Hill。)
  〃You stow it;〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver; looking hard and threateningly at the junior apprentice; and suddenly adding in a tone of bitter contempt; 〃 Jampot。〃
  〃I'm getting fairly safe upon it now;〃 he told Miss Howe。
  At other times Hoopdriver might have further resented the satirical efforts of the apprentice; but his mind was too full of the projected Tour to admit any petty delicacies of dignity。 He left the supper table early; so that he might put in a good hour at the desperate gymnastics up the Roehampton Road before it would be time to come back for locking up。 When the gas was turned off for the night he was sitting on the edge of his bed; rubbing arnica into his kneea new and very big placeand studying a Road Map of the South of England。 Briggs of the  〃dresses;〃 who shared the room with him; was sitting up in bed and trying to smoke in the dark。 Briggs had never been on a cycle in his life; but he felt Hoopdriver's inexperience and offered such advice as occurred to him。
  〃Have the machine thoroughly well oiled;〃 said Briggs; 〃carry one or two lemons with you; don't tear yourself to death the first day; and sit upright。 Never lose control of the machine; and always sound the bell on every possible opportunity。 You mind those things; and nothing very much can't happen to you; Hoopdriveryou take my word。〃
  He would lapse into silence for a minute; save perhaps for a curse or so at his pipe; and then break out with an entirely different set of tips。
  〃Avoid running over dogs; Hoopdriver; whatever you do。 It's one of the worst things you can do to run over a dog。 Never let the machine bucklethere was a man killed only the other day through his wheel bucklingdon't scorch; don't ride on the foot…path; keep your own side of the road; and if you see a tram… line; go round the corner at once; and hurry off into the next countyand always light up before dark。 You mind just a few little things like that; Hoopdriver; and nothing much can't happen to youyou take my word。〃
  〃Right you are!〃 said Hoopdriver。 〃Good…night; old man。〃
  〃Good…night;〃 said Briggs; and there was silence for a space; save for the succulent respiration of the pipe。 Hoopdriver rode off into Dreamland on his machine; and was scarcely there before he was pitched back into the world of sense again。Something what was it ?
  〃Never oil the steering。 It's fatal;〃 a voice that came from round a fitful glow of light; was saying。 〃And clean the chain daily with black…lead。 You mind just a few little things like that〃
  〃Lord LOVE us!〃 said Hoopdriver; and pulled the bedclothes over his ears。
  THE RIDING FORTH OF MR。 HOOPDRIVER
  IV。
  Only those who toil six long days out of the seven; and all the year round; save for one brief glorious fortnight or ten days in the summer time; know the exquisite sensations of the First Holiday Morning。 All the dreary; uninteresting routine drops from you suddenly; your chains fall about your feet。 All at once you are Lord of yourself; Lord of every hour in the long; vacant day; you may go where you please; call none Sir or Madame; have a lappel free of pins; doff your black morning coat; and wear the colour of your heart; and be a Man。 You grudge sleep; you grudge eating; and drinking even; their intrusion on those exquisite moments。 There will be no more rising before breakfast in casual old clothing; to go dusting and getting ready in a cheerless; shutterdarkened; wrappered…up shop; no more imperious cries of; 〃Forward; Hoopdriver;〃 no more hasty meals; and weary attendance on fitful old women; for ten blessed days。 The first morning is by far the most glorious; for you hold your whole fortune in your hands。 Thereafter; every night; comes a pang; a spectre; that will not be exorcisedthe premonition of the return。 The shadow of going back; of being put in the cage again for another twelve months; lies blacker and blacker across the sunlight。 But on the first morning of the ten the holiday has no past; and ten days seems as good as infinity。
  And it was fine; full of a promise of glorious days; a deep blue sky with dazzling piles of white cloud here and there; as though celestial haymakers had been piling the swathes of last night's clouds into cocks for a coming cartage。 There were thrushes in the Richmond Road; and a lark on Putney Heath。 The freshness of dew was in the air; dew or the relics of an overnight shower glittered on the leaves and grass。 Hoopdriver had breakfasted early by Mrs。 Gunn's complaisance。 He wheeled his machine up Putney Hill; and his heart sang within him。 Halfway up; a dissipated…looking black cat rushed home across flile road and vanished under a gate。 All the big red…brick houses behind the variegated shrubs and trees had their blinds down still; and he would not have changed places with a soul in any one of them for a hundred pounds。
  He had on his new brown cycling suita handsome Norfolk jacket thing for 30/and his legsthose martyr legswere more than consoled by thick chequered stockings; 〃thin in the foot; thick in the leg;〃 for all they had endured。 A neat packet of American cloth behind the saddle contained his change of raiment; and the bell and the handle…bar and the hubs and lamp; albeit a trifle freckled by wear; glittered blindingly in the rising sunlight。 And at the top of the hill; after only one unsuccessful attempt; which; somehow; terminated on the green; Hoopdriver mounted; and with a stately and cautious restraint in his pace; and a dignified curvature of path; began his great Cycling Tour along the Southern Coast。
  There is only one phrase to describe his course at this stage; and that isvoluptuous curves。 He did not ride fast; he did not ride straight; an exacting critic might say he did not ride well… …but he rode generously; opulently; using the whole road and even nibbling at the footpath。 The excitement never flagged。 So far he had never passed or b