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作者:着凉      更新:2021-02-24 22:26      字数:9322
  Fanny and the Servant Problem
  by Jerome K。 Jerome
  THE CHARACTERS
  Fanny
  Her Husband; Vernon Wetherell; Lord Bantock
  Her Butler; Martin Bennet
  Her Housekeeper; Susannah Bennet
  Her Maid; Jane Bennet
  Her Second Footman; Ernest Bennet
  Her Still…room Maid; Honoria Bennet
  Her Aunts by marriage; the Misses Wetherell
  Her Local Medical Man; Dr。 Freemantle
  Her quondam Companions; 〃Our Empire〃:
  England
  Scotland
  Ireland
  Wales
  Canada
  Australia
  New Zealand
  Africa
  India
  Newfoundland
  Malay Archipelago
  Straits Settlements
  Her former Business Manager; George P。 Newte
  ACT I
  SCENE
  The Lady Bantock's boudoir; Bantock Hall; Rutlandshire; a spacious room handsomely furnished (chiefly in the style of Louis the Fourteenth) and lighted by three high windows; facing the south…west。 A door between the fireplace and the windows leads to his lordship's apartments。  A door the other side of the fireplace is the general entrance。  The door opposite the windows leads through her ladyship's dressing…room into her ladyship's bedroom。  Over the great fireplace hangs a full…length portrait of Constance; first Lady Bantock; by Hoppner。
  The time is sunset of a day in early spring。  The youthful Lord Bantock is expected home with his newly wedded wife this evening; and the two Misses Wetherell; his aunts; have been busy decorating the room with flowers; and are nearing the end of their labours。  The two Misses Wetherell have grown so much alike it would be difficult for a stranger to tell one from the other; and to add to his confusion they have fallen into the habit of dressing much alike in a fashion of their own that went out long ago; while the hair of both is white; and even in their voices they have caught each other's tones。
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL 'she has paused from her work and is looking out of the windows'。  Such a lovely sunset; dear。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL 'she leaves her work and joins her sister。 The two stand holding each other's hands; looking out'。  Beautiful! 'A silence。  The sun is streaming full into the room。'  Youyou don't think; dear; that this room'she looks round it'may possibly be a little TOO sunny to quite suit her?
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL 'not at first understanding'。  How; dear; TOO sun'She grasps the meaning。'  You meanyou think that perhaps she does that sort of thing?
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  Well; dear; one is always given to understand that they do; womenladies of her profession。
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  It seems to me so wicked:  painting God's work。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  We mustn't judge hardly; dear。  Besides; dear; we don't know yet that she does。
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  Perhaps she's young; and hasn't commenced it。  I fancy it's only the older ones that do it。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  He didn't mention her age; I remember。
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  No; dear; but I feel she's young。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  I do hope she is。  We may be able to mould her。
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  We must be very sympathetic。  One can accomplish so much with sympathy。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  We must get to understand her。  'A sudden thought。'  Perhaps; dear; we may get to like her。
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL 'doubtful'。  We might TRY; dear。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  For Vernon's sake。  The poor boy seems so much in love with her。  We must …
  Bennet has entered。  He is the butler。
  BENNET。  Doctor Freemantle。  I have shown him into the library。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  Thank you; Bennet。  Will you please tell him that we shall be down in a few minutes?  I must just finish these flowers。  'She returns to the table。'
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  Why not ask him to come up here?  We could consult himabout the room。  He always knows everything。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  A good idea。  Please ask him; Bennet; if he would mind coming up to us here。  'Bennet; who has been piling up fresh logs upon the fire; turns to go。'  Oh; Bennet!  You will remind Charles to put a footwarmer in the carriage!
  BENNET。  I will see to it myself。  'He goes out。'
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  Thank you; Bennet。  'To her sister' One's feet are always so cold after a railway journey。
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  I've been told that; nowadays; they heat the carriages。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  Ah; it is an age of luxury!  I wish I knew which were her favourite flowers。  It is so nice to be greeted by one's favourite flowers。
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  I feel sure she loves lilies。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  And they are so appropriate to a bride。 So …
  Announced by Bennet; Dr。 Freemantle bustles in。  He is a dapper little man; clean…shaven; with quick brisk ways。
  DR。 FREEMANTLE 'he shakes hands'。  Well; and how are we this afternoon?  'He feels the pulse of the Younger Miss Wetherell' Steadier。  Much steadier!  'of the Elder Miss Wetherell。'  Nervous tension greatly relieved。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  She has been sleeping much better。
  DR。 FREEMANTLE 'he pats the hand of the Elder Miss Wetherell'。 Excellent!  Excellent!
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  She ate a good breakfast this morning。
  DR。 FREEMANTLE 'he pats the hand of the Younger Miss Wetherell'。 Couldn't have a better sign。  'He smiles from one to the other。' Brain disturbance; caused by futile opposition to the inevitable; evidently abating。  One page Marcus Aurelius every morning before breakfast。  〃Adapt thyself;〃 says Marcus Aurelius; 〃to the things with which thy lot has been cast。  Whatever happens〃
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  You see; doctor; it was all so sudden。
  DR。 FREEMANTLE。  The unexpected!  It has a way of taking us by surprisebowling us overcompletely。  Till we pull ourselves together。  Make the best of what can't be helpedlike brave; sweet gentlewomen。  'He presses their hands。  They are both wiping away a tear。'  When do you expect them?
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  To…night; by the half…past eight train。 We had a telegram this morning from Dover。
  DR。 FREEMANTLE。  Um! and this is to be her room?  'He takes it in。' The noble and renowned Constance; friend and confidant of the elder Pitt; maker of history; first Lady Bantockby Hoppneralways there to keep an eye on her; remind her of the family traditions。 Brilliant idea; brilliant!  'They are both smiling with pleasure。'
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  And you don't thinkit is what we wanted to ask youthat there is any fear of her finding it a little trying… …the light?  You see; this is an exceptionally sunny room。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  And these actressesif all one hears is true …
  The dying sun is throwing his last beams across the room。
  DR。 FREEMANTLE。  Which; thank God; it isn't。  'He seats himself in a large easy…chair。  The two ladies sit side by side on a settee。' I'll tell you just exactly what you've got to expect。  A ladya few years older than the boy himself; but still young。  Exquisite figure; dressedperhaps a trifle too regardless of expense。  Hairmaybe just a shade TOO golden。  All that can be altered。  Features piquant; with expressive eyes; the use of which she probably understands; and an almost permanent smile; displaying an admirably preserved and remarkably even set of teeth。  But; above all; clever。 That's our sheet…anchor。  The woman's clever。  She will know how to adapt herself to her new position。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL 'turning to her sister'。  Yes; she must be clever to have obtained the position that she has。  'To the Doctor' Vernon says that she was quite the chief attraction all this winter; in Paris。
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  And the French public is so critical。
  DR。 FREEMANTLE 'drily'。  Um!  I was thinking rather of her cleverness in 〃landing〃 poor Vernon。  The lad's not a fool。
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  We must do her justice。  I think she was really in love with him。
  DR。 FREEMANTLE 'still more drily'。  Very possibly。  Most cafe… chantant singers; I take it; would bewith an English lord。  'He laughs。'
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  You see; she didn't know he was a lord。
  DR。 FREEMANTLE。  Didn't know?
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  No。  She married him; thinking him to be a plain Mr。 Wetherell; an artist。
  DR。 FREEMANTLE。  Where d'ye get all that from?
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  From Vernon himself。  You've got his last letter; dear。  'She has opened her chatelaine bag。'  Oh; no; I've got it myself。
  THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL。  He's not going to break it to her till they reach here this evening。
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL 'she reads'。  Yes。  〃I shall not break it to her before we reach home。  We were married quietly at the Hotel de Ville; and she has no idea I am anything else than plain Vernon James Wetherell; a fellow…countryman of her own; and a fellow…artist。  The dear creature has never even inquired whether I am rich or poor。〃  I like her for that。
  DR。 FREEMANTLE。  You mean to tell me'He jumps up。  With his hands in his jacket pockets; he walks to and fro。'  I suppose it's possible。
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。  You see; she isn't the ordinary class of music…hall singer。
  DR。 FREEMANTLE。  I should say not。
  THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL。