第 21 节
作者:浮游云中      更新:2021-02-24 23:06      字数:9322
  with her; naturally not affairs of the first importance; but matters such as
  the economy of his time: when; for instance; it was most convenient for him to
  go to Boston; and he would find that she had telephoned; without being told; to
  the office there when to expect him; to his chauffeur to be on hand。  He never
  had to tell her a thing twice; nor did she interruptas Miss Ottway sometimes
  had donethe processes of his thought。  Without realizing it he fell into the
  habit of listening for the inflections of her voice; and though he had never
  lacked the power of making decisions; she somehow made these easier for him
  especially if; a human equation were involved。
  He had; at least; the consolationif it were oneof reflecting that his
  reputation was safe; that there would be no scandal; since two are necessary to
  make the kind of scandal he had always feared; and Miss Bumpus; apparently; had
  no intention of being the second party。  Yet she was not virtuous; as he had
  hitherto defined the word。  Of this he was sure。  No woman who moved about as
  she did; who had such an effect on him; who had on occasions; though
  inadvertently; returned the lightning of his glances; whose rare laughter
  resembled grace notes; and in whose hair was that almost imperceptible kink;
  could be virtuous。  This instinctive conviction inflamed him。  For the first
  time in his life he began to doubt the universal conquering quality of his own
  charms;and when such a thing happens to a man like Ditmar he is in danger of
  hell…fire。  He indulged less and less in the convivial meetings and excursions
  that hitherto had given him relaxation and enjoyment; and if his cronies
  inquired as to the reasons for his neglect of them he failed to answer with his
  usual geniality。
  〃Everything going all right up at the mills; Colonel?〃 he was asked one day by
  Mr。 Madden; the treasurer of a large shoe company; when they met on the marble
  tiles of the hall in their Boston club。
  〃All right。  Why?〃
  〃Well;〃 replied Madden; conciliatingly; 〃you seem kind of preoccupied; that's
  all。  I didn't know but what the fifty…four hour bill the legislature's just
  put through might be worrying you。〃
  〃We'll handle that situation when the time comes;〃 said Ditmar。  He accepted a
  gin rickey; but declined rather curtly the suggestion of a little spree over
  Sunday to a resort on the Cape which formerly he would have found enticing。  On
  another occasion he encountered in the lobby of the Parker House a more
  intimate friend; Chester Sprole; sallow; self…made; somewhat corpulent; one of
  those lawyers hail fellows well met in business circles and looked upon askance
  by the Brahmins of their profession; more than half politician; he had been in
  Congress; and from time to time was retained by large business interests
  because of his persuasive gifts with committees of the legislaturethough
  these had been powerless to avert the recent calamity of the women and
  children's fifty…four hour bill。  Mr。 Sprole's hair was prematurely white; and
  the crow's…feet at the corners of his eyes were not the result of legal
  worries。
  〃Hullo; Dit;〃 he said jovially。
  〃Hullo; Ches;〃 said Ditmar。
  〃Now you're the very chap I wanted to see。  Where have you been keeping
  yourself lately?  Come out to the farm to…night;same of the boys'll be
  there。〃  Mr。 Sprole; like many a self…made man; was proud of his farm; though
  he did not lead a wholly bucolic existence。
  〃I can't; Ches;〃 answered Ditmar。  〃I've got to go back to Hampton。〃
  This statement Mr。 Sprole unwisely accepted as a fiction。  He took hold of
  Ditmar's arm。
  〃A ladyehwhat?〃
  〃I've got to go back to Hampton;〃 repeated Ditmar; with a suggestion of
  truculence that took his friend aback。  Not for worlds would Mr。 Sprole have
  offended the agent of the Chippering Mill。
  〃I was only joking; Claude;〃 he hastened to explain。  Ditmar; somewhat
  mollified but still dejected; sought the dining…room when the lawyer had gone。
  〃All alone to…night; Colonel?〃 asked the coloured head waiter; obsequiously。
  Ditmar demanded a table in the corner; and consumed a solitary meal。
  Very naturally Janet was aware of the change in Ditmar; and knew the cause of
  it。  Her feelings were complicated。  He; the most important man in Hampton; the
  self…sufficient; the powerful; the hitherto distant and unattainable head of
  the vast organization known as the Chippering Mill; of which she was an
  insignificant unit; at times became for her just a mana man for whom she had
  achieved a delicious contempt。  And the knowledge that she; if she chose; could
  sway and dominate him by the mere exercise of that strange feminine force
  within her was intoxicating and terrifying。  She read this in a thousand signs;
  in his glances; in his movements revealing a desire to touch her; in little
  things he said; apparently insignificant; yet fraught with meaning; in a
  constant recurrence of the apologetic attitudeso alien to the Ditmar formerly
  conceivedof which he had given evidence that day by the canal: and from this
  attitude emanated; paradoxically; a virile and galvanic current profoundly
  disturbing。  Sometimes when he bent over her she experienced a commingled
  ecstasy and fear that he would seize her in his arms。  Yet the tension was not
  constant; rising and falling with his moods and struggles; all of which she
  readunguessed by himas easily as a printed page by the gift that dispenses
  with laborious processes of the intellect。  On the other hand; a resentment
  boiled within her his masculine mind failed to fathom。  Stevenson said of John
  Knox that many women had come to learn from him; but he had never condescended
  to become a learner in returna remark more or less applicable to Ditmar。  She
  was; perforce; thrilled that he was virile and wanted her; but because he
  wanted her clandestinely her pride revolted;divining his fear of scandal and
  hating him for it like a thoroughbred。  To do her justice; marriage never
  occurred to her。  She was not so commonplace。
  There were times; however; when the tension between them would relax; when some
  incident occurred to focus Ditmar's interest on the enterprise that had
  absorbed and unified his life; the Chippering Mill。  One day in September; for
  instance; after an absence in New York; he returned to the office late in the
  afternoon; and she was quick to sense his elation; to recognize in him the
  restored presence of the quality of elan; of command; of singleness of purpose
  that had characterized him before she had become his stenographer。  At first;
  as he read his mail; he seemed scarcely conscious of her presence。  She stood
  by the window; awaiting his pleasure; watching the white mist as it rolled over
  the floor of the river; catching glimpses in vivid; saffron blurs of the lights
  of the Arundel Mill on the farther shore。  Autumn was at hand。  Suddenly she
  heard Ditmar speaking。
  〃Would you mind staying a little while longer this evening; Miss Bumpus?〃
  〃Not at all;〃 she replied; turning。
  On his face was a smile; almost boyish。
  〃The fact is; I think I've got hold of the biggest single order that ever came
  into any mill in New England;〃 he declared。
  〃Oh; I'm glad;〃 she said quickly。
  〃The cotton cards?〃 he demanded。
  She knew he referred to the schedules; based on the current prices of cotton;
  made out in the agent's office and sent in duplicate to the selling house; in
  Boston。  She got them from the shelf; and as he went over them she heard him
  repeating the names of various goods now become familiar; pongees; poplins;
  percales and voiles; garbardines and galateas; lawns; organdies; crepes; and
  Madras shirtings; while he wrote down figures on a sheet of paper。  So complete
  was his absorption in this task that Janet; although she had resented the
  insinuating pressure of his former attitude toward her; felt a paradoxical
  sensation of jealousy。  Presently; without looking up; he told her to call up
  the Boston office and ask for Mr。 Fraile; the cotton buyer; and she learned
  from the talk over the telephone though it was mostly about 〃futures〃that
  Ditmar had lingered for a conference in Boston on his way back from New York。
  Afterwards; having dictated two telegrams which she wrote out on her machine;
  he leaned back in his chair; and though the business for the day was ended;
  showed a desire to detain her。  His mood became communicative。
  〃I've been on the trail of that order for a month;〃 he declared。  〃Of course it
  isn't my business to get orders; but to manage this mill; and that's enough for
  one man; God knows。  But I heard the Bradlaughs were in the market for these
  goods; and I told the selling house to lie low; that I'd go after it。  I knew I
  could get away with it; if anybody could。  I went to the Bradlaughs and sat
  down on 'em; I lived with 'em; ate with 'em; brought 'em home at night。  I
  didn't let 'em alone a minute until they handed it over。  I wasn't going to
  give any other mill in New England or any of those southern concerns a chance
  to walk off with itnot on your life!  Why; we have the facilities。  There
  isn't another mill in the country can turn it out in the time they ask; and
  even we will have to go some to do it。  But we'