Next evening, when Cecile entered the Van Attemas’ drawing-room, slowly with languorous1 steps, in the sinuous2 black of her crape, Dolf at once came to her and took her hand:
“I hope you won’t be annoyed. Quaerts called; and Dina had told the servants that we were at home. I’m sorry....”
“It doesn’t matter!” she whispered.
Nevertheless, she was a little irritated, in her sensitiveness, at unexpectedly meeting this stranger, whom she did not remember ever to have seen at Dolf’s and who now rose from where he had been sitting with Dolf’s great-aunt, old Mrs. Hoze, Amélie and the two daughters, [17]Anna and Suzette. Cecile kissed the old lady and greeted the rest of the circle in turn, welcomed with a smile by all of them. Dolf introduced:
“My friend Taco Quaerts.... Mrs. van Even, my sister-in-law.”
They sat a little scattered3 round the great fire on the open hearth4, the piano close to them in the corner, its draped back turned to them, and Jules, the youngest boy, sitting behind it, playing a romance by Rubinstein and so absorbed that he had not heard his aunt come in.
“Jules!...” Dolf called out.
“Leave him alone,” said Cecile.
The boy did not reply and went on playing. Cecile, across the piano, saw his tangled5 hair and his eyes abstracted in the music. A feebleness of melancholy6 slowly rose within her, like a burden, like a burden that climbed up her breast and stifled7 her breathing. From time to time, [18]forte notes falling suddenly from Jules’ fingers gave her little shocks in her throat; and a strange feeling of uncertainty8 seemed winding9 her about as with vague meshes10: a feeling not new to her, one in which she seemed no longer to possess herself, to be lost and wandering in search of herself, in which she did not know what she was thinking, nor what at this very moment she might say. Something melted in her brain, like a momentary11 weakness. Her head sank a little; and, without hearing distinctly, it seemed to her that once before she had heard this romance played so, exactly so, as Jules was now playing it, very, very long ago, in some former existence ages agone, in just the same circumstances, in this very circle of people, before this very fire.... The tongues of flame shot up with the same flickerings as from the logs of ages back; and Suzette blinked with the same expression [19]which she had worn then on that former occasion....
Why was it that Cecile should be sitting here again now, in the midst of them all? Why was it necessary, to sit like this round a fire, listening to music? How strange it was and what strange things there were in this world!... Still, it was pleasant to be in this cosy12 company, so agreeably quiet, without many words, the music behind the piano dying away plaintively13, until it suddenly stopped.
Mrs. Hoze’s voice had a ring of sympathy as she murmured in Cecile’s ear:
“So we are getting you back, dear? You are coming out of your shell again?”
Cecile pressed her hand, with a little laugh:
“But I never hid myself from you! I have always been in to you!”
“Yes, but we had to come to you. You always stayed at home, didn’t you?” [20]
“You’re not angry with me, are you?”
“No, darling, of course not; you have had such a great sorrow.”
“Oh, I have still: I seem to have lost everything!”
How was it that she suddenly realized this? She never had that sense of loss in her own home, among the clouds of her day-dreams, but outside, among other people, she immediately felt that she had lost everything, everything....
“But you have your children.”
“Yes.”
She answered faintly, wearily, with a sense of loneliness, of terrible loneliness, like one floating aimlessly in space, borne upon thinnest air, in which her yearning14 arms groped in vain.
Mrs. Hoze stood up. Dolf came to take her into the other room, for whist.
“You too, Cecile?” he asked.
“No, you know I never touch a card!” [21]
He did not press her; there were Quaerts and the girls to make up.
“What are you doing there, Jules?” he asked, glancing across the piano.
The boy had remained sitting there, forgotten. He now rose and appeared, tall, grown out of his strength, with strange eyes.
“What were you doing?”
“I ... I was looking for something ... a piece of music.”
“Don’t sit moping like that, my boy!” growled15 Dolf, kindly16, with his deep voice. “What’s become of those cards again, Amélie?”
“I don’t know,” said his wife, looking about vaguely17. “Where are the cards, Anna?”
“Aren’t they in the box with the counters?”
“No,” Dolf grumbled18. “Nothing is ever where it ought to be.” [22]
Anna got up, looked, found the cards in the drawer of a buhl cabinet. Amélie also had risen, stood arranging the music on the piano. She was for ever ordering things in her rooms and immediately forgetting where she had put them, tidying with her fingers and perfectly19 absent in her mind.
“Anna, come and draw a card too. You can play in the next rubber,” cried Dolf, from the other room.
The two sisters remained alone, with Jules.
The boy had sat down on a stool at Cecile’s feet:
“Mamma, do leave my music alone.”
Amélie sat down beside Cecile:
“Is Christie better?”
“He is a little livelier to-day.”
“I’m glad. Have you never met Quaerts before?”
“No.” [23]
“Really? He comes here so often.”
Cecile looked through the open folding-doors at the card-table. Two candles stood upon it. Mrs. Hoze’s pink face was lit up clearly, with its smooth and stately features; her hair gleamed silver-grey. Quaerts sat opposite her: Cecile noticed the round, vanishing silhouette20 of his head, the hair cut very close, thick and black above the glittering white streak21 of his collar. His arms made little movements as he threw down a card or gathered up a trick. His person had something about it of great power, something energetic and robust22, something of every-day life, which Cecile disliked.
“Are the girls fond of cards?”
“Suzette is, Anna not so very: she’s not so brisk.”
Cecile saw that Anna sat behind her father, looking on with eyes which did not understand. [24]
“Do you take them out much nowadays?” Cecile asked next.
“Yes, I have to. Suzette likes going out, but not Anna. Suzette will be a pretty girl, don’t you think?”
“Suzette’s an awful flirt23!” said Jules. “At our last dinner-party....”
He stopped suddenly:
“No, I won’t tell you. It’s not right to tell tales, is it, Auntie?”
Cecile smiled:
“No, of course it’s not.”
“I want always to do what’s right.”
“That is very good.”
“No, no!” he said deprecatingly. “Everything seems to me so bad, do you know. Why is everything so bad, Auntie?”
“But there is much that is good too, Jules.”
He shook his head:
“No, no!” he repeated. “Everything [25]is bad. Everything is very bad. Everything is selfishness. Just mention something that’s not selfish!”
“Parents’ love for their children.”
But Jules shook his head again:
“Parents’ love is ordinary selfishness. Children are a part of their parents, who only love themselves when they love their children.”
“Jules!” cried Amélie. “Your remarks are always much too decided24. You know I don’t like it: you are much too young to talk like that. One would think you knew everything!”
The boy was silent.
“And I always say that we never know anything. We never know anything, don’t you agree, Cecile? I, at least, never know anything, never....”
She looked round the room absently. Her fingers smoothed the fringe of her [26]chair, tidying. Cecile put her arm softly round Jules’ neck.
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It was Quaerts’ turn to sit out from the card-table; and, though Dolf pressed him to go on playing, he rose:
“I want to go and talk to Mrs. van Even,” Cecile heard him say.
She saw him come towards the big drawing-room, where she was still sitting with Amélie—Jules still at her feet—engaged in desultory25 talk, for Amélie could never maintain a conversation, always wandering and losing the threads. She did not know why, but Cecile suddenly assumed a most serious expression, as though she were discussing very important matters with her sister; and yet all that she said was:
“Jules ought really to take lessons in harmony, when he composes so nicely....” [27]
Quaerts had approached; he sat down beside them, with a scarcely perceptible shyness in his manner, a gentle hesitation26 in the brusque force of his movements.
But Jules fired up:
“No, Auntie, I want to be taught as little as possible! I don’t want to be learning names and principles and classifications. I couldn’t do it. I only compose like this, like this....” And he suited his phrase with a vague movement of his fingers.
“Jules can hardly read, it’s a shame!” said Amélie.
“And he plays so nicely,” said Cecile.
“Yes, Auntie, I remember things, I pick them out on the piano. Oh, it’s not really clever: it just comes out of myself, you know!”
“But that’s so splendid!”
“No, no! You have to know the names and principles and classifications. You [28]want that in everything. I shall never learn technique; I’m no good.”
He closed his eyes for a moment; a look of sadness flitted across his restless face.
“You know a piano is so ... so big, a great piece of furniture, isn’t it? But a violin, oh, how delightful27! You hold it to you like this, against your neck, almost against your heart; it is almost part of you; and you stroke it, like this, you could almost kiss it! You feel the soul of the violin quivering inside its body. And then you only have just a string or two, two or three strings28 which sing everything. Oh, a violin, a violin!”
“Jules....” Amélie began.
“And, oh, Auntie, a harp29! A harp, like this, between your legs, a harp which you embrace with both your arms: a harp is exactly like an angel, with long golden hair.... Ah, I’ve never yet played on a harp!” [29]
“Jules, leave off!” cried Amélie, sharply. “You drive me silly with that nonsense! I wonder you’re not ashamed, before Mr. Quaerts.”
Jules looked up in surprise:
“Before Taco? Do you think I’ve anything to be ashamed of, Taco?”
“Of course not, my boy.”
The sound of his voice was like a caress30. Cecile looked at him, astonished; she would have expected him to make fun of Jules. She did not understand him, but she disliked him exceedingly, so healthy and strong, with his energetic face and his fine, expressive31 mouth, so different from Amélie and Jules and herself.
“Of course not, my boy.”
Jules glanced at his mother with a slight look of disdain32, as if to say that he knew better:
“You see! Taco’s a good fellow.”
He turned his footstool round towards [30]Quaerts and laid his head against his knee.
“Jules!”
“Pray let him be, mevrouw.”
“Every one spoils that boy....”
“Except yourself,” said Jules.
“I! I!” cried Amélie, indignantly. “I spoil you out and out! I wish I knew how not to give way to you! I wish I could send you to Kampen or Deli!1 That would make a man of you! But I can’t do it by myself; and your father spoils you too.... I can’t think what’s going to become of you!”
“What is going to become of you, Jules?” asked Quaerts.
“I don’t know. I mustn’t go to college, I am too weak a doll to do much work.”
“Would you like to go to Deli some day?”
“Yes, with you.... Not alone; oh, to [31]be alone, always alone! You will see: I shall always be alone; and it is so terrible to be alone!”
“But, Jules, you are not alone now!” said Cecile, reproachfully.
“Oh, yes, yes, in myself I am alone, always alone....”
He pressed himself against Quaerts’ knee.
“Jules, don’t talk so stupidly,” cried Amélie, nervously33.
“Yes, yes!” cried Jules, with a sudden half sob34. “I will hold my tongue! But don’t talk about me any more; oh, I beg you, don’t talk about me!”
He locked his hands and implored35 them, with dread36 in his face. They all stared at him, but he buried his face in Quaerts’ knees, as though deadly frightened of something.... [32]
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Anna had played execrably, to Suzette’s despair: she could not even remember the winning trumps37!
Dolf called out to his wife:
“Amélie, do come in for a rubber; that is, if Quaerts doesn’t want to. You can’t give your daughter many points, but still you’re not quite so bad!”
“I would rather stay and talk to Mrs. van Even,” said Quaerts.
“Go and play without minding me, if you prefer, Mr. Quaerts,” said Cecile, in the cold voice which she adopted towards people whom she disliked.
Amélie dragged herself away with an unhappy face. She did not play a brilliant game either; and Suzette always lost her temper when she made mistakes.
“I have so long been hoping to make your acquaintance, mevrouw, that I should [33]not like to miss this opportunity,” Quaerts replied.
She looked at him: it troubled her that she could not understand him. She knew him to be something of a Lothario. There were stories in which the name of a married woman was coupled with his. Did he wish to try his blandishments on her? She had no particular hankering for this sort of pastime; she had never cared for flirtations.
“Why?” she asked, calmly, immediately regretting the word; for her question sounded like coquetry and she intended anything but that.
“Why?” he echoed.
He looked at her in slight surprise as he sat near her, with Jules on the ground between them, against his knee, his eyes closed.
“Because ... because,” he stammered38, “because you are my friend’s sister, I [34]suppose, and I had never met you here....”
She made no answer: in her seclusion39 she had forgotten how to talk and she did not take the least trouble about it.
“I used often to see you at the theatre,” said Quaerts, “when Mr. van Even was still alive.”
“At the opera,” she said.
“Yes.”
“Really? I didn’t know you then.”
“No.”
“I have not been out in the evening for a long time, because of my mourning.”
“And I always choose the evening to come to Dolf’s.”
“So that explains why we have never met.”
They were silent for a moment. It seemed to him that she spoke40 very coldly.
“I should love to go to the opera!” murmured Jules, without opening his eyes. [35]“Or no, after all, I think I would rather not.”
“Dolf told me that you read a great deal,” Quaerts continued. “Do you keep in touch with modern literature?”
“A little. I don’t read so very much.”
“No?”
“Oh, no! I have two children; that leaves me very little time for reading. Besides, it has no particular fascination41 for me: life is much more romantic than any novel.”
“So you are a philosopher?”
“I? Oh, no, I assure you, Mr. Quaerts! I am the most commonplace woman in the world.”
She spoke with her wicked little laugh and her cold voice: the voice and the laugh which she employed when she feared lest she should be wounded in her secret sensitiveness and when therefore she hid deep within herself, offering to the outside [36]world something very different from what she really was. Jules had opened his eyes and sat looking at her; and his steady glance troubled her.
“You live in a charming house, on the Scheveningen Road.”
“Yes.”
She realized suddenly that her coldness amounted to rudeness; and she did not wish this, even though she did dislike him. She threw herself back negligently42; she asked at random43, quite without concern, merely for the sake of conversation:
“Have you many relations in The Hague?”
“No; my father and mother live at Velp and the rest of my family at Arnhem chiefly. I never fix myself anywhere; I can’t stay long in one place. I have spent a good many years in Brussels.”
“You have no occupation, I believe?” [37]
“No. As a boy, my one desire was to enter the navy, but I was rejected on account of my eyes.”
Involuntarily she looked into his eyes: small, deep-set eyes, the colour of which she could not determine. She thought they looked sly and cunning.
“I have always regretted it,” he continued. “I am a man of action. I am always longing44 for action. I console myself as best I can with sport.”
“Sport?” she repeated, coldly.
“Yes.”
“Oh!”
“Quaerts is a Nimrod and a Centaur45 and a Hercules rolled into one, aren’t you, Quaerts?” said Jules.
“Ah, so you’re ‘naming’ me!” said Quaerts, with a laugh. “Where do you really ‘class’ me?”
“Among the very few people that I [38]really like!” the boy answered, ardently46 and without hesitation. “Taco, when are you going to teach me to ride?”
“Whenever you like, my son.”
“Yes, but you must fix the day for us to go to the riding-school. I won’t fix a day; I hate fixing days.”
“Well, shall we say to-morrow? To-morrow will be Wednesday.”
“Very well.”
Cecile noticed that Jules was still staring at her. She looked at him back. How was it possible that the boy could like this man! How was it possible that it irritated her and not him, all that health, that strength, that power of muscle and rage of sport! She could make nothing of it; she understood neither Quaerts nor Jules; and she herself drifted away again into that mood of half-consciousness, in which she did not know what she thought nor what at that very moment she [39]might say, in which she seemed to be lost and wandering in search of herself.
She rose, tall, slender and frail47 in her crape, like a queen who mourns, with little touches of gold in her flaxen hair, where a small jet aigrette glittered like a black mirror.
“I’m going to see who’s winning,” she said and moved to the card-table in the other room.
She stood behind Mrs. Hoze, appeared to be interested in the game; but across the light of the candles she peered at Quaerts and Jules. She saw them talking together, softly, confidentially48, Jules with his arm on Quaerts’ knee. She saw Jules looking up, as if in adoration49, into the face of this man; and then the boy suddenly threw his arms around his friend in a wild embrace, while the other pushed him away with a patient gesture.
1 Two military staff-colleges in Holland and Java respectively.
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