0ne afternoon in the late autumn a well-dressed old man was walking slowly down the street. He appeared to be returning home from a walk, for his buckle-shoes, which followed a fashion long since out of date, were covered with dust.
Under his arm he carried a long, gold-headed cane1; his dark eyes, in which the whole of his long-lost youth seemed to have centred, and which contrasted strangely with his snow-white hair, gazed calmly on the sights around him or peered into the town below as it lay before him, bathed in the haze2 of sunset. He appeared to be almost a stranger, for of the passers-by only a few greeted him, although many a one involuntarily was compelled to gaze into those grave eyes.
At last he halted before a high, gabled house, cast one more glance out toward the town, and then passed into the hall. At the sound of the door-bell some one in the room within drew aside the green curtain from a small window that looked out on to the hall, and the face of an old woman was seen behind it. The man made a sign to her with his cane.
"No light yet!" he said in a slightly southern accent, and the housekeeper3 let the curtain fall again.
The old man now passed through the broad hall, through an inner hall, wherein against the walls stood huge oaken chests bearing porcelain4 vases; then through the door opposite he entered a small lobby, from which a narrow staircase led to the upper rooms at the back of the house. He climbed the stairs slowly, unlocked a door at the top, and landed in a room of medium size.
It was a comfortable, quiet retreat. One of the walls was lined with cupboards and bookcases; on the other hung pictures of men and places; on a table with a green cover lay a number of open books, and before the table stood a massive arm-chair with a red velvet5 cushion.
After the old man had placed his hat and stick in a corner, he sat down in the arm-chair and, folding his hands, seemed to be taking his rest after his walk. While he sat thus, it was growing gradually darker; and before long a moonbeam came streaming through the window- panes6 and upon the pictures on the wall; and as the bright band of light passed slowly onward7 the old man followed it involuntarily with his eyes.
Now it reached a little picture in a simple black frame. "Elisabeth!" said the old man softly; and as he uttered the word, time had changed: he was young again.
1 cane | |
n.手杖,细长的茎,藤条;v.以杖击,以藤编制的 | |
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n.霾,烟雾;懵懂,迷糊;vi.(over)变模糊 | |
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3 housekeeper | |
n.管理家务的主妇,女管家 | |
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4 porcelain | |
n.瓷;adj.瓷的,瓷制的 | |
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5 velvet | |
n.丝绒,天鹅绒;adj.丝绒制的,柔软的 | |
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adj.向前的,前进的;adv.向前,前进,在先 | |
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