Peter and Hy stood for a little time in the foyer, watching the audience come in. It was a distinctly youthful audience—the girls and women were attractive, most of them Americans; the men running more foreign, with a good many Russian Jews among them. They all appeared to be great friends. And they handled one another a good deal. Peter, self-conscious, hunting copy as always, saw one tired-looking young Jewish painter catch the hand of a pretty girl—an extraordinarily2 pretty girl, blonde, of a slimly rounded figure—and press and caress3 her fingers as he chatted casually4 with a group.
After a moment the girl drew her hand away gently, half-apologetically, while a faint wave of color flowed to her transparent5 cheek.
All Peter's blind race prejudice flamed into a little fire of rage. Here it was—his subject—the restless American girl experimenting with life, the selfish bachelor girl, deep in the tangles6 of Bohemia, surrounded by just the experimental men that would be drawn7 to the district by such as she....
So Peter read it. And he was tom by confused clashing emotions. Then he heard a fresh voice cry: “Why, hello, Betty!” Then he remembered—this girl was the Picabia dancer—Betty Deane—her friend! There was color in his own face now, and his pulse was leaping.
“Come,” he said shortly to Hy, “let's find our seats.”
The first playlet on the bill was Zanin's Any Street.
The theme was the grim influence of street life on the mind of a child. It was an uncomfortable little play. All curtains were drawn back. Subjects were mentioned that should never, Peter felt, be even hinted at in the presence of young women. Rough direct words were hurled8 at that audience.
Peter, blushing, peered about him. There sat the young women and girls by the dozen, serene9 of face, frankly10 interested.
Poor Hy, overcome by his tangled11 self-consciousness, actually lowered his head and pressed his handkerchief to his fiery12 face, murmuring: “This is no place for a minister's assistant!” And he added, in Peter's ear: “Lord, if the Walrus13 could just see this—once!”
Then a newsboy came running on the stage—slim, light of foot—dodged cowering14 in a saloon doorway15, and swore at an off-stage policeman from whose clutches he had escaped.
There was a swift pattering of applause; and a whisper ran through the audience. Peter heard one voice say: “There she is—that's Sue!”
He sat erect16, on the edge of his chair. Again the hot color surged into his face. He felt it there and was confused.
It was his girl of the apple, in old coat and knickerbockers, tom stockings, torn shirt open at the neck, a ragged17 felt hat over her short hair.
Peter felt his resentment18 fading. He knew as he watched her move about the stage that she had the curious electric quality that is called personality. It was in her face and the poise19 of her head, in the lines of her body, in every easy movement. She had a great gift..
After this play the two went outside to smoke, very silent, suppressed even. Neither knew what to think or what to say.
There Zanin found them (for Peter was, after all, a bit of a personage) and made them his guests.
Thus it was that Peter found himself behind the scenes, meeting the youthful, preoccupied20 members of the company and watching with half-suppressed eagerness the narrow stairway by which Sue Wilde must sooner or later mount from the region of dressing-rooms below.
Finally, just before the curtain was rung up on the second play, he was rewarded by the appearance of Betty Deane, followed by the tam o'shanter and the plaid coat of his apple girl.
He wondered if her heart was jumping as his was.
Surely the electric thrill of this meeting, here among heaps of scenery and properties, must have touched her, too. He could not believe that it began and ended with himself. There was magic in the occasion, such magic as an individual rarely generates alone. But if it touched her, she gave no outward sign. To Zanin's casual, “Oh, you know each other,” she responded with a quite matter-of-fact smile and nod.
They went out into the audience, and up an aisle21 to seats in the rear of the hall—Betty first, then Sue and Peter, then Hy.
Peter felt the thrill again in walking just behind her, aware through his very nerve-rips of her grace and charm of movement. When he stood aside to let her pass on to her seat her sleeve brushed his arm; and the arm, his body, his brain, tingled22 and flamed.
Zanin joined them after the last play and led them to a basement restaurant near the Square. Hy paired off with Betty and made progress. But then, Betty was evidently more Hy's sort than Sue was.
In the restaurant, Peter, silent, gloomy, watched his chance for a word aside with Sue. When it came, he said: “I'm very glad you told me to come.”
“You liked it then?”
“I liked you.”
This appeared to silence her.
“You have distinction Your performance was really interesting.”
“I'm glad you think that.”
“In some ways you are the most gifted girl I have ever seen. Listen! I must see you again.”
She smiled.
“Let's have a bite together one of these evenings—at the Parisian or Jim's. I want to talk with you.”
“That would be pleasant,” said she, after a moment's hesitation23.
“To-morrow evening, perhaps?” Peter suggested.
The question was not answered; for in some way the talk became general just then. Later Peter was sure that Sue herself had a hand in making it general.
Zanin turned suddenly to Peter. He was a big young man, with a strong if peasant-like face and a look of keenness about the eyes. There was exuberant24 force in the man, over which his Village manner of sophisticated casualness toward all things lay like the thinnest of veneers25.
“Well,” he said, “what do you think of Sue here?”
Peter repeated his impressions with enthusiasm.
“We're going to do big things with her,” said Zanin. “Big things. You wait. Any Street is just a beginning.” And then an impetuous eagerness rushing up in him, his topic shifted from Sue to himself. With a turbulent, passionate26 egotism he recounted his early difficulties in America, his struggles with the language, heart-breaking summers as a book agent, newspaper jobs in middle-western cities, theatrical27 press work from Coast to Coast, his plunge28 into the battle for a higher standard of theatrical art and the resulting fight, most desperate of his life thus far, to attract attention to the Crossroads Theater and widen its influence.
Zarin was vehement29 now. Words poured in a torrent30 from his lips. He talked straight at you, gesturing, with a light in his eye and veiled power in his slightly husky voice. Peter felt this power, and something not unlike a hatred31 of the man took sudden root within him.
“You will think me foolish to give my strength to this struggle. Like you, I know these Americans. You can tell me nothing about them. Oh, I have seen them, lived with them—in the city, in the small village, on the farm. I know that they are ignorant of Art, that they do not care.” He snapped his big fingers. “Vaudeville, baseball, the girl show, the comic supplement, the moving picture—that is what they like! Yet year after year, I go on fighting for the barest recognition. They do not understand. They do not care. They believe in money, comfort, conformity32—above all conformity. They are fools. But I know them, I tell you! And I know that they will listen to me yet! I have shown them that I can fight for my ideals. Before we are through I shall show them that I can beat them at their own game. They shall see that I mean business. I shall show them their God Success in his full majesty33.... And publicity34? They are children. When I have finished they—-the best of them—-will come to me for kindergarten lessons in publicity. I'm hoping to talk with you about it, Mann, I can interest you. I wouldn't bring it to you unless I knew I could interest you.”
He turned toward Sue. “And this girl shall help me. She has the talent, the courage, the breeding. She will surprise the best of them. They will find her pure gold.”
Hushed with his own enthusiasm, he dropped his hand over one of Sue's; took hers up in both of his and moved her slender fingers about as he might have played absently with a handkerchief or a curtain string.
Hy, across the table, took this in; and noted35 too the swift, hot expression that flitted across Peter's face and the sudden set to his mouth.
Sue, alter a moment, quietly withdrew her hand. But she did not flush, as Betty had flushed in somewhat similar circumstances a few hours earlier.
Peter laid his hands on the table; pushed back his chair; and, lips compressed, got up.
“Oh,” cried Zanin—“not going?”
“I must,” Peter replied, slowly, coldly. “I have work to do. It has been very pleasant. Good night.”
And out he went.
Hy, after some hesitation, followed.
Peter did not speak until they were nearly across the Square. Then he remembered—
“The Walrus asked you where she was, did he?”
“He sure did.”
“Worried about her, I suppose!”
“He's worried, all right.”
“Humph!” said Peter.
He said nothing more. At the rooms, He partly undressed in silence. Now and again his long face worked in mute expression of conflicting emotions within. Suddenly he stopped undressing and went into the studio (he slept in there, on the couch) and sat by the window, peering out at the sights of the Square.
Hy watched him curiously36; then called out a good night, turned off the gas and tumbled into bed. His final remark, the cheery observation—“I'll tell you this much, my son. Friend Betty is some pippin!” drew forth37 no response.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
lighting
|
|
| n.照明，光线的明暗，舞台灯光 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
extraordinarily
|
|
| adv.格外地；极端地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
caress
|
|
| vt./n.爱抚，抚摸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
casually
|
|
| adv.漠不关心地，无动于衷地，不负责任地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
transparent
|
|
| adj.明显的，无疑的；透明的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
tangles
|
|
| （使）缠结， （使）乱作一团( tangle的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
drawn
|
|
| v.拖，拉，拔出；adj.憔悴的，紧张的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
hurled
|
|
| v.猛投，用力掷( hurl的过去式和过去分词 )；大声叫骂 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
serene
|
|
| adj. 安详的，宁静的，平静的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
frankly
|
|
| adv.坦白地，直率地；坦率地说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
tangled
|
|
| adj. 纠缠的，紊乱的 动词tangle的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
fiery
|
|
| adj.燃烧着的，火红的；暴躁的；激烈的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
walrus
|
|
| n.海象 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
cowering
|
|
| v.畏缩，抖缩( cower的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
doorway
|
|
| n.门口，(喻)入门；门路，途径 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
erect
|
|
| n./v.树立，建立，使竖立；adj.直立的，垂直的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
ragged
|
|
| adj.衣衫褴褛的，粗糙的，刺耳的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
resentment
|
|
| n.怨愤，忿恨 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
poise
|
|
| vt./vi. 平衡，保持平衡；n.泰然自若，自信 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
preoccupied
|
|
| adj.全神贯注的，入神的；被抢先占有的；心事重重的v.占据（某人）思想，使对…全神贯注，使专心于( preoccupy的过去式) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
aisle
|
|
| n.（教堂、教室、戏院等里的）过道，通道 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
tingled
|
|
| v.有刺痛感( tingle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
hesitation
|
|
| n.犹豫，踌躇 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
exuberant
|
|
| adj.充满活力的；（植物）繁茂的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
veneers
|
|
| n.饰面薄板( veneer的名词复数 )；虚假的外表；虚饰；牙罩冠 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
passionate
|
|
| adj.热情的，热烈的，激昂的，易动情的，易怒的，性情暴躁的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
theatrical
|
|
| adj.剧场的，演戏的；做戏似的，做作的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
plunge
|
|
| v.跳入，(使)投入，(使)陷入；猛冲 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
vehement
|
|
| adj.感情强烈的；热烈的；(人)有强烈感情的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
torrent
|
|
| n.激流，洪流；爆发，(话语等的)连发 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
hatred
|
|
| n.憎恶，憎恨，仇恨 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
conformity
|
|
| n.一致，遵从，顺从 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
majesty
|
|
| n.雄伟，壮丽，庄严，威严；最高权威，王权 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
publicity
|
|
| n.众所周知，闻名；宣传，广告 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
noted
|
|
| adj.著名的，知名的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
curiously
|
|
| adv.有求知欲地；好问地；奇特地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
forth
|
|
| adv.向前；向外，往外 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |