Mr. and Mrs. Heaton W. Harrenden
Announce the Marriage of their Daughter
Alice
to Mr. Chamberlain C. Mason
at Twelve O'clock, Noon,
February Fifteenth, Nineteen Hundred and Twelve
at Harrenden Manor3, Durham, Massachusetts.
Then there was a little card
For the accommodation of guests a special train will leave the North Station, Boston, at eleven fifteen, returning from Durham at five thirty.
And another little card
Mr. and Mrs. Heaton K. Harrenden request the pleasure of your company at the wedding breakfast at two o'clock, February Fifteenth, Nineteen Hundred and Twelve, at Harrenden Manor.
A letter from Cham had been tucked in:
Dear Fanshaw: You've got to come. Mrs. Harrenden says she wants an old-fashioned wedding, but Allie and I are going to try to pep it up a bit.
Yours, Cham.
Let's see, Fanshaw was thinking, what ought one to wear at a noon wedding? Noon. The time Cham and I took those two chorus girls canoeing at Norumbega Park, the mudsmell of the river.... And now Cham's marrying an heiress. Harrenden's Snowflake Meal. Like telegraph poles from the train the years slip by, so fast and nothing to catch hold of. Ought I I to get a cutaway?
Through the coal smoke that gripped his throat Fanshaw caught a whiff of roses. A girl in a mink4 coat with a large bunch of pink roses at her waist had just brushed past him. She must be going to the wedding too, he thought, and started walking in the direction she had gone, following with his eyes the signs that announced the trains: Portland Express, North Shore Local....
"Hello, Macdougan, where the hell are you going?"
"I'm going to a wedding. What are you doing here this time of day, Henley?"
"I'm off to a wedding too." Henley had a booming voice; he was a tall dark man with a moustache, thickwaisted.
"Cham Mason's wedding?"
"Sure.... I didn't know that dignified5 people like you went in for weddings."
"I don't often, Henley.... But I roomed with Cham Mason when we were freshmen6."
"Frankly7, Macdougan, I find weddings of great anthropological8 interest.... Savage9 survivals."
They were in a crowd of very dressed people passing through a gate in the end platform, all about them fur coats, flowers, fuzzy hats, bright shoes. "O, how do you do, Mrs. Glendinning! Yes, dreadfully cold. Why everybody anyone ever knew in the world is here? No, those are the Pittsburgh people. Imagine having a special train. Yes, those are the Harrison-Smiths, my dear."
"Say, Macdougan, suppose we get in the smoker10 where we can chat quietly," whispered Henley fitting his derby back on his head. "This is too much of a good thing.... There's something so prurient11 about women at an affair like this."
"After all a wedding.... Go ahead."
"Why they are parlor12 cars.... Here we are. ... Is the only piece of straight sex-ceremonial left to us."
"How's that?"
"The ring, my dear fellow, the ring.... What could be more of a symbol than a ring? Why, among the aborigines of the Caribbean ..."
"Why, look who's here? ... Why, this is a class reunion, boys." A red, round face topped by straight black hair slicked across a bald forehead was poked13 in the door. "You remember me, don't you, Henley?"
"Sure I do, Randall. I haven't seen you since our last class day. How are you? ... As I was saying, Macdougan, among the aborigines of the Caribbean ..."
"I think I'll join you fellers if you don't mind. Gee14, it's great isn't it, that old Cham is gettin' hitched15?"
"That depends...."
"Not if you know the bride," Randall hitched up his blue serge trousers and let himself sink down broadly on to the leather seat. "Ah ... A lovely, sweet girl."
"Yes, I know her," said Fanshaw frostily. He turned and looked out at the empty windows of the train on the next track. Through them he could see more windows, people sitting in a parlor car. There came a toot from the engine and the empty windows and the windows with people in them began to glide16 past. The seat rumbled18; the train was moving, smoke cut out the view, cleared to reveal bridges and black water over which gulls19 veered20 screaming. Five gulls on the edge of a cake of ice.
A leather case of cigars was poked under his nose. "Thanks, I never smoke cigars." Fanshaw kept his face turned to the window, letting Henley talk to this Randall-man.
"Yes," he was saying with a heavy laugh, "I been to some mighty21 funny weddings."
"I never miss one when I can help it."
"There was a wedding down in Philadelphia I once went to where the groom22 passed out before the ceremony. That was a funny wedding."
"What was the matter?"
"Dry Martinis, that's all. We had to put him under the showerbath to bring him around enough to stagger up the aisle23.... He got mixed up and tried to lead one of the bridesmaids up to the altar. It was a barrel of monkeys, that wedding was...."
Fanshaw was looking out at the bare trees and the rows of grey suburban24 houses. The smoke from the engine unrolled dense25 and white across the landscape against a leaden sky. Above the grinding rumble17 of wheels he could hear the two men talking beside him.
"I saw a man drop down stone dead at the altar once."
"You don't say."
"Dreadful thing... Heart failure it was that did it. The bride had just said about love, honor, and obey, when the fellow began to stagger around. When they picked him up he was dead. A good chap too, important in the Elks26 and secretary of the Pittsburgh Chamber2 of Commerce. It was a great shock to everyone. Marrying the girl he was going to marry had been thought the crowning success of his career."
"Funny time of year to have a country wedding, isn't it?"
Fanshaw turned laughing from the window.
"Most eccentric... Why, everything's full of hoar-frost."
When the train reached Durham station the sun was shining palely. The cars exuded27 furs and orchids28 and derby hats and canes29 from either end. Outside the station several limousines31 and taxicabs were lined up waiting for the guests, and in front of them, pacing up and down the platform with the stationmaster, was a tall sallow man in a silk hat and a frock coat of which the straight line was broken in front by a sudden little pot belly32 that looked like a football tucked in under his vest.
"That's Mr. Harrenden," said Henley. "Let's walk up to the house to avoid the rush... Gosh, look at that feather. I bet she's one of the Pittsburghers."
"In full warpaint too," said Fanshaw tittering.
"How do you do, Mr. Harrenden?"
"Howdy, boys... Glad to see you. Step right into one of those cars, or perhaps you'ld rather walk. Leave more room for the lovely ladies... See you up at the house... Why, how do you do, Mrs. Harrison-Smith?"
"Come on, Macdougan," said Henley. Fanshaw followed him through the station. They walked briskly through the main street of the town, past a row of new concrete stores, and out along a macadam road that crunched33 frostily underfoot. Now and then a limousine30 full of guests passed them.
"It's only half a mile and we have plenty of time.
"Do you know Miss Harrenden, Henley?"
"Very well... Why, I almost wanted to marry her myself at one time. She's a very lively young person."
Fanshaw glanced at him furtively34 out of the corners of his eyes. Henley had flushed red.
"Cold, the wind, isn't it?" Fanshaw said after a pause and turned up the velvet35 collar of his coat with a gloved hand.
"Extraordinary study a wedding is from the point of view of psychoanalysis."
"How do you mean?"
"Everybody gets a certain vicarious satisfaction out of it, don't you think so?"
"You mean the culmination36 of a romance? That sort of thing...?"
"I mean out of the two nice young things going off to bed together... The rest of it is just sublimation37."
"I don't think that's altogether true... I think romance much more about how they are going to buy furniture and found a home and have new visiting cards printed."
"Sublimation all of it. Look how excited all those overdressed women are?"
"Just because they are going to a party and meeting their friends and trying to look their best... I don't agree with the Freudian emphasis on the lowest in our natures. I don't think it's a good thing... Anyway civilized38 people don't let themselves think about those subjects."
"That's what I'm saying... But what they think is just a veneer39. Underneath40 our conscious thoughts and taboos41 we are over-sexed and anthropophagous savages42."
They were walking up a drive bordered by barberry bushes of which the berries stood out scarlet43 over the greybrown lawn. They scraped the soles of their shoes against the scraper beside the door on the semicircular Colonial porch and found themselves being divested44 of their hats and overcoats by a maid who gave them numbered checks in return. Then clearing their throats slightly, smoothing the tails of their cutaways with one hand, they advanced up the hall to where in a black and silver dress with a tinsel Egyptian shawl over her shoulders stood Mrs. Harrenden smiling and pyramidal.
"Dick Henley, I haven't seen you for years. We must find time to have a chat... How do you do Mr... Mr..."
"Macdougan."
"Of course... You'll find the young people right upstairs in the library... I suppose you still are classed among the young people, Dick. All seems mere45 children to me at any rate... You will help me to make an oldfashioned jolly wedding of it, won't you? It's not a social affair at all. No one is invited but a few indispensable, intimate friends. So vulgar these great society weddings... So much nicer to have only a few intimate friends..."
With a silky swish Mrs. Harrenden stalked towards the door which was encumbered46 by a new car full of guests.
At the top of the brown-carpeted stairs they ran suddenly into Cham Mason who was crawling on his hands and knees across the upper hall.
"Hello, Cham."
"Why, if it isn't Fanshaw... Look, for crissake, help me... Susie Beveridge has broken her string of pearls. We're looking for them because with all these strange people... How do you do, Henley? I hadn't seen you." He got to his feet unsteadily and rubbed his hand across his closecropped yellow hair. "Gosh, I'm tight as a tick... Come into the library and have a cocktail47... I got to have a lil' sip48 to sober me."
"I thought you were looking for the wedding ring," said Henley.
"Right after a lil' sip to sober up we mus' look for pearls again. Two of 'em rolled into the hall."
They followed Cham into the library, a great wainscoted room dense with the sweetness of the yellow mimosa that stood in pots in the fireplace. A group of girls and young men stood round a brass49 smoking table on which was a shaker and a great array of cocktail glasses shining in the grey light that poured in through a broad window. In a morrischair sat a fatfaced girl, her eyes brimmed with tears holding a lot of various sized pearls in her cupped hands.
"Count them again, Susie.... Maybe you've got them all," somebody said.
"Have a lil' cocktail with us and then we'll all look an we won't stop looking till we find every last one of 'em."
"But it's time, Cham," whined50 the girl in the morrischair.
"Well, where's Allie? I'm ready.... Here's looking at you, Fanshaw."
"Brush off your knees, they're all over dust. ... I hear the orchestra tuning51 up. Come along, everybody."
"For God's sake, don't anybody get me started laughing," said Cham straightening himself up and goosestepping stiffly towards the door.
"Come on, Cham, they are waiting," said in a voice staccato with excitement a little grey-haired grey faced man in a frock coat too long for him who appeared in the door.
"All right, Dad, I'm coming.... But, where's Allie? I refuse to be married without Allie."
Fanshaw drank down his cocktail and followed. Behind him he heard a voice still whining52, "I don't know where to put my pearls." He pulled the door to and started down the stairs beside a black toque with a cockade like a Westpointer's in it.
"My," the girl was saying, "You should have seen the rehearsal53 of the ceremony this morning. It was a scream. Everybody got the giggles54 so we couldn't go on."
"Sh-sh," went someone. Everything was quiet but for the rustle55 of dresses, an occasional cough or a sound of creaky tiptoeing. They were packed into a long drawing room down the middle of which an aisle had been made by a row of little orange trees in pots. Fanshaw flattened56 himself against the wall beside a picture that he was in constant fear of knocking down. The string orchestra grouped about the piano in the far corner behind the palms struck up. Everybody craned their necks.
"That's the overture57," whispered someone.
"What, deary?" came in broken elderly tones.
"The overture, Mother,... Beethoven."
"Ah, Beethoven."
"Sh-sh."
The overture stopped. In the silence feverish58 whispering was heard in the hall and a man's voice loud and angry: "And for Heaven's sake don't forget which pocket it's in."
"Sh-sh."
The orchestra was playing Mendelssohn's Wedding March. Fanshaw could see the heads of people moving two by two up the aisle to the end of the room where the minister stood with a purple stole round his neck. The bride and groom were hidden by an orange tree but he could see the backs of the bridesmaids in peachcolored silk and a shimmer59 of orange tulle on their hats, and the light shining on Mr. Harrenden's bald head. A sneeze across the room was stifled60 in a handkerchief. There was some coughing in the wedding party and the minister began to read the service in a chanting I nasal tone. Fanshaw was breathing deep of a heavy lemonsweet smell... Must be orange blossoms.
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The table stretched long and white in both directions, bordered by faces, black coats, bright colored hats. The shine of silver and plates and champagne61 glasses was blurred62 by cake crumbs63, rind of fruit, nutshells, napkins.
Gracious, have I had too much to drink? the thought streaked64 across the shimmer of Fanshaw's brain and the sound of voices and the smell of food. He was half turned round in his chair, talking rapidly and smoothly65, in spite of the fact that his tongue felt bigger than usual, to the girl next to him who wore a pink dress and kept laughing and laughing.
"Cultivated people in this generation," he was saying, "Are like foreigners who suddenly find themselves in a country whose language they do not know, whose institutions they do not understand, like people in one of those great state barges66 the Venetians had, that Canaletto drew so well..."
"Isn't this wedding a scream," said the girl in pink, laughing and laughing. "I've never been to such a nice wedding as this and this is my fourth already this winter... If a winter wedding's like this, what would a spring wedding be like? Aren't they just too lovely together? I think Chamberlain's awfully67 good-looking, don't you?"
They were standing68 up, moving into another room, bright dresses and black coats jamming the doorway69. Fanshaw found himself sitting alone in a deep armchair smoking a cigar. What he needed was some coffee, he was saying to himself. After an oldfashioned jolly wedding he needed coffee. He got to his feet and walked with care and deliberation to the table where the coffee service was. My, things were happening fast. Careful, he must be careful. There was no one in the room but a short pudgy man in a grey suit who was drinking a whiskey and soda70, shaking the glass meditatively71 between every sip.
"Where have they all gone?" asked Fanshaw querulously.
"Getting out the Stutz, I guess."
"How's that?" Fanshaw gulped72 some coffee.
"Didn't you know that the young couple were going on their honeymoon73 in the big red Stutz Harrenden gave them? An elegantly matched pair."
"Cham and I roomed together, Freshman74 year in college," Fanshaw found himself saying.
"Ah, College! That's the place to make connections."
They stood looking at each other nodding their heads knowingly, Fanshaw with his coffeecup, the pudgy man with his highball glass, when the sound of a racing75 motor attracted their attention. It was followed by a shout from the front of the house. Fanshaw went to the window and pulled back the curtain. The guests cheering and laughing filled the colonial porch and surged round a shaking roadster in the drive. Fanshaw caught a glimpse of Alice Harrenden's pale face under a little brown hat and veil as she climbed into the car. Her eyes were swollen76 and her lips tight as if she were going to cry. Cham waved a buff cap and opened the cutout. Rice hailed on the car. An old sneaker hit Cham in the head. He honked77 the horn, bent78 over the wheel and the car shot around the bend of the driveway. People looked at each other constrainedly79 and began going back into the house.
Somewhere quiet till this passes off, Fanshaw was thinking. He made his way back through the house and out into the garden. Why, I'm staggering down the path. Mucky underfoot from the thaw80. Bench to sit on. Dry bench. He leaned back and stared up at the streaming greypurple clouds that brightened to yellow in spots where a little sun broke through. Oughtn't to have drunk so much champagne. After all, if no one noticed... Jolly thing an oldfashioned jolly wedding. My wedding. The Macdougan wedding. If it could be Nan. But Wenny... No, no. Someone I've not met yet. Perhaps she'd have red hair, auburn hair, I a Titian blonde. Aretino had to flee Venice when he was accused of sodomy. He had eight beautiful mistresses in a great palace on the Grand Canal. And I've never had a woman. Wedding parties, fellows phoning easy girls, through all that lonely as a cloud. Horrible coward, I guess. That night walking with Wenny along the road to Blue Hill couples of girls wanting to be picked up, their eyes under the arclight clicking into ours. Hullo, kiddo. Hello, cutie. But Wenny, that sort of thing just isn't done. Danger of exposure too, scandal, disease. And the street through Somerville dark under the May-rustling trees, pink blobs of arclights and the shuddering81 green fringes of foliage82 about them and the hips83, the wabbly hips of stumpy girls. When walking, when welldressed people walked, thinking of the Renaissance84, of distant splendid things, all this surged about them out of the long streets of night. Festering web of desire, grimy probing hands, groping eyes, toughs and hard girls circling like dogs before a fight. Wrestling sweaty bodies, hands palping, feeling, feeling up.... O, I don't want to think of all that. Oldfashioned jolly wedding. Pull yourself together.
Fanshaw sat with his head buried in his hands, his elbows on his knees, staring at the gravel85 between his feet. After a while he got up, cold and stiff. The dazzle of the champagne had passed off. The orchestra in the house was playing a foxtrot. Probably caught a cold sitting out here like an idiot. He walked meditatively towards the conservatory86, scraped his feet off on the mat and stepped in. The warm sugary air was soothing87 after the rawness of outdoors. He stood a long while looking at the little sprouts88 that had formed at the tips of the fronds89 of a big Australian fern. The door at the end of the conservatory opened letting in a burst of ragtime90 from the drawing room, voices, sliding of feet on a hardwood floor. All of a sudden he wanted to go away to be walking by himself down the road to the station. He went out into the garden again for fear someone should see him and speak to him. He'd slip away without saying goodby. Such a crowd no one could possibly notice. Groping in his pocket for his coatcheck he went round the house towards the front door. In an embrasure beside a fieldstone chimney was a trellised bench, on the bench a hat of orange tulle, beside the hat a fluffy91 peachcolored dress, a flushed face thrown back, a long lock of undone92 hair curling spikily93 over a shoulder, and stooped about her, half holding her up, a young man in a black suit. Her eyes were closed, his face crushed into hers. One hand gripped the young man hard like a claw by the elbow. Fanshaw stood a moment breathless staring at them. Then he walked off fast with the blood throbbing94 in his ears.
On the way to the station he kept thinking: And the years slip by like telegraph poles past you in the train and people marry and spoon on benches and I'm always, alone, moral, refined, restrained. If I were only made like Wenny, I'd enjoy life. Disgusting, though, out in the open like that where anybody could see, worse than factory hands at Norumbega.
One must try to be beautiful about life.
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honeymoon
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freshman
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| v.（使）融化，（使）变得友善；n.融化，缓和 | |
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renaissance
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gravel
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| adj.慰藉的；使人宽心的；镇静的 | |
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| n.新芽，嫩枝( sprout的名词复数 )v.发芽( sprout的第三人称单数 )；抽芽；出现；（使）涌现出 | |
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| n.拉格泰姆音乐 | |
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