"Do come," she said vivaciously2.
I did not remember that I had ever seen her, and believed already that she was mistaking me for somebody else, when suddenly it came into my mind who she was. She was the girl who had slept next to me during my first stay at the home—the girl with the large, bright eyes and the auburn hair. I was now glad after all that somebody knew and greeted me.
"Are you looking out for a situation?" I asked her during supper.
"No," she replied, "I am living here"; and then she told me that she was a correspondent for German. I listened and shook my head.
"I cannot understand how you can put up with it—to stay here for good."
"Why?" she asked.
"Well, on account of the sleeping."
"I am used to it."
"I could never get used to that."
"In this world," she replied, "one has to put up with lots of things." And while she said that, her face grew very sad. When the bell rang for prayers we stood together, and when the hymn3 was sung I listened to the soft melancholy4 note that trembled in the girl's voice. The next morning I decided5 to go to the British Museum, since they all told me "everyone ought to see that."
It was only a few minutes' walk from the home, so I did not have to make many inquiries6 about the way. When I arrived at the entrance I was charmed with the countless7 pigeons, which seemed to be quite tame and fearless, even taking food out of the people's hands. I should have loved to remain there and watch the sweet, graceful8 birds, but there was something within that reproached me for my indifference9 towards the treasures of the British Museum itself. In order to quiet that something, I at last mounted the steps leading to the different rooms. I am sorry to say that my knowledge is far too small to appreciate the treasures accumulated in these rooms. I remember innumerable things, black from age, lying behind glass cases; their meaning and value, however, I did not understand. When I entered the room with the Egyptian mummies I felt the same reverence10 that I felt as a child on entering a church, and I only dared to walk about on tip-toe. That respect passed, however, the longer I gazed at the dark, lean faces, and finally they seemed to me to be no more than large babies put in swaddling clothes. There in front of me, a glass case held the last remains11 of a King—a hand adorned12 with yellow rings. Once upon a time that same hand had moved imperiously, and a thousand slaves had trembled at the sign. "Where is thy country to-day—where thy army, and where art thou thyself, oh mighty13 King? And what, oh tell me, became of all thy agonies, and what became of all thy joys?" Thus I questioned the dark hand with its yellow rings, and the reply I found was a conviction new to me. That there does not exist a real self—that God has not finished His creation yet—that we are the means towards an object, but not the object itself.
After much wandering to and fro, I arrived at a room that also contained glass cases, to which large and small pieces of brown paper were carefully pinned. At first I looked at them with wondering curiosity, but next minute I was overcome with awe15. The brown pieces of paper were papyrus16, which I had often heard of, but never seen. There were several of them, but I returned again and again to the one above which stood the following inscription17: "Papyrus with five verses of an ode by Sappho to her brother Charaxus."
I could not turn my eyes away from it, and thus it happened that I went to the British Museum every day for the three weeks, in order to see the pigeons and the papyrus. I had an idea in my head of stealing the papyrus, but failed to accomplish that noble purpose owing to two policemen who were stationed close by, and who began to watch me suspiciously. Although the papyrus has, as I can see, not yet lost its old attraction, I must not forget to mention my visit to the famous "Tower." There, however, I did not care very much for the splendid armour18 which decorated the walls, nor for the large diamond in the jewel-room, round which the public crowded. I left rather quickly the narrow corridors, together with the gloomy rooms, and sat down on a bench in the court-yard, contemplating19 with melancholy feelings the bright brass20 plate in front of me, which stated that two young beautiful queens had been beheaded on that spot. The sunburnt leaves of autumn danced over it to-day.
I returned to the home rather late from such excursions, expected most impatiently by the girl who had attached herself to me more and more closely. By-and-by a friendship sprang up between us, the cause of which I could never explain. I think it was her eyes, which at times looked so strangely sad, that had attracted me, and although she had never confided21 in me, I felt sure that she was troubled by some secret sorrow. One day when we sat together and chatted, a letter from my friend was handed to me. I had been expecting it for a long while, and was very pleased with it. He wrote that he worked until midnight every day, and begged me to forgive his silence. He would write more fully14 as soon as he could spare time. My friend noticed how happy the few lines had made me, and smilingly she asked me whether that letter was from someone for whom I cared very much, and was that someone perhaps a man? I hesitated a little, and then told her about him. While I did so, she grew more and more sad, and at last she cried.
"I wish," she said, "I had known you before I went to Paris."
At that I felt much consternation22, and could not understand her.
"Why," I asked at last, "did you have so little companionship there?"
"No, no," she said, springing to her feet, "too much—far too much."
Before I had understood what she meant, the door opened and some of the girls entered. We therefore began to talk about indifferent matters, but I could see that my friend was not at her ease. Her cheeks were very pale, and her smile affected23. A few days later I received a note from my mistress telling me that she was coming back in a week's time, and that she wanted me to leave the home. This was very bad news for my friend; she kept with me constantly, and declared that she would not know what to do when I had gone. On the day before my departure she was again strangely moved, and often began sentences without finishing them.
"Is there anything that troubles you?" I asked her.
"Yes."
"Yes," she replied, in a voice more agonized25 than any I had ever heard. Then she closed her large, bright eyes, and, as if afraid to hear her own words, she told me in a whisper something that was very sad.
After she had finished we both cried.
"Is the child a girl or a boy?" I asked at last.
"A girl," she replied tonelessly.
"And is it living?"
"I don't know."
I jumped from my bed and looked at her incredulously.
"How is that possible? Don't you know whether your child is living or not?"
She stared at me with a stupid, helpless look, and my pity was aroused.
"Tell me everything," I pleaded softly: "perhaps it will take a load from your heart."
After that she told me everything. How the man had neglected and abandoned her, how she had faced hunger for nine months to keep her baby with her, how she had fallen ill at last, and was compelled to separate from the child in order to save it from starvation. While she told me all this, her tears flowed incessantly26, and I stroked her hands.
"To whom did you give your baby?" I asked in a low voice.
She closed her eyes again as if recollecting27 something, and said:
"In Paris there is a place where one may leave a child without being obliged to tell one's name."
"And there?..."
She nodded, and leant wearily on the bed.
"But you must have been mad—now you can't recognize your child again."
"Oh yes," she replied, shaking her head violently, "I can recognize it again; each of the children receives a ring of thin metal round its wrists, and on the ring there is a number."
I was silent, and we went down because the bell had rung for supper. We both ate very little, and when the hymn was sung later, I heard nothing but the soft, melancholy note that trembled in the girl's voice. During the whole evening we said no more about the matter. I busied myself with packing up, and went to bed very late. For a long while, however, I could not go to sleep. Several times I sat up in my bed and glanced at my friend. She was lying quite still, and I believe she was asleep. At last my eyes closed too, and half awake and half asleep, I imagined that I saw a little girl who played in a dingy28 yard; she had the same large, bright eyes, and the same mass of auburn hair as my friend, only round its wrist there shone a small ring of metal, and on the ring a number was hanging.
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adj.引诱人的,令人心动的v.(用头或手的动作)示意,召唤( beckon的现在分词 ) | |
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adv.快活地;活泼地;愉快地 | |
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n.赞美诗,圣歌,颂歌 | |
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n.调查( inquiry的名词复数 );疑问;探究;打听 | |
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n.敬畏,尊敬,尊严;Reverence:对某些基督教神职人员的尊称;v.尊敬,敬畏,崇敬 | |
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