He has deceived her, she tells herself bitterly, but now that he has won her, the mask of courtliness is laid aside, and he shows the iron hand that was hidden beneath the velvet5 glove.
But a few short weeks had fled, and he begins to play the tyrant6 already.
Her passionate7, undisciplined nature rises up in hot rebellion against his injustice8. The foolish jealousy9 of his old age appears very contemptible10 to her youthful eyes. She does not try to excuse it to herself. A great revulsion of feeling comes over her, chilling the gentle growth of tenderness and gratitude11 in her heart. Her manner grows cold, reserved, almost offensively haughty12.
Ere this first cloud on the matrimonial horizon clears away the grand ball of the season comes off. The gay visitors at Long Branch dance every night, but this is to be the most brilliant affair of any—a "full dress affair" is what the ladies call it—meaning to say that they wear their finest dresses and costliest13 jewels—the gentlemen likewise.
The night is cloudless, balmy, beautiful—such nights as we have in the last of July when the moon is full and Heaven martials its hosts of stars in the illimitable canopy14 above. The spacious15 ball-room is thronged16 with revelers. The dreamy, passionate strains of waltz-music float out upon the air, filling it with melody.
Standing18 beside a window is Colonel Carlyle, in elegant evening[Pg 67] dress, looking very stately and distinguished19 despite his seventy years. Leaning on his arm is Felise Herbert, looking radiant in rose-colored satin and gauze, with a diamond fillet clasping her dark hair, and diamonds shining like dew on her bare throat and rounded arms. Smiles dimple her red lips as she watches the animated20 scene about her, and her dark eyes shine like stars. Her companion thinks that he never saw her half so handsome before as she hangs on his arm and chatters21 airy nothings in his ears.
"Look at our little Bonnibel," she says, in a tone of innocent amusement; "is she not a demure22 little coquette? She looks like a veritable snow-maiden, as cold and as pure, yet she has young Penn inextricably prisoned in her toils23, and everyone knows it—no one better than herself."
His glance follows hers across the room to where his young wife stands a little outside the giddy circle of waltzers, leaning on the arm of a handsome, dreamy-looking youth, and despite the jealous pang24 that thrills him at Felise's artful speech, his heart throbs25 with a great love and pride at her exceeding beauty.
She looks like a snow-maiden, indeed, as her enemy says. She wears costly26 white lace over her white silk, and her cheeks and brow, her arms and shoulders are white as her dress. Colonel Carlyle's wedding gift, a magnificent set of diamonds, adorns27 her royally. There is not a flower about her, nothing but silk and laces and costly gems28, yet withal, she makes you think of a lily, she looks so white, and cold, and pure in the whirl of rainbow hues29 around her.
Her companion bends toward her, speaking earnestly, yet she listens with such apparent indifference30 and almost ennui31 that if that be coquetry at all it can surely be characterized by no other term than that of Felise—"demure."
"I thought that Penn's loves were all ideal ones," the colonel says, trying to speak carelessly as he watches his wife's companion closely. "To judge from his latest volumes of poems, the divinities of his worship are all too ethereal to tread this lower earth."
Felise laughs significantly as her companion ceases to speak.
"Byron Penn, despite the ethereal creatures of his brain, is not proof against mortal beauty," she says. "Remember, Colonel Carlyle, that angels once looked down from Heaven and loved the women of earth."
"He is a graceful32 waltzer," her companion returns, as the young poet circles the waist of the snow-maiden with one arm and whirls her into the mazes33 of the giddy, breathless waltz.
"Very," says Felise, watching the graceful couple as they float around the room, embodying34 the very poetry of motion.
She is silent a moment, then looks up into her companion's face with a slightly curious expression.
"Pardon my question," she says, thoughtfully; "but do you quite approve of married women waltzing with other men than their husbands?"
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He starts and looks at her sharply. The innocent deference36 and unconsciousness of her voice and face are perfect.
"Since you ask me," he says, slowly, "I may say that upon mature consideration I might think it was not exactly comme il faut. Yet I have really never before given a second thought to the subject. It is quite customary, you know, and it seems even more excusable in my wife than other women, since I never waltz myself, and she would be compelled to forego that pleasure entirely37 unless she shared it with others."
"Oh, pray do not think that I have any reference to Bonnibel," exclaimed Felise, hurried and earnestly, "I was speaking altogether in the abstract. Yet I fully35 agree with you that your wife would be more excusable for many little errors of head and heart than most women. She is scarcely more than a child, and has never had the proper training to fit her for her present sphere. Her uncle was culpably38 indulgent to her, and hated to force her inclination39, which was very adverse40 to study or application of any kind. Consequently our little Bonnibel, though beautiful as a dream, is little more than an unformed child. She should be in the school-room this minute."
Every word is spoken with such a pretty air of excusing and defending the young wife's errors, and condemning41 her dead uncle as their cause, that Colonel Carlyle is entirely deceived. He did not know that Bonnibel was so neglected and unformed before, but he takes it on trust since Felise is so confident of it, and the thought rankles42 bitterly in his proud heart. But he passes over the subject in silence and returns to the primal43 one.
"So you would not, as a rule, Miss Herbert, commend the practice of married women waltzing with other men than their husbands?"
She drops her eyes with a pretty air of mingled44 confusion and earnestness.
"Perhaps you will call me prudish," she says, "or perhaps I may be actuated by the more ignoble45 passion of jealousy; but I have always felt that were I a man it would be insupportable shame and agony for me to see my wife, whom I loved and revered46 as a being little lower than an angel, whirled about a common ball-room in the arms of another, while the gaping47 public nodded and winked48."
She saw a look of shame and pain cross his face as his eyes followed the white figure floating round the room in the clasp of Byron Penn's arms.
"I suppose there are not many women who feel as strongly on that subject as you do," he says, slowly.
"Oh, dear, no, nor men either, or they would not permit their wives such license," is the quick reply.
The waltz-music ceases with a bewildering crash of melody, and some one comes up and claims Felise for the next german. She floats away airily as a rose-colored cloud on her partner's arm, and leaves her victim alone. He stands there quite silently a little, seeming lost in troubled thought, then goes to seek his wife.
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He finds her the center of an admiring circle, the young poet, Byron Penn, conspicuous49 among them.
With a slight apology to his friends he offers his arm and leads her away from the throng17 out to the long moonlighted piazzas50.
"Shall I find you a seat or will you promenade52?" he inquires politely.
"Oh! promenade, by all means," she answers a little constrainedly53.
They take a few turns up and down the long piazza51, Mrs. Carlyle's long robe trailing after her with a silken "swish, swish;" she makes no observation, does not even look at him.
Her large eyes wander away and linger upon the sea that is glorious beyond description with the radiance of the full moon mirrored in its deeps, and making a pathway of light across its restless waves.
She thinks vaguely54 that the golden streets of the celestial55 city must look like that.
"I hope you are enjoying the ball?" her liege lord observes interrogatively.
"As much as I ever enjoy anything," she returns listlessly.
"Which means——" he says, quickly, then checks himself abruptly56.
She finishes his sentence with a dreary57 little sigh:
"That I do not enjoy anything very much!"
He looks down at her, wondering at the unusual pathos58 of her tone, and sees a face to match the voice.
Moonlight they say brings out the true expression of the soul upon the features.
If that be true then Bonnibel Carlyle bears a sad and weary soul within her breast.
The white face looks very spirituelle in the soft, mystical light, and the delicate lips are set in a line of pain.
No man likes to see his wife unhappy. It is a reflection upon himself. It is his first duty to secure her happiness. Colonel Carlyle is nettled59, and says, half querulously:
"I am sorry to see you ennuyed where everything seems conspiring60 to promote your happiness. Can I do nothing to further that end?"
Her large eyes look up at him a moment in grave surprise at his fretful tone. Then she says to herself in apology for him:
"He is old, and I have heard that old people become irritated very easily."
"Pray do not trouble yourself over my thoughtless words, sir," she says, aloud. "I am tired—that is all. Perhaps I have danced too much."
"It was of that subject I wished to speak with you when I brought you out here," he answers, abruptly. "Are you very fond of the waltz, Bonnibel?"
"I like it quite well;" this after a moment's study. "There is something dreamy, intoxicating61, almost delightful62 in the music and the motion."
A spasm63 of jealousy contracts his heart. He speaks quickly and with a labored64 breath.
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"I have never waltzed in my life, and cannot, of course, enter into the feelings of those who have, but I can see what I am about to ask may be a great sacrifice to you."
She glances up inquiringly into his face, but he will not meet her eyes.
"Bonnibel, I want you to give up waltzing altogether—will you do it?" he asks, bruskly.
"Give up waltzing?" she echoes, in surprise. "Is not that a very sudden notion, Colonel Carlyle? I did not know you harbored any objections to the Terpsichorean65 art."
"I do not in the abstract," he answers, evasively. "But you will pardon me for saying that I consider it exceedingly indelicate and improper66 for a married woman to dance with any man but her husband. That is why I have asked you to give it up for my sake."
"Do other people think the same way, sir?" she inquires timidly.
"All right-minded people do," he answers firmly, quite ignoring the fact that he is a perfectly67 new proselyte to his boldly announced conviction of the heinousness68 of the waltz.
Silence falls between them for a little time. They have stopped walking and stand leaning against the piazza rails. Quite unconsciously she has pulled a flower from his elegant boutonniere, and is tearing it to pieces between her white-gloved fingers. She looks up as the last rose-leaf is shredded69 away between her restless fingers and asks, quietly:
"Would it please you very much to have me give up waltzing, sir?"
"More than words can express, my darling; are you going to make me happy by the promise?"
"I am quite willing to please you, sir, when it is possible for me to do so," she answers quite gently; "you have my promise."
"Bonnibel, you are an angel!" exclaims the enraptured70 colonel. He draws his arm around her an instant and bends to kiss her lips. "A thousand thanks for your generous self-sacrifice!"
"You need not thank me, sir—it is not much of a sacrifice," she answers, dryly.
She has drawn71 out her programme of the dances for the evening and is hurriedly consulting it.
"I find that I am engaged for one more waltz," she says, carelessly. "I suppose you do not object to my dancing that? It would be embarrassing to excuse myself."
"Your partner is—whom?" he inquires, with a slight frown.
Again she consults her programme.
"It is Mr. Penn."
"Cannot you excuse yourself? Say you are tired? Your head aches? Women know how to invent suitable excuses always—do they not?"
"I will do as you wish, sir," she answers, in so low a voice that he does not catch its faint inflection of scorn.
Other promenaders come out on the piazza, and one or two[Pg 71] laughing jests are thrown at him for keeping the "belle72 of the ball away from her proper sphere."
"Perhaps I am selfish," he says. "Let us return to the ball-room, my love."
"As you please," she answers.
He leads her back and lingers by her side awhile, then it strikes him that les proprietes do not sanction a man's monopolizing73 his wife's company in society. With a sigh he leaves her, and tries to make himself agreeable to other fair women.
He has hardly left her before the band strikes up "The Beautiful Blue Danube," and Byron Penn starts up from some remote corner, from which he has witnessed her return to the ball-room.
"This is our waltz, is it not?" he says, with a tremor74 of pleasure in his voice.
A slight flush rises over Bonnibel's cheek.
"I believe it is," she answers; "but if you will not think me very rude, Mr. Penn, I am going to ask you to excuse me from it. I am tired and shall dance no more this evening."
"You are very cruel," says the poet, plaintively75; "but if you wish to atone76 for your injustice you will walk down to the shore with me and look at the moonlight on the sea, and hear how delicious the music sounds down there. You can form no conception of its sweetness when mellowed77 by a little distance and blent with the solemn diapason of the waves."
"If you will go and tell my maid to bring me a shawl," she answers, indifferently, "I will go with you for a minute."
He returns with a fleecy white wrap, and they stroll away from the "dancers dancing in tune78."
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| （使）成熟( mellow的过去式和过去分词 )； 使色彩更加柔和，使酒更加醇香 | |
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