“This is our table,” said Quentin.
He clapped his hands, and the landlord, a man by the name of El Pullí, appeared; he ordered some crabs4, a ration5 of fried fish, and a bottle of Montilla. Then he said:
“Bring me the bill for everything I owe.”
El Pullí returned presently with the crabs, the fried fish, and the wine, and, upon a dish; a paper upon which several letters and figures had been scrawled6 in blue ink.
Quentin took the paper, pulled out several bills from his vest pocket, and proceeded to toss them upon the plate.
“Is that right?” he asked of El Pullí.
“It must be right if you counted it,” replied the man.[194]
“Here’s something for the boy,” added Quentin, putting a dollar upon the table.
“I have two boys, Don Quentin,” answered El Pullí slyly.
“Well, then, here’s something for the other one.”
That clinking of silver produced an extraordinary effect in the tavern. Every one looked at Quentin, who, pretending not to notice the fact, began to eat and to carry on an animated7 conversation with his friend.
At this point two men approached the table: one was tall, smiling, some thirty years old, toothless, with a black beard and reddish, blood-shot eyes; the other was short, blond, timid-and insignificant-looking.
Quentin greeted them with a slight nod, and indicated that they should be seated.
“Here,” said Quentin to Springer, indicating the man with the beard, “you have a thoroughgoing poet; the only bad thing about him is his name: he is called Cornejo. He is Corneille translated into Cordovese. But sit down, gentlemen, and order what you like; then we shall talk.”
The two men seated themselves.
The poet looked something like a carp, with his dull, protruding8 eyes. He wore very short trousers, checked yellow and black, and carried a cane9 so worn by use that he had to stretch out his arm to touch the ground with it. From what Quentin said, Cornejo was a fantastic individual. He had on a blue, threadbare coat which he called his “black suit,” and a ragged10 overcoat which he called his “surtout.” He always had patches in his trousers; sometimes these were made of cloth, and sometimes of rawhide11; he lived in the perpetual combination of a zealous12 appetite and an empty stomach; he fed only[195] upon alcohol and vanity; hence his poetical13 compositions were so ethereal that they were windy, rather than wingèd verse.
Once when he was walking with a comrade who was also a poet and a ragamuffin, he said, pointing to some grand ladies in a carriage:
“My lad, they are looking at us with a contempt that is ... inexplicable14.”
The fellow went through life wandering from tavern to tavern, reciting verses of Espronceda and Zorilla; sometimes between the madrigals and romances, he composed some terrible poems of his own in which he appeared as a ferocious15 person who cared for no liquid but blood, for no perfume but the odour of graveyards16, and for no skies but tempestuous17 ones.
Cornejo was very popular among the workingmen, and he knew all the toughs and ruffians who swarmed18 in the taverns19. The short, blond chap who accompanied him was nervous.
“This gentleman,” said the poet to Quentin, pointing to the little fellow, “is the printer. If you can give him something....”
“Very well. How much do I owe you?” asked Quentin.
“Here is the invoice,” said the little man humbly20.
“Don’t bring any invoices21 to me! How much is it?”
“Forty dollars.”
“Good. That’s all right.”
Quentin filled a glass of wine, and the printer looked at him rather anxiously.
“How much do you need to assure the publication of the paper for three months?[196]”
The printer took out paper and pencil and rapidly made some figures.
“Two hundred dollars,” said he.
“Good,” replied Quentin, and he took some bills from his pocket-book and put them upon the table. “Here are the two hundred dollars. I’ll pay you the forty that I owe you when I can.”
“That’s all right,” said the printer, picking up the money without daring to count it. “Would you like me to give you a receipt?”
“I—What for?”
The printer rose, bowed ceremoniously, and went out.
“How about you, Cornejo?” murmured Quentin. “Do you need some?”
“Throw me ten or twelve dollars.”
“Here are twenty; but you’ve got to get to work. If you don’t, I’ll kick you out.”
“Don’t you worry.” The poet stuck the bill carelessly into his pocket, and began to listen to the conversation of the persons at the next table. One of these was a man with a huge beard whom they called El Sardino; the other was a charcoal-burner with a grimy face called El Manano.
“Listen to this conversation,” said the poet. “It’s worth it.”
“But what does that man give you?” El Manano was saying to El Sardino, making strange grimaces22 with his sooty face, and waving his arms.
“He gives me nothing,” replied the other very seriously, “but he reports me.”
“He reports you! You must be easy!”
“It’s true.”
“But what good has it done you to know him?[197]”
“It’s done me a lot of good, and I am grateful.”
“That’s almost like scratching a place to lie down in, comrade,” said El Manano meaningly.
“Well, I’m like that,” replied El Sardino. “Of course nothing gets ahead of me, and I always take my hat off so they can see the way my hair is parted.”
“You’ve told me that before.”
“I don’t understand a word of what they are saying,” said the Swiss with a smile.
“Nor do they understand each other,” remarked Quentin.
“That’s their way of talking,” said the poet.
“And who are those fellows?” asked Springer.
“El Sardino is an itinerant23 pedlar,” replied Cornejo. “He makes sling-shots for the children out of branches of rose-bay, and whistles out of maiden-hair ferns; the kind that have little seeds in them to make them trill. El Manano is a charcoal-burner.”
“Of whom were they speaking?”
“Probably of Pacheco.”
“The bandit?” asked Springer.
Cornejo fell silent; glanced at Quentin, and then, swallowing, murmured:
“Don’t say it so loud; he has many friends here.”
“That’s what we are,” replied Quentin.
The poet could not have been pleased by this turn of the conversation, for without saying another word, he addressed the charcoal-burner:
“Hello, Manano!” he cried. “It looks as if we’d caught it now, eh? Well, look out they don’t take you to La Higuerilla!”
“Me!—to La Higuerilla?” exclaimed the drunkard; “nobody can do that![198]”
“Don’t you want to go there any more?”
“No.”
“Why not? You used to be glad to go.”
“Because they used to treat a fellow right; but now, as you’ve said in poetry, they don’t give you anything but water, a blow or two with a stick now and then, and that stuff that smells so bad ... pneumonia24.”
The poet smiled at this testimony25 of his popularity.
El Sardino and El Manano had resumed their same parabolic manner of speech, when there came humming into the tavern a small, straight man with a short, black moustache that looked as if it were painted on his lip, a broad-brimmed hat pulled over his eyes, a huge watch chain across his vest, and a knotted and twisted stick.
When Springer caught sight of this ludicrous individual, he smiled mockingly, and the poet said:
“Here’s Carrahola.”
“What a funny chap!”
“He’s a bully26,” replied Cornejo.
“Bah!” exclaimed Quentin, “he’s a poor fellow, who because he is so small, has the fad27 of carrying everything extra large: his stick, his sombrero, his cigar-case.”
And indeed, as if to demonstrate this, Carrahola pulled a silver watch, as white and as large as a stew-pan, from his vest pocket, and after ascertaining28 the time, asked the landlord:
“Has Se?or José come yet?”
“No, Se?or.”
“But is he coming?”
“I can’t tell you; I think so.”
Carrahola went up to the table at which Quentin, Springer, and Cornejo were sitting, drew up a chair, and sat down without greeting them.[199]
“This is a great night for finding lone29 jackasses, Carrahola,” said the poet, turning to the little man.
The fellow turned his head as if he had heard the voice from the other side of the room, and paid no attention. Carrahola doubtless considered himself a great bully; he noted30 the expectancy31 in the tavern, so he seized Quentin’s glass, held it up to the light, and emptied it with one swallow. Quentin took the glass, and, without saying a word, took careful aim, and tossed it through an open window. Then, clapping his hands, he said to El Pullí who came toward him:
“A glass; and kindly32 notify this person,” and he pointed33 to Carrahola, “that he is in the way here.”
“Move on,” said the innkeeper; “this table is occupied.”
Carrahola pretended not to understand; he took a plug of tobacco and a knife from his coat, and began to scrape tobacco; then he suddenly put the instrument upon the table.
“What do you do with that?” inquired Quentin, pointing to the blade with his finger. “Flourish it?”
Carrahola rose tragically34 from the table, put his knife away slowly, seized his enormous knotted stick, insinuated35 himself into his broad hat, gave a little pull to the lapels of his coat, and said dryly and contemptuously:
“Some one is talking in here who would not dare to speak thus in the street.”
This said, he spat36 upon the floor, wiped away the spittle by rubbing it with the sole of his boot, and stood looking over his shoulder.
“And what does that mean?” asked Quentin.
“That means, that if you are a man, we’ll have two[200] glasses now, and then go and cut each other’s hearts out.”
Without replying Quentin stood up, seized Carrahola by the neck of his coat, lifted him like a puppet, and let him fall upon the soles of his boots, which struck the floor with a ludicrous sound. Everybody burst out laughing. Carrahola charged furiously at Quentin with lowered head; but the latter with the easy movement of a boxer37, threw him over his hip38 into the air; then he took him in his two strong hands, pushed him up to the window, and watch, knife, broad-brimmed hat and all, tossed him into the street.
“You’ll have to learn how to treat people politely,” said Quentin after the operation was over.
“What a lad!” exclaimed El Manano. “He dropped him in the box like a letter!”
Murmurs39 of admiration40 were heard all over the tavern. Then a boy, or a small man (one could not determine his age easily), with reddish hair and a very freckled41 face, a mutilated cala?és, and a twill coat, came hopping42 toward Quentin.
“Good evening,” he said. “El Garroso, that carter over there, has some friends who say that if he ‘tried wrists’ with you, he could beat you. We say he couldn’t do it. Would you like to try wrists with him, Don Quentin?”
“No, not now, thanks.”
“Excuse me if I was wrong to ask you; but some are betting on you and others on him.”
“Whom did you bet on?”
“On you.”
“Good, then let’s go over.”
“El Rano is always making bets,” said Cornejo.[201]
“Is his name El Rano?”
“Haven’t you noticed his face?”
The little man turned around, and Springer was forced to suppress a smile. Sure enough, he looked exactly like a frog, with his protruding, bulgy43, stupid-looking eyes, his broad face, bottle-shaped nose, and mouth that spread from ear to ear.
“Where is El Garroso?” asked Quentin.
“At that table over there.”
A man arose, smiling; he was round shouldered, with bow legs and arms, a square head, a bull neck, and a swelling44 something like a coxcomb45 in the middle of his forehead.
El Rano, El Garibaldino, and El Animero placed a table and two chairs in the middle of the tavern. El Garroso sat down, followed directly by Quentin.
“Well, as this is not a fighting matter,” said Quentin to El Garroso, “we’ll have two rounds, eh?”
“Sí, Se?or.”
They placed their elbows upon the table, clasped hands, and the chairs, the table, and even the bones of the adversaries46 began to creak.
El Garroso turned red; a vein47 in his forehead, as large as a finger, looked as if it were about to burst. Quentin was impassive.
“Do you think you are going to lose, Rano?” he said to the little man.
“No, indeed.”
“That’s right. Now you’ll see.” And without making an apparent effort—crack! El Garroso’s arm fell to the table, his knuckles48 striking the boards forcibly.
Every one was astonished.
“Good, now let’s try it again,” said Quentin.[202]
“No, no. You’re stronger than I am,” murmured El Garroso.
Quentin said that it was all a matter of practice, and was chatting away, when Carrahola, who could not have been hurt by his fall, doubtless lifting himself by his hands, and hoisting49 himself until his head reached the height of the window through which he had made his exit so brusquely, shouted with a prolongation of the “o”:
“Gallego!”
“I’m going out and beat him up,” said El Pullí. “I’ll show him something pretty fine;” and the man closed the window and barred it with a stick.
Presently Carrahola shouted through the keyhole of the street door:
“Oscurantista!”
At this moment some one knocked at the door, Pullí opened it, and Pacheco and a friend, both wrapped in cloaks, entered, followed by Carrahola.
“The peace of God be with you, gentlemen,” said Pacheco. “Who is it that is entertaining himself by throwing my friends through the window?”
“It was I,” replied Quentin.
“Ah! Is that you? I didn’t see you.”
“Yes, sir; and I’ll throw him out again if he bothers me.”
“If it was you, that’s another matter,” said Pacheco. “I know that you don’t like to stick your nose into other people’s affairs.”
Springer observed with surprise the prestige that Quentin enjoyed among that class of people. Pacheco and his friend, who was a toreador called Bocanegra,[203] sat down. Quentin introduced them to the Swiss, and they all fell into an animated conversation.
Carrahola remained some distance away, in an attitude of suspicion.
“Come, Carrahola,” said Pacheco, “it was your fault.”
“Then excuse me, if I was wrong,” said Carrahola.
“Nothing has happened at all,” said Quentin, holding out his hand. “Take a glass, and let’s be friends.”
Bocanegra, the toreador, said ironically:
“Come now, Carrahola, this isn’t the first beating you ever had.”
“Nor will it be the last,” replied the other very seriously.
Springer watched the people with great curiosity. He was surprised at Pacheco’s courtesy: one could see that he was cultured; a man of natural superiority, neat, and with well-kept hands. The toreador was a strong-looking fellow with bright eyes and white teeth.
“One moment,” said Quentin. “Pacheco, please come here.”
The bandit got up, and the two men went to one end of the table and conversed50.
“Have you seen the Count?” asked Quentin.
“Yes.”
“What does he say?”
“That the woman is mad; that he has only been married once, like every one else.”
“All we have to do is to go to the town and get hold of the wedding certificate. Send one of your men.”
“I’ll need money for that, comrade.[204]”
“I have some. I’m going to give you all I have left. If you have time, pay El Cuervo what I owe him.”
“Very well.”
Quentin emptied his pocket upon the table.
“There’s more than enough here,” said the bandit. “You’d better keep some.”
Quentin put away a few bills, and they rejoined the group.
The conversation again turned upon revolutionary ideas, about which Pacheco and Bocanegra were most enthusiastic. The bandit spoke51 very devotedly52 of General Prim53.
“I don’t think there is a man like him in the world, and you needn’t laugh, comrade,” said Pacheco to Quentin, “you are not as patriotic54 as I am.”
“Every person admires his own likeness,” replied Quentin coldly.
“Do you think I am like Prim?” asked the bandit.
“No. It is Prim who is like Pacheco.”
“I think I ought to be angry with you....”
Suddenly El Sardino’s voice interrupted the conversation, shouting:
“Look here, leave me alone; you’re making my head hot.”
El Manano, in the midst of the confusion, at that moment doubtless remembered his business of charcoal-burning, for he examined closely his interlocutor’s head, which was huge, and murmured in a thick voice:
“Why, it would take a whole cartload of wood even to soften55 it a little!”
Everybody laughed when they saw El Sardino’s expression of indignation, and went on talking.
“One can do nothing here,” said Pacheco to Springer.[205] “We talk a lot, but words are as far as we get. We Andalusians are very like the colts from this part of the country: a great deal of hoof56 with very little sole.”
“Don’t say that, Se?or José,” Cornejo ejaculated indignantly.
“I say it because it is true. What do all those men on the committee do? Will you tell me? What good is that Lodge57?”
“Even God’s interpreter don’t know that,” said El Manano, who had joined the group in the last stages of alcoholic58 intoxication59. “But here,” and he struck his chest, “is a man, Se?or José ... a man among men ... willing to die on a barricade60. Sí, Se?or ... and whenever you or Don Quentin give the signal, we’ll get after the Oscurantistas.... Long live the Constipation, and death to Isabella II!”
“That will do, that will do. Get out,” said the bandit.
“But I’m always liberal, Se?or José ... here, and everywhere else....”
“Let’s go,” said Quentin. “He’ll be giving us a great drubbing.”
They got up, and the innkeeper lighted their way to the street door with a small lamp. They walked together as far as El Gran Capitán; Cornejo, Bocanegra and Pacheco turned in the direction of Los Tejares; Quentin and the Swiss went down the Calle de Gondomar.
“But what do you expect of those people?” Springer asked presently.
“I! I don’t know, my boy; now—to be strong, ... later—we shall see.”
“Do you read Machiavelli?”
“I read nothing. Why?[206]”
“You are an extraordinary man, Quentin.”
“Bah!”
“Really. A type worth studying.”
“Well, look here, if you wish to study me, go to the Café del Recreo some night. There you’ll meet the girl that’s living with me.”
“I shall go.”
They had reached Las Tendillas; it was very late, and the two friends took leave of each other with a warm handshake.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
tavern
|
|
| n.小旅馆，客栈；小酒店 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
zinc
|
|
| n.锌；vt.在...上镀锌 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
influx
|
|
| n.流入，注入 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
crabs
|
|
| n.蟹( crab的名词复数 )；阴虱寄生病；蟹肉v.捕蟹( crab的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
ration
|
|
| n.定量(pl.)给养，口粮；vt.定量供应 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
scrawled
|
|
| 乱涂，潦草地写( scrawl的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
animated
|
|
| adj.生气勃勃的，活跃的，愉快的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
protruding
|
|
| v.（使某物）伸出，（使某物）突出( protrude的现在分词 )；凸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
cane
|
|
| n.手杖，细长的茎，藤条；v.以杖击，以藤编制的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
ragged
|
|
| adj.衣衫褴褛的，粗糙的，刺耳的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
rawhide
|
|
| n.生牛皮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
zealous
|
|
| adj.狂热的，热心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
poetical
|
|
| adj.似诗人的；诗一般的；韵文的；富有诗意的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
inexplicable
|
|
| adj.无法解释的，难理解的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
ferocious
|
|
| adj.凶猛的，残暴的，极度的，十分强烈的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
graveyards
|
|
| 墓地( graveyard的名词复数 )； 垃圾场； 废物堆积处； 收容所 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
tempestuous
|
|
| adj.狂暴的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
swarmed
|
|
| 密集( swarm的过去式和过去分词 )； 云集； 成群地移动； 蜜蜂或其他飞行昆虫成群地飞来飞去 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
taverns
|
|
| n.小旅馆，客栈，酒馆( tavern的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
humbly
|
|
| adv. 恭顺地，谦卑地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
invoices
|
|
| 发票( invoice的名词复数 )； （发货或服务）费用清单； 清单上货物的装运； 货物的托运 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
grimaces
|
|
| n.（表蔑视、厌恶等）面部扭曲，鬼脸( grimace的名词复数 )v.扮鬼相，做鬼脸( grimace的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
itinerant
|
|
| adj.巡回的；流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
pneumonia
|
|
| n.肺炎 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
testimony
|
|
| n.证词；见证，证明 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
bully
|
|
| n.恃强欺弱者，小流氓；vt.威胁，欺侮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
fad
|
|
| n.时尚；一时流行的狂热；一时的爱好 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
ascertaining
|
|
| v.弄清，确定，查明( ascertain的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
lone
|
|
| adj.孤寂的，单独的；唯一的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
noted
|
|
| adj.著名的，知名的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
expectancy
|
|
| n.期望，预期，（根据概率统计求得）预期数额 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
kindly
|
|
| adj.和蔼的，温和的，爽快的；adv.温和地，亲切地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
pointed
|
|
| adj.尖的，直截了当的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
tragically
|
|
| adv. 悲剧地，悲惨地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
insinuated
|
|
| v.暗示( insinuate的过去式和过去分词 )；巧妙或迂回地潜入；（使）缓慢进入；慢慢伸入 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
spat
|
|
| n.口角，掌击；v.发出呼噜呼噜声 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
boxer
|
|
| n.制箱者，拳击手 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
hip
|
|
| n.臀部，髋；屋脊 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
murmurs
|
|
| n.低沉、连续而不清的声音( murmur的名词复数 )；低语声；怨言；嘀咕 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
admiration
|
|
| n.钦佩，赞美，羡慕 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
freckled
|
|
| adj.雀斑；斑点；晒斑；（使）生雀斑v.雀斑，斑点( freckle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
hopping
|
|
| n. 跳跃 动词hop的现在分词形式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
bulgy
|
|
| a.膨胀的；凸出的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
swelling
|
|
| n.肿胀 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
coxcomb
|
|
| n.花花公子 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
adversaries
|
|
| n.对手，敌手( adversary的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
vein
|
|
| n.血管，静脉；叶脉，纹理；情绪；vt.使成脉络 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
knuckles
|
|
| n.（指人）指关节( knuckle的名词复数 )；（指动物）膝关节，踝v.（指人）指关节( knuckle的第三人称单数 )；（指动物）膝关节，踝 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
hoisting
|
|
| 起重，提升 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
conversed
|
|
| v.交谈，谈话( converse的过去式 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
spoke
|
|
| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
devotedly
|
|
| 专心地； 恩爱地； 忠实地； 一心一意地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
prim
|
|
| adj.拘泥形式的，一本正经的；n.循规蹈矩，整洁；adv.循规蹈矩地，整洁地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
patriotic
|
|
| adj.爱国的，有爱国心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
soften
|
|
| v.(使)变柔软；(使)变柔和 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
hoof
|
|
| n.(马，牛等的)蹄 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
lodge
|
|
| v.临时住宿，寄宿，寄存，容纳；n.传达室，小旅馆 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
alcoholic
|
|
| adj.（含）酒精的，由酒精引起的；n.酗酒者 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
intoxication
|
|
| n.wild excitement;drunkenness；poisoning | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
barricade
|
|
| n.路障，栅栏，障碍；vt.设路障挡住 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |