IN Mrs. Levy1's attractive drawing-room, Bertha's guests were assembled for the tea-party.
Lizzie Heartwell, the first to arrive, was ushered2 into the brightly lighted room, to find Mrs. Levy the only occupant.
"I welcome you gladly, Miss Heartwell," said Mrs. Levy, rising and taking Lizzie by the hand. "I have long desired your acquaintance, knowing my daughter's friendship for you. Pray be seated."
"I thank you, Mrs. Levy," replied Lizzie, "I indeed esteem3 it an honor to meet the mother of such a friend as Bertha."
"My daughter will be present by and by. I regret that necessity compels her non-appearance as yet. Sit nearer the fire."
Lizzie drew closer to the glowing grate, and they continued a pleasant conversation till Bertha appeared.
"What a handsome woman!" thought Lizzie, as she occasionally surveyed Mrs. Levy from head to foot during the tête-à-tête.
And she was a handsome womam, dressed quietly but richly in black satin, her head adorned4 only by the clustering curls she had worn from her girlhood. There was little change even in their arrangement, and only an occasional thread of silver here and there bespoke5 the touch of time. Her eyes were still beautiful, but their lustre6 had been dimmed by the tears of her widowhood.
Bertha bore the same cast of beauty that distinguished7 her mother, yet time's developing, modelling work for her was not yet completed. When the guests were duly assembled, Bertha approached her mother, who was still entertaining Lizzie, appearing quite fascinated with her daughter's friend, and said, "Mother, won't you release your prisoner now? Helen Le Grande wishes her to join the group over there by the window, in a game of euchre."
"Certainly, my dear. I trust Miss Heartwell will pardon me if I have detained her too long."
"Come, Lizzie, come along," said Bertha; and then added, in an undertone, "you know what I promised to show you, Lizzie. Come with me; let them make up the game without you."
"Oh! yes, that album; show it to me," said Lizzie, following Bertha to a well-filled etagere, from which she took a handsomely bound album, saying, "This is from Asher. Isn't it lovely?"
"Indeed it is," replied Lizzie.
"Mamma says I do not know who sent it to me, as there is no name anywhere. She does not wish me to think it's from Asher, but I know it is. It's just like him to do such nice things," and, bending her head closer to Lizzie, Bertha continued, "you see, Lizzie, I am awfully8 disappointed because mamma would not allow me to invite him here to-night. I am just as vexed9 as I well can be."
"Won't some of these other gentlemen answer in his stead?" asked Lizzie, smiling.
"Bosh! no; all of these, and forty more, are not equal to Asher Bernhardt, in my estimation. I love Asher, I tell you, and I mean to marry him, one of these days; do you hear me?"
"Marry! how you talk! A girl of your age presuming to say that you will marry such and such a one," said Lizzie, laughing.
"Indeed! I consider myself woman enough to decide whom I like, better than any one else, whether you call that old enough to marry, or not. But let me tell you what mamma said to-day, when she caught me kissing the album. 'Bertha Levy'--and oh! she looked so straight and solemn at me that I almost trembled--'Bertha Levy, are you going to make yourself ridiculous about that strolling player, Asher Bernhardt? Tell me.' 'You know he plays the flute10 superbly, and that's what I like.' Then I said meekly11:
"'I know that he loves me.'
"'You know nothing of that sort, and you are a very silly girl. This is the way you regard my teachings, is it, fancying strolling players at private theatricals12? What! could you promise yourself to marry such a man--a man whose chief recomendation is, that he can play the flute?'
"'Happiness,' I whispered.
"'Wretchedness, you mean! Well, I forbid you ever thinking of him again. I shall never, never, consent to such a thing, never while I am your mother. Remember my words now!'
"Oh! Lizzie, wasn't that awful, mamma is so hard on him! I--"
"Bertha, Bertha!" called a voice from the opposite side of the room, which Bertha at once recognized as her mother's and immediately turned toward Mrs. Levy, leaving Lizzie standing13 alone.
"For shame, my daughter!" said Mrs. Levy, in a low tone to Bertha, "to keep Miss Heartwell standing talking all the evening about your supposed present from Asher Bernhardt! I shall not allow you company again until you improve in politeness, and I will destroy that cherished book. Do you hear me? Go at once and see that Miss Heartwell is seated."
Bertha bowed her head, in token of obedience14, and as she turned back to join Lizzie, Leah Mordecai was approaching the piano, accompanied by Emile Le Grande.
Leah Mordecai was a superb singer, yet it was only at the request of friends that her soul flowed forth15 in song. On this evening her music was delicious, and Emile Le Grande, always fond of the divine art, was bewitched with the beauty of her voice. When her singing ceased, the sadness still rested upon her face, and in Emile's heart there was a new-born sensation--that of pleasure mingled16 with fear.
The evening hours wore on. The hours that bore away the Jewish Sabbath were rolling in the Christian17 day of rest, and Lizzie Heartwell, in obedience to her uncle's request not to "tarry at her pleasure too late," was the first to separate from the happy band.
An hour later, as the Citadel18 clock sounded the hour of midnight, Judge Le Grande's carriage rolled rapidly toward the mansion19 of Benjamin Mordecai, bearing home his beautiful daughter, escorted by Emile Le Grande.
This night, as Lizzie Heartwell was slowly disrobing for the remaining hours of slumber20 after her return home, she glanced into the small mirror before her, and thought audibly--"Emile Le Grande seemed quite charmed to-night with Leah; he hung around her like a shadow, and part of the evening he seemed moody21 and almost miserable22. How strange if he should fall in love with her! She's a grand girl. I don't think she could fancy Emile Le Grande. I wonder why Leah called herself 'the despised' yesterday. Well, we shall see."
Mrs. Levy's guests had departed, one by one, till the mother and daughter were left alone in the deserted23 room.
"Mamma," Bertha said at length, shrugging her dainty figure, and gazing thoughtfully into the fire, "I do believe that Emile Le Grande is in love with Leah Mordecai, and she with him."
"Be ashamed, Bertha, to think of such a thing! I believe you are insane on the subject of love. Have you forgotten that she is a Mordecai."
"Oh! Love's love, mamma, Mordecai or not Mordecai! I think Emile Le Grande a fine fellow."
"Would you be impudent24, Bertha?" said her mother, eyeing her sharply.
"Oh! not for the world, mamma. Do forgive me, if you think so, and let us retire, for I have an awful task of study awaiting me to-morrow."
1 levy | |
n.征收税或其他款项,征收额 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2 ushered | |
v.引,领,陪同( usher的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 esteem | |
n.尊敬,尊重;vt.尊重,敬重;把…看作 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4 adorned | |
[计]被修饰的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 bespoke | |
adj.(产品)订做的;专做订货的v.预定( bespeak的过去式 );订(货);证明;预先请求 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 lustre | |
n.光亮,光泽;荣誉 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 distinguished | |
adj.卓越的,杰出的,著名的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 awfully | |
adv.可怕地,非常地,极端地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 vexed | |
adj.争论不休的;(指问题等)棘手的;争论不休的问题;烦恼的v.使烦恼( vex的过去式和过去分词 );使苦恼;使生气;详细讨论 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 flute | |
n.长笛;v.吹笛 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 meekly | |
adv.温顺地,逆来顺受地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 theatricals | |
n.(业余性的)戏剧演出,舞台表演艺术;职业演员;戏剧的( theatrical的名词复数 );剧场的;炫耀的;戏剧性的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 standing | |
n.持续,地位;adj.永久的,不动的,直立的,不流动的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 obedience | |
n.服从,顺从 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15 forth | |
adv.向前;向外,往外 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16 mingled | |
混合,混入( mingle的过去式和过去分词 ); 混进,与…交往[联系] | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17 Christian | |
adj.基督教徒的;n.基督教徒 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18 citadel | |
n.城堡;堡垒;避难所 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19 mansion | |
n.大厦,大楼;宅第 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20 slumber | |
n.睡眠,沉睡状态 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21 moody | |
adj.心情不稳的,易怒的,喜怒无常的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22 miserable | |
adj.悲惨的,痛苦的;可怜的,糟糕的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23 deserted | |
adj.荒芜的,荒废的,无人的,被遗弃的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24 impudent | |
adj.鲁莽的,卑鄙的,厚颜无耻的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |