The small bright lawn stretched away smoothly1 to the big bright sea.
The turf was hemmed2 with an edge of scarlet3 geranium and coleus, and cast-iron vases painted in chocolate colour, standing4 at intervals5 along the winding7 path that led to the sea, looped their garlands of petunia8 and ivy9 geranium above the neatly10 raked gravel11.
Half way between the edge of the cliff and the square wooden house (which was also chocolate-coloured, but with the tin roof of the verandah striped in yellow and brown to represent an awning) two large targets had been placed against a background of shrubbery. On the other side of the lawn, facing the targets, was pitched a real tent, with benches and garden-seats about it. A number of ladies in summer dresses and gentlemen in grey frock-coats and tall hats stood on the lawn or sat upon the benches; and every now and then a slender girl in starched12 muslin would step from the tent, bow in hand, and speed her shaft13 at one of the targets, while the spectators interrupted their talk to watch the result.
Newland Archer14, standing on the verandah of the house, looked curiously15 down upon this scene. On each side of the shiny painted steps was a large blue china flower-pot on a bright yellow china stand. A spiky16 green plant filled each pot, and below the verandah ran a wide border of blue hydrangeas edged with more red geraniums. Behind him, the French windows of the drawing-rooms through which he had passed gave glimpses, between swaying lace curtains, of glassy parquet17 floors islanded with chintz poufs, dwarf18 armchairs, and velvet19 tables covered with trifles in silver.
The Newport Archery Club always held its August meeting at the Beauforts'. The sport, which had hitherto known no rival but croquet, was beginning to be discarded in favour of lawn-tennis; but the latter game was still considered too rough and inelegant for social occasions, and as an opportunity to show off pretty dresses and graceful20 attitudes the bow and arrow held their own.
Archer looked down with wonder at the familiar spectacle. It surprised him that life should be going on in the old way when his own reactions to it had so completely changed. It was Newport that had first brought home to him the extent of the change. In New York, during the previous winter, after he and May had settled down in the new greenish-yellow house with the bow-window and the Pompeian vestibule, he had dropped back with relief into the old routine of the office, and the renewal21 of this daily activity had served as a link with his former self. Then there had been the pleasurable excitement of choosing a showy grey stepper for May's brougham (the Wellands had given the carriage), and the abiding22 occupation and interest of arranging his new library, which, in spite of family doubts and disapprovals, had been carried out as he had dreamed, with a dark embossed paper, Eastlake book-cases and "sincere" arm-chairs and tables. At the Century he had found Winsett again, and at the Knickerbocker the fashionable young men of his own set; and what with the hours dedicated23 to the law and those given to dining out or entertaining friends at home, with an occasional evening at the Opera or the play, the life he was living had still seemed a fairly real and inevitable24 sort of business.
But Newport represented the escape from duty into an atmosphere of unmitigated holiday-making. Archer had tried to persuade May to spend the summer on a remote island off the coast of Maine (called, appropriately enough, Mount Desert), where a few hardy25 Bostonians and Philadelphians were camping in "native" cottages, and whence came reports of enchanting26 scenery and a wild, almost trapper-like existence amid woods and waters.
But the Wellands always went to Newport, where they owned one of the square boxes on the cliffs, and their son-in-law could adduce no good reason why he and May should not join them there. As Mrs. Welland rather tartly27 pointed28 out, it was hardly worth while for May to have worn herself out trying on summer clothes in Paris if she was not to be allowed to wear them; and this argument was of a kind to which Archer had as yet found no answer.
May herself could not understand his obscure reluctance29 to fall in with so reasonable and pleasant a way of spending the summer. She reminded him that he had always liked Newport in his bachelor days, and as this was indisputable he could only profess30 that he was sure he was going to like it better than ever now that they were to be there together. But as he stood on the Beaufort verandah and looked out on the brightly peopled lawn it came home to him with a shiver that he was not going to like it at all.
It was not May's fault, poor dear. If, now and then, during their travels, they had fallen slightly out of step, harmony had been restored by their return to the conditions she was used to. He had always foreseen that she would not disappoint him; and he had been right. He had married (as most young men did) because he had met a perfectly31 charming girl at the moment when a series of rather aimless sentimental32 adventures were ending in premature33 disgust; and she had represented peace, stability, comradeship, and the steadying sense of an unescapable duty.
He could not say that he had been mistaken in his choice, for she had fulfilled all that he had expected. It was undoubtedly34 gratifying to be the husband of one of the handsomest and most popular young married women in New York, especially when she was also one of the sweetest-tempered and most reasonable of wives; and Archer had never been insensible to such advantages. As for the momentary35 madness which had fallen upon him on the eve of his marriage, he had trained himself to regard it as the last of his discarded experiments. The idea that he could ever, in his senses, have dreamed of marrying the Countess Olenska had become almost unthinkable, and she remained in his memory simply as the most plaintive36 and poignant37 of a line of ghosts.
But all these abstractions and eliminations38 made of his mind a rather empty and echoing place, and he supposed that was one of the reasons why the busy animated39 people on the Beaufort lawn shocked him as if they had been children playing in a grave-yard.
He heard a murmur40 of skirts beside him, and the Marchioness Manson fluttered out of the drawing-room window. As usual, she was extraordinarily41 festooned and bedizened, with a limp Leghorn hat anchored to her head by many windings42 of faded gauze, and a little black velvet parasol on a carved ivory handle absurdly balanced over her much larger hatbrim.
"My dear Newland, I had no idea that you and May had arrived! You yourself came only yesterday, you say? Ah, business--business--professional duties . . . I understand. Many husbands, I know, find it impossible to join their wives here except for the week-end." She cocked her head on one side and languished43 at him through screwed-up eyes. "But marriage is one long sacrifice, as I used often to remind my Ellen--"
Archer's heart stopped with the queer jerk which it had given once before, and which seemed suddenly to slam a door between himself and the outer world; but this break of continuity must have been of the briefest, for he presently heard Medora answering a question he had apparently44 found voice to put.
"No, I am not staying here, but with the Blenkers, in their delicious solitude45 at Portsmouth. Beaufort was kind enough to send his famous trotters for me this morning, so that I might have at least a glimpse of one of Regina's garden-parties; but this evening I go back to rural life. The Blenkers, dear original beings, have hired a primitive46 old farm-house at Portsmouth where they gather about them representative people . . ." She drooped47 slightly beneath her protecting brim, and added with a faint blush: "This week Dr. Agathon Carver is holding a series of Inner Thought meetings there. A contrast indeed to this gay scene of worldly pleasure-- but then I have always lived on contrasts! To me the only death is monotony. I always say to Ellen: Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins. But my poor child is going through a phase of exaltation, of abhorrence48 of the world. You know, I suppose, that she has declined all invitations to stay at Newport, even with her grandmother Mingott? I could hardly persuade her to come with me to the Blenkers', if you will believe it! The life she leads is morbid49, unnatural50. Ah, if she had only listened to me when it was still possible . . . When the door was still open . . . But shall we go down and watch this absorbing match? I hear your May is one of the competitors."
Strolling toward them from the tent Beaufort advanced over the lawn, tall, heavy, too tightly buttoned into a London frock-coat, with one of his own orchids51 in its buttonhole. Archer, who had not seen him for two or three months, was struck by the change in his appearance. In the hot summer light his floridness seemed heavy and bloated, and but for his erect52 square- shouldered walk he would have looked like an over-fed and over-dressed old man.
There were all sorts of rumours53 afloat about Beaufort. In the spring he had gone off on a long cruise to the West Indies in his new steam-yacht, and it was reported that, at various points where he had touched, a lady resembling Miss Fanny Ring had been seen in his company. The steam-yacht, built in the Clyde, and fitted with tiled bath-rooms and other unheard-of luxuries, was said to have cost him half a million; and the pearl necklace which he had presented to his wife on his return was as magnificent as such expiatory54 offerings are apt to be. Beaufort's fortune was substantial enough to stand the strain; and yet the disquieting55 rumours persisted, not only in Fifth Avenue but in Wall Street. Some people said he had speculated unfortunately in railways, others that he was being bled by one of the most insatiable members of her profession; and to every report of threatened insolvency56 Beaufort replied by a fresh extravagance: the building of a new row of orchid-houses, the purchase of a new string of race-horses, or the addition of a new Meissonnier or Cabanel to his picture-gallery.
He advanced toward the Marchioness and Newland with his usual half-sneering smile. "Hullo, Medora! Did the trotters do their business? Forty minutes, eh? . . . Well, that's not so bad, considering your nerves had to be spared." He shook hands with Archer, and then, turning back with them, placed himself on Mrs. Manson's other side, and said, in a low voice, a few words which their companion did not catch.
The Marchioness replied by one of her queer foreign jerks, and a "Que voulez-vous?" which deepened Beaufort's frown; but he produced a good semblance57 of a congratulatory smile as he glanced at Archer to say: "You know May's going to carry off the first prize."
"Ah, then it remains58 in the family," Medora rippled59; and at that moment they reached the tent and Mrs. Beaufort met them in a girlish cloud of mauve muslin and floating veils.
May Welland was just coming out of the tent. In her white dress, with a pale green ribbon about the waist and a wreath of ivy on her hat, she had the same Diana-like aloofness60 as when she had entered the Beaufort ball-room on the night of her engagement. In the interval6 not a thought seemed to have passed behind her eyes or a feeling through her heart; and though her husband knew that she had the capacity for both he marvelled61 afresh at the way in which experience dropped away from her.
She had her bow and arrow in her hand, and placing herself on the chalk-mark traced on the turf she lifted the bow to her shoulder and took aim. The attitude was so full of a classic grace that a murmur of appreciation62 followed her appearance, and Archer felt the glow of proprietorship63 that so often cheated him into momentary well-being64. Her rivals--Mrs. Reggie Chivers, the Merry girls, and divers65 rosy66 Thorleys, Dagonets and Mingotts, stood behind her in a lovely anxious group, brown heads and golden bent67 above the scores, and pale muslins and flower-wreathed hats mingled68 in a tender rainbow. All were young and pretty, and bathed in summer bloom; but not one had the nymph- like ease of his wife, when, with tense muscles and happy frown, she bent her soul upon some feat69 of strength.
"Gad," Archer heard Lawrence Lefferts say, "not one of the lot holds the bow as she does"; and Beaufort retorted: "Yes; but that's the only kind of target she'll ever hit."
Archer felt irrationally70 angry. His host's contemptuous tribute to May's "niceness" was just what a husband should have wished to hear said of his wife. The fact that a coarseminded man found her lacking in attraction was simply another proof of her quality; yet the words sent a faint shiver through his heart. What if "niceness" carried to that supreme71 degree were only a negation72, the curtain dropped before an emptiness? As he looked at May, returning flushed and calm from her final bull's-eye, he had the feeling that he had never yet lifted that curtain.
She took the congratulations of her rivals and of the rest of the company with the simplicity73 that was her crowning grace. No one could ever be jealous of her triumphs because she managed to give the feeling that she would have been just as serene74 if she had missed them. But when her eyes met her husband's her face glowed with the pleasure she saw in his.
Mrs. Welland's basket-work pony-carriage was waiting for them, and they drove off among the dispersing75 carriages, May handling the reins76 and Archer sitting at her side.
The afternoon sunlight still lingered upon the bright lawns and shrubberies, and up and down Bellevue Avenue rolled a double line of victorias, dog-carts, landaus and "vis-a-vis," carrying well-dressed ladies and gentlemen away from the Beaufort garden-party, or homeward from their daily afternoon turn along the Ocean Drive.
"Shall we go to see Granny?" May suddenly proposed. "I should like to tell her myself that I've won the prize. There's lots of time before dinner."
Archer acquiesced77, and she turned the ponies78 down Narragansett Avenue, crossed Spring Street and drove out toward the rocky moorland beyond. In this unfashionable region Catherine the Great, always indifferent to precedent79 and thrifty80 of purse, had built herself in her youth a many-peaked and cross-beamed cottage- orne on a bit of cheap land overlooking the bay. Here, in a thicket81 of stunted82 oaks, her verandahs spread themselves above the island-dotted waters. A winding drive led up between iron stags and blue glass balls embedded83 in mounds84 of geraniums to a front door of highly-varnished walnut85 under a striped verandah-roof; and behind it ran a narrow hall with a black and yellow star-patterned parquet floor, upon which opened four small square rooms with heavy flock-papers under ceilings on which an Italian house-painter had lavished86 all the divinities of Olympus. One of these rooms had been turned into a bedroom by Mrs. Mingott when the burden of flesh descended87 on her, and in the adjoining one she spent her days, enthroned in a large armchair between the open door and window, and perpetually waving a palm-leaf fan which the prodigious88 projection89 of her bosom90 kept so far from the rest of her person that the air it set in motion stirred only the fringe of the anti-macassars on the chair-arms.
Since she had been the means of hastening his marriage old Catherine had shown to Archer the cordiality which a service rendered excites toward the person served. She was persuaded that irrepressible passion was the cause of his impatience91; and being an ardent92 admirer of impulsiveness93 (when it did not lead to the spending of money) she always received him with a genial94 twinkle of complicity and a play of allusion95 to which May seemed fortunately impervious96.
She examined and appraised97 with much interest the diamond-tipped arrow which had been pinned on May's bosom at the conclusion of the match, remarking that in her day a filigree98 brooch would have been thought enough, but that there was no denying that Beaufort did things handsomely.
"Quite an heirloom, in fact, my dear," the old lady chuckled99. "You must leave it in fee to your eldest100 girl." She pinched May's white arm and watched the colour flood her face. "Well, well, what have I said to make you shake out the red flag? Ain't there going to be any daughters--only boys, eh? Good gracious, look at her blushing again all over her blushes! What--can't I say that either? Mercy me--when my children beg me to have all those gods and goddesses painted out overhead I always say I'm too thankful to have somebody about me that NOTHING can shock!"
Archer burst into a laugh, and May echoed it, crimson101 to the eyes.
"Well, now tell me all about the party, please, my dears, for I shall never get a straight word about it out of that silly Medora," the ancestress continued; and, as May exclaimed: "Cousin Medora? But I thought she was going back to Portsmouth?" she answered placidly103: "So she is--but she's got to come here first to pick up Ellen. Ah--you didn't know Ellen had come to spend the day with me? Such fol-de-rol, her not coming for the summer; but I gave up arguing with young people about fifty years ago. Ellen--ELLEN!" she cried in her shrill104 old voice, trying to bend forward far enough to catch a glimpse of the lawn beyond the verandah.
There was no answer, and Mrs. Mingott rapped impatiently with her stick on the shiny floor. A mulatto maid-servant in a bright turban, replying to the summons, informed her mistress that she had seen "Miss Ellen" going down the path to the shore; and Mrs. Mingott turned to Archer.
"Run down and fetch her, like a good grandson; this pretty lady will describe the party to me," she said; and Archer stood up as if in a dream.
He had heard the Countess Olenska's name pronounced often enough during the year and a half since they had last met, and was even familiar with the main incidents of her life in the interval. He knew that she had spent the previous summer at Newport, where she appeared to have gone a great deal into society, but that in the autumn she had suddenly sub-let the "perfect house" which Beaufort had been at such pains to find for her, and decided105 to establish herself in Washington. There, during the winter, he had heard of her (as one always heard of pretty women in Washington) as shining in the "brilliant diplomatic society" that was supposed to make up for the social short-comings of the Administration. He had listened to these accounts, and to various contradictory106 reports on her appearance, her conversation, her point of view and her choice of friends, with the detachment with which one listens to reminiscences of some one long since dead; not till Medora suddenly spoke107 her name at the archery match had Ellen Olenska become a living presence to him again. The Marchioness's foolish lisp had called up a vision of the little fire-lit drawing-room and the sound of the carriage-wheels returning down the deserted108 street. He thought of a story he had read, of some peasant children in Tuscany lighting109 a bunch of straw in a wayside cavern110, and revealing old silent images in their painted tomb . . .
The way to the shore descended from the bank on which the house was perched to a walk above the water planted with weeping willows112. Through their veil Archer caught the glint of the Lime Rock, with its white-washed turret113 and the tiny house in which the heroic light-house keeper, Ida Lewis, was living her last venerable years. Beyond it lay the flat reaches and ugly government chimneys of Goat Island, the bay spreading northward114 in a shimmer115 of gold to Prudence116 Island with its low growth of oaks, and the shores of Conanicut faint in the sunset haze117.
From the willow111 walk projected a slight wooden pier118 ending in a sort of pagoda119-like summer-house; and in the pagoda a lady stood, leaning against the rail, her back to the shore. Archer stopped at the sight as if he had waked from sleep. That vision of the past was a dream, and the reality was what awaited him in the house on the bank overhead: was Mrs. Welland's pony- carriage circling around and around the oval at the door, was May sitting under the shameless Olympians and glowing with secret hopes, was the Welland villa120 at the far end of Bellevue Avenue, and Mr. Welland, already dressed for dinner, and pacing the drawing- room floor, watch in hand, with dyspeptic impatience-- for it was one of the houses in which one always knew exactly what is happening at a given hour.
"What am I? A son-in-law--" Archer thought.
The figure at the end of the pier had not moved. For a long moment the young man stood half way down the bank, gazing at the bay furrowed121 with the coming and going of sailboats, yacht-launches, fishing-craft and the trailing black coal-barges hauled by noisy tugs122. The lady in the summer-house seemed to be held by the same sight. Beyond the grey bastions of Fort Adams a long-drawn sunset was splintering up into a thousand fires, and the radiance caught the sail of a catboat as it beat out through the channel between the Lime Rock and the shore. Archer, as he watched, remembered the scene in the Shaughraun, and Montague lifting Ada Dyas's ribbon to his lips without her knowing that he was in the room.
"She doesn't know--she hasn't guessed. Shouldn't I know if she came up behind me, I wonder?" he mused123; and suddenly he said to himself: "If she doesn't turn before that sail crosses the Lime Rock light I'll go back."
The boat was gliding124 out on the receding125 tide. It slid before the Lime Rock, blotted126 out Ida Lewis's little house, and passed across the turret in which the light was hung. Archer waited till a wide space of water sparkled between the last reef of the island and the stern of the boat; but still the figure in the summer- house did not move.
He turned and walked up the hill.
"I'm sorry you didn't find Ellen--I should have liked to see her again," May said as they drove home through the dusk. "But perhaps she wouldn't have cared--she seems so changed."
"Changed?" echoed her husband in a colourless voice, his eyes fixed127 on the ponies' twitching128 ears.
"So indifferent to her friends, I mean; giving up New York and her house, and spending her time with such queer people. Fancy how hideously129 uncomfortable she must be at the Blenkers'! She says she does it to keep cousin Medora out of mischief130: to prevent her marrying dreadful people. But I sometimes think we've always bored her."
Archer made no answer, and she continued, with a tinge131 of hardness that he had never before noticed in her frank fresh voice: "After all, I wonder if she wouldn't be happier with her husband."
He burst into a laugh. "Sancta simplicitas!" he exclaimed; and as she turned a puzzled frown on him he added: "I don't think I ever heard you say a cruel thing before."
"Cruel?"
"Well--watching the contortions132 of the damned is supposed to be a favourite sport of the angels; but I believe even they don't think people happier in hell."
"It's a pity she ever married abroad then," said May, in the placid102 tone with which her mother met Mr. Welland's vagaries133; and Archer felt himself gently relegated134 to the category of unreasonable135 husbands.
They drove down Bellevue Avenue and turned in between the chamfered wooden gate-posts surmounted136 by cast-iron lamps which marked the approach to the Welland villa. Lights were already shining through its windows, and Archer, as the carriage stopped, caught a glimpse of his father-in-law, exactly as he had pictured him, pacing the drawing-room, watch in hand and wearing the pained expression that he had long since found to be much more efficacious than anger.
The young man, as he followed his wife into the hall, was conscious of a curious reversal of mood. There was something about the luxury of the Welland house and the density137 of the Welland atmosphere, so charged with minute observances and exactions, that always stole into his system like a narcotic138. The heavy carpets, the watchful139 servants, the perpetually reminding tick of disciplined clocks, the perpetually renewed stack of cards and invitations on the hall table, the whole chain of tyrannical trifles binding140 one hour to the next, and each member of the household to all the others, made any less systematised and affluent141 existence seem unreal and precarious142. But now it was the Welland house, and the life he was expected to lead in it, that had become unreal and irrelevant143, and the brief scene on the shore, when he had stood irresolute144, halfway145 down the bank, was as close to him as the blood in his veins146.
All night he lay awake in the big chintz bedroom at May's side, watching the moonlight slant147 along the carpet, and thinking of Ellen Olenska driving home across the gleaming beaches behind Beaufort's trotters.
一小片葱绿的草坪平缓地延伸到波光潋滟的大海边。
鲜红的天竺葵和锦紫苏镶在草坪的边缘，漆成巧克力色的铸铁花瓶间隔地摆在通向大海的婉蜒小路上，整齐的砾石路上空是一个个牵牛花与盾叶大竺葵绕成的花环。
在悬崖边到方形木屋中途（木屋也被漆成巧克力色，游廊的锡顶是黄棕色相间的条纹，相当于凉棚），背靠灌木丛安置了两个很大的箭靶，草坪的另一端，面对箭靶搭了个真帐篷，四周是长凳和庭院坐椅。一群身着夏装的女士和穿灰色长礼服、戴高礼帽的绅士或站在草坪上，或坐在长凳上；不时有一位穿浆棉布衣服的窈窕淑女执弓走出帐篷，朝其中的一个箭靶射出一箭，看客们则中断交谈，观看结果如何。
纽兰·阿切尔站在木屋的游廊上，好奇地俯视这一场面。在漆得锃亮的台阶两侧，一边一个硕大的蓝瓷花盆，摆放在鲜黄的瓷座上。每个花盆里都种满带穗的绿色植物。游廊底下是宽宽的一排蓝绣球花，边缘处是密密麻麻的红色天竺葵。在他身后，透过那些起居室的双扇落地玻璃门上随风摇曳的花边门帘，可以窥见玻璃般平滑的木纹地板。地板上像岛屿般分布着上光印花棉布蒲团和矮脚扶手椅，铺着天鹅绒的桌面上摆满了盛在银器里的甜点。
纽波特射箭俱乐部总是把8月份的赛会安排在博福特家。迄今为止，除了槌球，还没有哪项运动可与之抗衡的射箭运动，正由于人们对网球的喜爱而逐渐被淘汰。但网球运动仍被认为粗俗不雅，不适于社交场合。作为展示漂亮衣服和优雅姿态的机会，射箭仍固守着它的阵地。
阿切尔好奇地俯视着这熟悉的景观。令他惊异的是，当他对生活的反应发生如此彻底的改变之后，生活竟然还在沿着老路延续。是纽波特使他第一次清醒地意识到这种变化的程度。去年冬天，他和梅在纽约那所带弓形窗和庞贝式门厅的黄绿色新房里安顿下来后，就如释重负地重新过起了事务所的常规生活。日常活动的恢复像链环般把他与过去的自我联系起来。随后还发生了一连串令人兴奋的快事：首先是为梅的马车选了一匹引人注目的灰色骏马（马车是韦兰家送给他们的），其次是搬进永久的住处；另外，他还不顾家人的怀疑与不满，按自己梦寐以求的方式孜孜不倦地用黑色压纹纸、东湖书橱、“纯正”扶手椅和桌子布置了他的新图书室。在“世纪”，他又见到了温塞特，在“纽约人”，找到了跟他同类的时髦青年；他将一部分时间献身于法律，一部分用于外出吃饭或在家招待客人，偶尔还抽个晚上去听歌剧或看戏。他的生活看来依然相当实际，当然也相当本分。
然而纽波特意味着摆脱了一切责任而完全进入了度假气氛。阿切尔曾劝说梅去缅因海岸一个遥远的小岛上度夏天（那去处恰如其分地叫做荒山），有几个大胆的波士顿人和费城人曾经在那儿的“土著”村里野营，报道了那里迷人的风光与深水密林间类似捕兽人的野生生活方式。
然而韦兰一家一贯是去纽波特过夏天，他们在峭壁上拥有自己的一个小方屋。他们的女婿提不出任何正当理由说明他和梅为什么不与他们同往。正像韦兰太太相当尖刻地提醒的，对梅来说，如果条件不允许她穿，那么就犯不着在巴黎疲劳不堪地试穿那些夏装。像这一类的论点，阿切尔目前还没有办法反驳。
梅自己也不明白阿切尔为什么对这么合情合理、这么愉快的消夏方式表现出令人费解的勉强。她提醒说，当他过单身生活时一直是很喜欢纽波特的。既然这是不争的事实，阿切尔只得声称，这次他一定会比以往更喜欢那儿，因为是他们两人一起去。然而，当他站在博福特家的游廊上，注视着外面草坪上兴高采烈的人群时，不禁心头一颤，蓦然醒悟：他根本不会喜欢这儿了。
这不是梅的错，可怜的爱人。如果说他们在旅行中时而有些小小的不合拍，那么，他们回到梅熟悉的环境后也就恢复了和谐。他早就预见到梅不会令他失望，他确实没有看错。他结了婚（就像大多数年轻人那样），是因为正当他过早地厌弃了一系列毫无目标的感情冒险之时，遇到了一位十分迷人的姑娘。她代表着和睦、稳定、友谊以及对不可推卸的责任的坚定信念。
他不能说自己的选择是个失误，因为梅满足了他期待的一切。毫无疑问，能成为纽约一位最美丽、最受欢迎的年轻妻子的丈夫，是令人高兴的；更何况她还是一位性情最甜蜜又最通情达理的妻子。阿切尔对这些优点决非无动于衷。至于结婚前夕降临的那阵短暂的疯狂，他已能克制自己，认定是业已摒弃的最后一次试验。在他头脑清醒的时候，想起他还会梦想娶奥兰斯卡伯爵夫人，真感到不可思议。她仅仅作为那一串幽灵中最悲哀、最鲜活的一个留在他的记忆里。
然而经过这一番排解与清除，他的心却成了个空荡荡的回音室。他想，博福特家草坪上兴奋、忙碌的人们仿佛一群在墓地里嬉戏的孩子那样令他震惊，其原因就在于此。
他听到身旁窸窸窣窣的裙裾声，曼森侯爵夫人从起居室的落地窗口飘然而至。跟往常一样，她打扮得格外花哨，俗不可耐。头上戴着一顶意大利麦梗草帽，上面缠着一圈圈褪色的网纱，雕花象牙伞柄撑着的黑丝绒小阳伞，在比它还大的帽沿上方滑稽地晃来晃去。
“亲爱的纽兰，我还不知道你和梅已经来了！你自己是昨天才到的，是吧？啊，工作——工作——职责……我明白。我知道，很多做丈夫的除了周末都不可能来这儿陪妻子，”她把脑袋一歪，眯起眼睛，无精打采地望着他说。“可婚姻是一种长期的牺牲，就像过去我常对埃伦讲的——”
阿切尔的心脏奇怪地猛然一抽，停止了跳动，就像以前那次一样，好像“啪”地关上一道门，把他与外界隔开了。但这种间断一定是极短暂的，因为不一会儿他就听到梅多拉回答问题的声音，那问题显然是他恢复了声音后提出的。
“不，我不打算呆在这儿。我要和布兰克一家去他们普茨茅斯美妙的幽居地。博福特太好了，今天早晨他派他那一流的跑马来接我，所以我至少来得及看一眼里吉纳的花园聚会；不过今晚我就要回去过田园生活了。布兰克一家真是别出心裁，他们在普茨茅斯租了一所古朴的农居，邀请了一群有代表性的人物。”她躲在帽沿下的头轻轻一低，脸色微红地补充说： “这个星期，阿加松·卡弗博士将要在那儿主持一系列内心活动的会议呢。与这儿世俗消遣的快乐场面的确是个鲜明的对比——不过，我一直就生活在对比中！对我来说，最要命的就是单调无聊。我老是对埃伦讲：要当心无聊，它是一切罪恶的根源。但我那可怜的孩子正经历一种亢奋状态，对世事深恶痛绝。我想你知道吧，她拒绝了所有到纽波特来的邀请，甚至拒绝和她的祖母明戈特在一起。连我也很难说服她随我去布兰克家，真让人难以置信！她过着一种不正常的病态生活。唉，她若是听了我的话就好了……那时候门还开着……那时候一切都还有可能……我们何不下去看看吸引人的比赛？我听说梅也是选手之一呢。”
博福特正穿过草地，从帐篷那儿朝他们漫步走来。他高大、笨拙的身体被紧紧扣在一件伦敦长礼服中，扣眼上别着一朵自己种的兰花。阿切尔已有两三个月没见他了，对他外貌的变化感到吃惊。在夏天毒辣辣的阳光下，他脸上血色过重，有些浮肿，若不是他那挺直的宽肩膀，他走路的姿势就像个吃得过多、穿得过厚的老人。
关于博福特的流言有很多。春天，他乘坐自己的新游艇去西印度群岛进行了一次长途旅游。据说，在他所到之处，总有一位颇似范妮·琳的女士伴随。那艘游艇建造于克莱德河，装备了贴瓷砖的浴室和其他一些闻所未闻的奢侈品，听说花了他50万美元。回来时他送给妻子的珍珠项链像赎罪的贡品般华美绝伦。博福特的财产足以承受这种挥霍，然而令人不安的谣言却经久不息，不仅在第五大街而且还在华尔街流传。有人说他投机铁路亏了本；另一些人则说，他被她那一行里一个最贪得无厌的人敲了竹杠。对于每一次破产危机的报道，博福特总是以新的挥霍作答：修建一排崭新的兰花花房，购买一群新赛马，或是在他的画廊里添置一幅新的梅索尼埃或卡巴耐尔的画。
他面带平时那种半是嘲讽的微笑走近侯爵夫人和纽兰。“嗨，梅多拉！那些跑马干得怎么样？40分钟，嗯？……唔，不算坏，这就不会吓着你了。”他和阿切尔握了握手，然后随他们转过身去。他站在曼森太太另一侧，低声说了几句他们的同伴听不见的话。
侯爵夫人用她那奇特的外语回答：“我有什么办法？”这句法语更让博福特愁眉紧锁；但他瞧着阿切尔时却装出一副好模样，面带祝贺的笑容说：“瞧，梅要夺得头奖了。”
“啊，这么说头奖还是留在自家人手上了，”梅多拉用流水般的声音说。这时他们已走到帐篷跟前，博福特太太裹着少女戴的红紫色棉布围巾和飘逸的面纱迎了上来。
恰巧梅·韦兰从帐篷里走了出来。她一身素装，腰间束一条淡绿色的丝带，帽子上绕着常春藤编织的花环，那副狄安娜女神般超然的神态就跟订婚那天晚上走进博福特家舞厅时一模一样。此刻，她目光中似乎没有一丝思绪，心里也没有任何感觉。她丈夫虽知道她两者兼备，却再次惊异于她的超凡脱俗。
她手握弓箭，站在草地上的粉笔标记后面，将弓举至肩头，瞄准目标。她的姿态十分典雅，一出场便博得一阵轻轻的赞美声。阿切尔感到了所有者的喜悦，正是这种感觉时常诱骗他沉浸于片刻的幸福。她的对手有里吉·奇弗斯太太、梅里家的姑娘们，还有索利家、达戈内特家及明戈特家几位面色红润的女孩，她们焦急地站在她身后，十分可爱地围成一堆。棕色的头发、金色的支架、浅色的棉布服饰及带花环的帽子，在起射线上方混合成一道柔和的彩虹。沐浴着盛夏的光辉，姑娘们个个年轻漂亮，却没有哪一个像他妻子那样如宁芙般从容自如。这时，只见她绷紧肌肉，笑眉一颦，全神贯注地使足了劲。
“天呀！”阿切尔只听劳伦斯·莱弗茨说，“没人会像她那样拿弓的。”博福特回击道：“不错。可只有这样她才能射中靶子。”
阿切尔感到一阵无端的愤怒。男主人对梅“优雅举止”略带轻蔑的恭维本应是做丈夫的希望听到的，一个内心粗鄙的人发现她缺乏魅力，这不过是又一次证明她的品质高尚而已。然而，这些话却使他心里有一丝震动。假如“优雅”到了最高境界竟变成其反面，帷幕后面竟是空洞无物，那将怎么办呢？他看着梅——她最后一轮射中靶心后，正面色红润、心态平静地退出场地——心中暗自想道：他还从未揭开过那片帷幕。
她坦然地接受对手和同伴的祝贺，表现出最最优雅的姿态。没有人会嫉妒她的胜利，因为她让人觉得即使她输了，也会这样心平气和。然而当她的目光遇到丈夫的眼睛时，他那愉快的神色顿然使她容光焕发。
韦兰太太那辆精工制作的马车正等候着他们。他们在四散的马车中穿行离场，梅握着缰绳，阿切尔坐在她身旁。
下午的阳光仍然滞留在美丽的草坪上与灌木丛中，车辆排成两行在贝拉乌大街来往行进，有四轮折篷马车，轻便马车，双座活篷马车及双人对座马车。车上载着盛装的女士、绅士们，他们或是从博福特的花园聚会上离去，或是结束了每天下午的海滨兜风赶着回家。
“我们去看看外婆好吗？”梅突然提议说。“我想亲自告诉她我得了奖。离吃饭时间还早着呢。”
阿切尔默许了，她拨马沿纳拉甘塞特大街下行，横穿斯普林街后，又向远处多石的荒地驶去。就在这片无人问津的地方，一贯无视先例与节俭的老凯瑟琳，在她年轻的时候选中一块俯瞰海湾的便宜地面，为自己建了一座有许多尖顶和横梁的乡村别墅。在矮小浓密的橡树丛中，她的游廊延伸到点缀着小岛的水面上。一条婉蜒的车道通向漆得锃亮的胡桃木前门，路的一侧有几只铁铸牡鹿，另一侧是一个个长满天竺葵的土丘，上面嵌着些蓝色玻璃球。门的上方是带条纹的游廊顶篷，门内狭长的走廊里铺的是星形图案的木条地板，黑白间色。走廊里共有4个方型小房间，天花板下贴着厚厚的毛面纸，一位意大利画匠将奥林匹斯山诸神全部涂在了上面。自从明戈特太太发福以后，其中的一间就改成了她的卧室；相邻的那间供她消磨时光。她端坐在敞开的门与窗之间一把大扶手椅里，不停地挥着芭蕉扇。由于她异常突出的胸部使扇子远离身体的其他部位，所以扇起的风只能吹动扶手罩的边穗。
因为是老凯瑟琳的干预加快了他的婚事，她对阿切尔表现出施惠者对受惠人的热情。她相信他是由于不可抗拒的爱才缺乏耐心，作为冲动的热情崇拜者（只要不会让她破费），她老是像个同谋似的对他亲切地眨眨眼睛，开个暗示性的玩笑。幸运的是梅似乎对此无动于衷。
她兴致勃勃地观察、品评比赛结束时别在梅胸前的那枚钻石包头的箭形胸针。她说，在她们那个年代，一枚金银丝装饰的胸针就让人心满意足了；但是不可否认，博福特把事情办得着实很漂亮。
“这可真是件传家宝呢，亲爱的，”老夫人咯咯笑着说，“你一定要把它传给你的大女儿。”她捏了捏梅白皙的胳膊，注视着她脸上涌起的红潮。“哎呀！我说什么了让你脸上打出了红旗？难道不要女儿——只要儿子吗，嗯？老天爷，瞧，她又红上加红了！怎么——这也不能说？老天——当我的孩子们恳求我把男女诸神全都画在头顶上时，我总是说，太感谢了，这样谁也不用到我这儿来了，我什么也不用怕了！”
阿切尔哈哈大笑，梅也亦步亦趋，笑得眼睛都红了。
“好了，现在给我讲讲这次聚会吧，亲爱的。从梅多拉那个傻瓜口中，我可休想听到一句实话，”老祖宗接着说。这时梅却大声说：“你说梅多拉姨妈！她不是去了普茨茅斯吗？”老祖宗心平气和地答道：“是啊——不过，她得先来这儿接埃伦。哎——你们还不知道吧？埃伦来和我呆了一天。不来这儿过夏天可真是太蠢了，不过我有50年不跟年轻人抬扛了。埃伦——埃伦！”她用苍老的尖声喊道，一面使劲向前探身，想看一眼游廊那边的草坪。
没有回音。明戈特太太不耐烦地用手杖敲打着光亮的地板。一个缠着鲜亮头巾的混血女佣应声而来，告诉女主人她看见“埃伦小姐”沿小路去海边了。明戈特太太转向了阿切尔。
“像个好孙子那样，快去把她追回来。这位漂亮女士会给我讲聚会的事，”她说。阿切尔站了起来，仿佛像在梦里一般。
自从他们最后一次见面以来，一年半的时间里，他经常听到人们提起“奥兰斯卡”的名字，他甚至熟悉这段时间她生活中的主要事件。他知道，去年夏天她呆在纽波特，并频频涉足社交界；但到了秋季，她忽然转租了博福特费尽周折为她觅得的“理想寓所”，决定去华盛顿定居。冬天，阿切尔听说（人们总能听到华盛顿漂亮女人的事），她在一个据说要弥补政府之不足的“卓越外交学会”里大出风头。阿切尔十分超脱地听了那些故事，听了关于她的仪表、她的谈话、她的观点与择友的各种相互矛盾的报道，就像在听对一个早已故去的人的回忆那样。直到这次射箭比赛，梅多拉突然提到了她的名字，他才感到埃伦·奥兰斯卡又变成了活生生的人。侯爵夫人那笨拙的咬舌音唤出了炉火映照的小客厅的影像，以及空寂无人的道路上回归的马车车轮的声响。他想起了曾经读过的一个故事：几个托斯卡纳农民的孩子，在路旁的洞穴里点燃一捆草，在他们涂画的坟墓里唤出默然无语的故人的影像……
通向海滨的路从宅院坐落的斜坡一直延伸到水边一条人行小道，路旁垂柳依依。阿切尔透过柳慢瞥见了石灰崖的闪光，还有崖上冲刷得雪白的塔楼和英雄的守塔人艾达·刘易斯住的小房子，她将在里面度过年高德劭的余生。越过灯塔是一片平坦的水域和官方在山羊岛竖起的难看的烟囱。海湾向北延伸是金光闪闪的普鲁登斯岛，岛上满是低矮的橡树，远处的科拿内柯特海岸在暮雹中一片朦胧。
从绿柳掩映的小径上拱起一道纤细的木质防波堤，一直延伸到一幢宝塔式的凉亭；塔里站着一位女士，斜倚栏杆，背对着海岸。阿切尔见此停住脚步，恍然如从梦中醒来。过去的回忆只是一场梦，而现实是坡顶那所房子里等着他的那些事情：韦兰太太的马车沿着门外椭圆形轨迹遛了一圈又一圈；梅坐在伤风败俗的奥林匹斯众神之下，因为隐秘的希望而容光焕发；贝拉乌大街尽头的韦兰别墅，在那儿，韦兰先生已穿好就餐礼服，手持怀表，在客厅里踱来踱去，脸色阴郁而焦躁不安——因为这个家里的人永远都清楚什么钟点办什么事。
“我是什么人？女婿——”阿切尔心想。
防波堤尽头的人影纹丝不动。年轻人在半坡上站了很久，注视着海湾来来往往的帆船、游艇、渔船以及由喧噪的拖轮拖着的运煤黑驳船掀起层层波浪。凉亭里的女士似乎也被这景色吸引住了。在灰蒙蒙的福特·亚当斯城堡远处，拉长的落日碎裂成千万个火团；那光辉映红了一只从石灰崖与海滨的夹道中驶出的独桅船船帆。阿切尔一边观看，一边想起了在《肖兰》中看到的那一幕：蒙塔古将艾达·戴斯的丝带举到唇边，而她却不知他在房间里。
“她不知道——她想不到。如果她出现在我身后，我会不会知道？”他沉思着；忽然又自言自语地说：“如果在帆船越过石灰崖上那盏灯之前她不转过身来，我立刻就走。”
船随着退却的潮水滑行，滑过石灰崖，遮住了艾达·刘易斯所在的小房子，越过了挂灯的塔楼。阿切尔等待着，直到船尾与岛上最后一块礁石之间出现一道很宽的闪闪发光的水域，凉亭里的人影依然纹丝未动。
他转身朝山上走去。
“真遗憾你没找到埃伦——我本想再见见她的，”他们在薄暮中驱车回家时梅说道。“可也许她并不在乎——看来她变化太大了。”
“变化？”她丈夫平淡地应声说，眼睛盯着马抽搐的耳朵。
“我是说她对自己的朋友那么冷漠，放弃了纽约和她的家，和那么古怪的人混在一起。想想吧，她在布兰克家会多么不自在！她说这是为了防止梅多拉姨妈受损害，阻止她嫁给讨厌的人、可有时候我想，我们一直很让她厌烦。”
阿切尔没有搭话，她接下去说：“我终究还是不明白，她跟她丈夫在一起是不是会更快活些。”话语间带有一丝冷酷，这是阿切尔在她那坦率稚嫩的声音中从未听到过的。
阿切尔爆发出一阵笑声。“上天啊！”他喊道；当她困惑地皱着眉转过脸看他时，他又说：“我以前可从没听你说过一句冷酷话。”
“冷酷？”
“对——观察受罚者的痛苦扭动应该是天使们热衷的游戏。但我想，即使是他们也不会认为人在地狱里会更快活。”
“那么，她远嫁异国可真是件憾事，”梅说，她那平静的语气俨然如韦兰太太应付丈夫的怪癖。阿切尔感到自己已被轻轻推人不通情理的丈夫一族。
他们驶过贝拉乌大街，转弯从两根顶部装着铸铁灯的削角木门柱间通过，这标志着到了韦兰别墅。窗户里已透出闪闪的灯光，马车一停，阿切尔便瞥见岳父恰如他想象的那样，正手持怀表，在客厅里踱来踱去，脸上一副烦闷的表情——他早就发现这样远比发怒灵验。
年轻人随妻子走入门厅，感到心情发生了一种奇怪的变化。在韦兰家的奢华与浓厚的韦兰氛围之中，充满了琐碎的清规戒律与苛求，老是像麻醉剂一样悄悄侵入他的机体。厚重的地毯，警觉的仆人，无休无止嘀嘀嗒嗒提醒的时钟，门厅桌子上不断更新的一叠叠名片与请柬——它们结成一条专横的锁链，把家庭的每个成员每时每刻捆缚在一起，并使任何丰富的、不够系统的生存方式都成为不真实、不可靠的。然而此时此刻，变得虚幻而无足轻重的却成了韦兰的家，以及这个家里等待他的那种生活，而海滨那短短的一幕，他站在半坡上踌躇不决的那一幕，却像他血管里流的血一样与他贴近。
整整一夜他都没有入睡。在那间印花棉布布置的宽敞卧室里，他躺在梅的身旁看着斜照在地毯上的月光，想象着埃伦·奥兰斯卡坐在博福特的马车后面，穿过闪光的海滩回家的情景。
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