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1、【英文文学】The PatagoniaChapter 1The houses were dark in the August night and the perspective of Beacon Street, with its double chain of lamps, was a foreshortened desert. The club on the hill alone, from its semi-cylindrical front, projected a glow upon the dusky vagueness of the Common, and as I passed

2、 it I heard in the hot stillness the click of a pair of billiard balls. As every one was out of town perhaps the servants, in the extravagance of their leisure, were profaning the tables. The heat was insufferable and I thought with joy of the morrow, of the deck of the steamer, the freshening breez

3、e, the sense of getting out to sea. I was even glad of what I had learned in the afternoon at the office of the company that at the eleventh hour an old ship with a lower standard of speed had been put on in place of the vessel in which I had taken my passage. America was roasting, England might ver

4、y well be stuffy, and a slow passage (which at that season of the year would probably also be a fine one) was a guarantee of ten or twelve days of fresh air.I strolled down the hill without meeting a creature, though I could see through the palings of the Common that that recreative expanse was peop

5、led with dim forms. I remembered Mrs. Nettlepoints house she lived in those days (they are not so distant, but there have been changes) on the water-side, a little way beyond the spot at which the Public Garden terminates; and I reflected that like myself she would be spending the night in Boston if

6、 it were true that, as had been mentioned to me a few days before at Mount Desert, she was to embark on the morrow for Liverpool. I presently saw this appearance confirmed by a light above her door and in two or three of her windows, and I determined to ask for her, having nothing to do till bedtime

7、. I had come out simply to pass an hour, leaving my hotel to the blaze of its gas and the perspiration of its porters; but it occurred to me that my old friend might very well not know of the substitution of the Patagonia for the Scandinavia, so that it would be an act of consideration to prepare he

8、r mind. Besides, I could offer to help her, to look after her in the morning: lone women are grateful for support in taking ship for far countries.As I stood on her doorstep I remembered that as she had a son she might not after all be so lone; yet at the same time it was present to me that Jasper N

9、ettlepoint was not quite a young man to lean upon, having (as I at least supposed) a life of his own and tastes and habits which had long since drawn him away from the maternal side. If he did happen just now to be at home my solicitude would of course seem officious; for in his many wanderings I be

10、lieved he had roamed all over the globe he would certainly have learned how to manage. None the less I was very glad to show Mrs. Nettlepoint I thought of her. With my long absence I had lost sight of her; but I had liked her of old; she had been a close friend of my sisters; and I had in regard to

11、her that sense which is pleasant to those who, in general, have grown strange or detached the feeling that she at least knew all about me. I could trust her at any time to tell people what a respectable person I was. Perhaps I was conscious of how little I deserved this indulgence when it came over

12、me that for years I had not communicated with her. The measure of this neglect was given by my vagueness of mind about her son. However, I really belonged nowadays to a different generation: I was more the old ladys contemporary than Jaspers.Mrs. Nettlepoint was at home: I found her in her back draw

13、ing-room, where the wide windows opened upon the water. The room was dusky it was too hot for lamps and she sat slowly moving her fan and looking out on the little arm of the sea which is so pretty at night, reflecting the lights of Cambridgeport and Charlestown. I supposed she was musing upon the l

14、oved ones she was to leave behind, her married daughters, her grandchildren; but she struck a note more specifically Bostonian as she said to me, pointing with her fan to the Back Bay I shall see nothing more charming than that over there, you know! She made me very welcome, but her son had told her

15、 about the Patagonia, for which she was sorry, as this would mean a longer voyage. She was a poor creature on shipboard and mainly confined to her cabin, even in weather extravagantly termed fine as if any weather could be fine at sea.Ah, then your sons going with you? I asked.Here he comes, he will

16、 tell you for himself much better than I am able to do.Jasper Nettlepoint came into the room at that moment, dressed in white flannel and carrying a large fan.Well, my dear, have you decided? his mother continued, with some irony in her tone. He hasnt yet made up his mind, and we sail at ten oclock!

17、What does it matter, when my things are put up? said the young man. There is no crowd at this moment; there will be cabins to spare. Im waiting for a telegram that will settle it. I just walked up to the club to see if it was come theyll send it there because they think the house is closed. Not yet,

18、 but I shall go back in twenty minutes.Mercy, how you rush about in this temperature! his mother exclaimed, while I reflected that it was perhaps his billiard-balls I had heard ten minutes before. I was sure he was fond of billiards.Rush? not in the least. I take it uncommonly easy.Ah, Im bound to s

19、ay you do, Mrs. Nettlepoint exclaimed, inconsequently. I divined that there was a certain tension between the pair and a want of consideration on the young mans part, arising perhaps from selfishness. His mother was nervous, in suspense, wanting to be at rest as to whether she should have his compan

20、y on the voyage or be obliged to make it alone. But as he stood there smiling and slowly moving his fan he struck me somehow as a person on whom this fact would not sit very heavily. He was of the type of those whom other people worry about, not of those who worry about other people. Tall and strong

21、, he had a handsome face, with a round head and close-curling hair; the whites of his eyes and the enamel of his teeth, under his brown moustache, gleamed vaguely in the lights of the Back Bay. I made out that he was sunburnt, as if he lived much in the open air, and that he looked intelligent but a

22、lso slightly brutal, though not in a morose way. His brutality, if he had any, was bright and finished. I had to tell him who I was, but even then I saw that he failed to place me and that my explanations gave me in his mind no great identity or at any rate no great importance. I foresaw that he wou

23、ld in intercourse make me feel sometimes very young and sometimes very old. He mentioned, as if to show his mother that he might safely be left to his own devices, that he had once started from London to Bombay at three-quarters of an hours notice.Yes, and it must have been pleasant for the people y

24、ou were with!Oh, the people I was with ! he rejoined; and his tone appeared to signify that such people would always have to come off as they could. He asked if there were no cold drinks in the house, no lemonade, no iced syrups; in such weather something of that sort ought always to be kept going.

25、When his mother remarked that surely at the club they were going he went on, Oh, yes, I had various things there; but you know I have walked down the hill since. One should have something at either end. May I ring and see? He rang while Mrs. Nettlepoint observed that with the people they had in the

26、house an establishment reduced naturally at such a moment to its simplest expression (they were burning-up candle-ends and there were no luxuries) she would not answer for the service. The matter ended in the old ladys going out of the room in quest of syrup with the female domestic who had appeared

27、 in response to the bell and in whom Jaspers appeal aroused no visible intelligence.She remained away some time and I talked with her son, who was sociable but desultory and kept moving about the room, always with his fan, as if he were impatient. Sometimes he seated himself for an instant on the wi

28、ndow-sill, and then I saw that he was in fact very good-looking; a fine brown, clean young athlete. He never told me on what special contingency his decision depended; he only alluded familiarly to an expected telegram, and I perceived that he was probably not addicted to copious explanations. His m

29、others absence was an indication that when it was a question of gratifying him she had grown used to spare no pains, and I fancied her rummaging in some close storeroom, among old preserve-pots, while the dull maid-servant held the candle awry. I know not whether this same vision was in his own eyes

30、; at all events it did not prevent him from saying suddenly, as he looked at his watch, that I must excuse him, as he had to go back to the club. He would return in half an hour or in less. He walked away and I sat there alone, conscious, in the dark, dismantled, simplified room, in the deep silence

31、 that rests on American towns during the hot season (there was now and then a far cry or a plash in the water, and at intervals the tinkle of the bells of the horse-cars on the long bridge, slow in the suffocating night), of the strange influence, half sweet, half sad, that abides in houses uninhabi

32、ted or about to become so in places muffled and bereaved, where the unheeded sofas and patient belittered tables seem to know (like the disconcerted dogs) that it is the eve of a journey.After a while I heard the sound of voices, of steps, the rustle of dresses, and I looked round, supposing these t

33、hings to be the sign of the return of Mrs. Nettlepoint and her handmaiden, bearing the refreshment prepared for her son. What I saw however was two other female forms, visitors just admitted apparently, who were ushered into the room. They were not announced the servant turned her back on them and r

34、ambled off to our hostess. They came forward in a wavering, tentative, unintroduced way partly, I could see, because the place was dark and partly because their visit was in its nature experimental, a stretch of confidence. One of the ladies was stout and the other was slim, and I perceived in a mom

35、ent that one was talkative and the other silent. I made out further that one was elderly and the other young and that the fact that they were so unlike did not prevent their being mother and daughter. Mrs. Nettlepoint reappeared in a very few minutes, but the interval had sufficed to establish a com

36、munication (really copious for the occasion) between the strangers and the unknown gentleman whom they found in possession, hat and stick in hand. This was not my doing (for what had I to go upon?) and still less was it the doing of the person whom I supposed and whom I indeed quickly and definitely

37、 learned to be the daughter. She spoke but once when her companion informed me that she was going out to Europe the next day to be married. Then she said, Oh, mother! protestingly, in a tone which struck me in the darkness as doubly strange, exciting my curiosity to see her face.It had taken her mot

38、her but a moment to come to that and to other things besides, after I had explained that I myself was waiting for Mrs. Nettlepoint, who would doubtless soon come back.Well, she wont know me I guess she hasnt ever heard much about me, the good lady said; but I have come from Mrs. Allen and I guess th

39、at will make it all right. I presume you know Mrs. Allen?I was unacquainted with this influential personage, but I assented vaguely to the proposition. Mrs. Allens emissary was good-humoured and familiar, but rather appealing than insistent (she remarked that if her friend had found time to come in

40、the afternoon she had so much to do, being just up for the day, that she couldnt be sure it would be all right); and somehow even before she mentioned Merrimac Avenue (they had come all the way from there) my imagination had associated her with that indefinite social limbo known to the properly-cons

41、tituted Boston mind as the South End a nebulous region which condenses here and there into a pretty face, in which the daughters are an improvement on the mothers and are sometimes acquainted with gentlemen resident in more distinguished districts of the New England capital gentlemen whose wives and

42、 sisters in turn are not acquainted with them.When at last Mrs. Nettlepoint came in, accompanied by candles and by a tray laden with glasses of coloured fluid which emitted a cool tinkling, I was in a position to officiate as master of the ceremonies, to introduce Mrs. Mavis and Miss Grace Mavis, to

43、 represent that Mrs. Allen had recommended them nay, had urged them to come that way, informally, and had been prevented only by the pressure of occupations so characteristic of her (especially when she was up from Mattapoisett just for a few hours shopping) from herself calling in the course of the

44、 day to explain who they were and what was the favour they had to ask of Mrs. Nettlepoint. Good-natured women understand each other even when divided by the line of topographical fashion, and our hostess had quickly mastered the main facts: Mrs. Allens visit in the morning in Merrimac Avenue to talk

45、 of Mrs. Ambers great idea, the classes at the public schools in vacation (she was interested with an equal charity to that of Mrs. Mavis even in such weather! in those of the South End) for games and exercises and music, to keep the poor unoccupied children out of the streets; then the revelation t

46、hat it had suddenly been settled almost from one hour to the other that Grace should sail for Liverpool, Mr. Porterfield at last being ready. He was taking a little holiday; his mother was with him, they had come over from Paris to see some of the celebrated old buildings in England, and he had tele

47、graphed to say that if Grace would start right off they would just finish it up and be married. It often happened that when things had dragged on that way for years they were all huddled up at the end. Of course in such a case she, Mrs. Mavis, had had to fly round. Her daughters passage was taken, b

48、ut it seemed too dreadful that she should make her journey all alone, the first time she had ever been at sea, without any companion or escort. She couldnt go Mr. Mavis was too sick: she hadnt even been able to get him off to the seaside.Well, Mrs. Nettlepoint is going in that ship, Mrs. Allen had s

49、aid; and she had represented that nothing was simpler than to put the girl in her charge. When Mrs. Mavis had replied that that was all very well but that she didnt know the lady, Mrs. Allen had declared that that didnt make a speck of difference, for Mrs. Nettlepoint was kind enough for anything. It was easy enough to know her, if that was all the trouble. All Mrs. Mavis would have to