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1、【英文文学】A mother in IndiaChapter 1There were times when we had to go without puddings to pay Johns uniform bills, and always I did the facings myself with a cloth-ball to save getting new ones. I would have polished his sword, too, if I had been allowed; I adored his sword. And once, I remember, we pa

2、inted and varnished our own dog-cart, and very smart it looked, to save fifty rupees. We had nothing but our pay John had his company when we were married, but what is that? and life was made up of small knowing economies, much more amusing in recollection than in practise. We were sodden poor, and

3、that is a fact, poor and conscientious, which was worse. A big fat spider of a money-lender came one day into the veranda and tempted us we lived in a hut, but it had a veranda and John threatened to report him to the police. Poor when everybody else had enough to live in the open-handed Indian fash

4、ion, that was what made it so hard; we were alone in our sordid little ways. When the expectation of Cecily came to us we made out to be delighted, knowing that the whole station pitied us, and when Cecily came herself, with a swamping burst of expense, we kept up the pretense splendidly. She was pe

5、evish, poor little thing, and she threatened convulsions from the beginning, but we both knew that it was abnormal not to love her a great deal, more than life, immediately and increasingly; and we applied ourselves honestly to do it, with the thermometer at a hundred and two, and the nurse leaving

6、at the end of a fortnight because she discovered that I had only six of everything for the table. To find out a husbands virtues, you must marry a poor man. The regiment was under-officered as usual, and John had to take parade at daylight quite three times a week; but he walked up and down the vera

7、nda with Cecily constantly till two in the morning, when a little coolness came. I usually lay awake the rest of the night in fear that a scorpion would drop from the ceiling on her. Nevertheless, we were of excellent mind towards Cecily; we were in such terror, not so much of failing in our duty to

8、wards her as towards the ideal standard of mankind. We were very anxious indeed not to come short. To be found too small for ones place in nature would have been odious. We would talk about her for an hour at a time, even when Johns charger was threatening glanders and I could see his mind perpetual

9、ly wandering to the stable. I would say to John that she had brought a new element into our lives she had indeed! and John would reply, I know what you mean, and go on to prophesy that she would bind us together. We didnt need binding together; we were more to each other, there in the desolation of

10、that arid frontier outpost, than most husbands and wives; but it seemed a proper and hopeful thing to believe, so we believed it. Of course, the real experience would have come, we werent monsters; but fate curtailed the opportunity. She was just five weeks old when the doctor told us that we must e

11、ither pack her home immediately or lose her, and the very next day John went down with enteric. So Cecily was sent to England with a sergeants wife who had lost her twins, and I settled down under the direction of a native doctor, to fight for my husbands life, without ice or proper food, or sickroo

12、m comforts of any sort. Ah! Fort Samila, with the sun glaring up from the sand! however, it is a long time ago now. I trusted the baby willingly to Mrs. Berry and to Providence, and did not fret; my capacity for worry, I suppose, was completely absorbed. Mrs. Berrys letter, describing the childs imp

13、rovement on the voyage and safe arrival came, I remember, the day on which John was allowed his first solid mouthful; it had been a long siege. Poor little wretch! he said when I read it aloud; and after that Cecily became an episode.She had gone to my husbands people; it was the best arrangement. W

14、e were lucky that it was possible; so many children had to be sent to strangers and hirelings. Since an unfortunate infant must be brought into the world and set adrift, the haven of its grandmother and its Aunt Emma and its Aunt Alice certainly seemed providential. I had absolutely no cause for anx

15、iety, as I often told people, wondering that I did not feel a little all the same. Nothing, I knew, could exceed the conscientious devotion of all three Farnham ladies to the child. She would appear upon their somewhat barren horizon as a new and interesting duty, and the small additional income she

16、 also represented would be almost nominal compensation for the care she would receive. They were excellent persons of the kind that talk about matins and vespers, and attend both. They helped little charities and gave little teas, and wrote little notes, and made deprecating allowance for the eccent

17、ricities of their titled or moneyed acquaintances. They were the subdued, smiling, unimaginatively dressed women on a small definite income that you meet at every rectory garden-party in the country, a little snobbish, a little priggish, wholly conventional, but apart from these weaknesses, sound an

18、d simple and dignified, managing their two small servants with a display of the most exact traditions, and keeping a somewhat vague and belated but constant eye upon the doings of their country as chronicled in a bi-weekly paper. They were all immensely interested in royalty, and would read paragrap

19、hs aloud to each other about how the Princess Beatrice or the Princess Maud had opened a fancy bazaar, looking remarkably well in plain grey poplin trimmed with Irish lace an industry which, as is well known, the Royal Family has set its heart on rehabilitating. Upon which Mrs. Farnhams comment inva

20、riably would be, How thoughtful of them, dear! and Alice would usually say, Well, if I were a princess, I should like something nicer than plain grey poplin. Alice, being the youngest, was not always expected to think before she spoke. Alice painted in water-colours, but Emma was supposed to have th

21、e most common sense.They took turns in writing to us with the greatest regularity about Cecily; only once, I think, did they miss the weekly mail, and that was when she threatened diphtheria and they thought we had better be kept in ignorance. The kind and affectionate terms of these letters never a

22、ltered except with the facts they described teething, creeping, measles, cheeks growing round and rosy, all were conveyed in the same smooth, pat, and proper phrases, so absolutely empty of any glimpse of the childs personality that after the first few months it was like reading about a somewhat uni

23、nteresting infant in a book. I was sure Cecily was not uninteresting, but her chroniclers were. We used to wade through the long, thin sheets and saw how much more satisfactory it would be when Cecily could write to us herself. Meanwhile we noted her weekly progress with much the feeling one would h

24、ave about a far-away little bit of property that was giving no trouble and coming on exceedingly well. We would take possession of Cecily at our convenience; till then, it was gratifying to hear of our unearned increment in dear little dimples and sweet little curls.She was nearly four when I saw he

25、r again. We were home on three months leave; John had just got his first brevet for doing something which he does not allow me to talk about in the Black Mountain country; and we were fearfully pleased with ourselves. I remember that excitement lasted well up to Port Said. As far as the Canal, Cecil

26、y was only one of the pleasures and interests we were going home to: Johns majority was the thing that really gave savour to life. But the first faint line of Europe brought my child to my horizon; and all the rest of the way she kept her place, holding out her little arms to me, beckoning me on. He

27、r four motherless years brought compunction to my heart and tears to my eyes; she should have all the compensation that could be. I suddenly realized how ready I was how ready! to have her back. I rebelled fiercely against Johns decision that we must not take her with us on our return to the frontie

28、r; privately, I resolved to dispute it, and, if necessary, I saw myself abducting the child my own child. My days and nights as the ship crept on were full of a long ache to possess her; the defrauded tenderness of the last four years rose up in me and sometimes caught at my throat. I could think an

29、d talk and dream of nothing else. John indulged me as much as was reasonable, and only once betrayed by a yawn that the subject was not for him endlessly absorbing. Then I cried and he apologized. You know, he said, it isnt exactly the same thing. Im not her mother. At which I dried my tears and exp

30、anded, proud and pacified. I was her mother!Then the rainy little station and Alice, all-embracing in a damp waterproof, and the drive in the fly, and Johns mother at the gate and a necessary pause while I kissed Johns mother. Dear thing, she wanted to hold our hands and look into our faces and tell

31、 us how little we had changed for all our hardships; and on the way to the house she actually stopped to point out some alterations in the flower-borders. At last the drawing-room door and the smiling housemaid turning the handle and the unforgettable picture of a little girl, a little girl unlike a

32、nything we had imagined, starting bravely to trot across the room with the little speech that had been taught her. Half-way she came; I suppose our regards were too fixed, too absorbed, for there she stopped with a wail of terror at the strange faces, and ran straight back to the outstretched arms o

33、f her Aunt Emma. The most natural thing in the world, no doubt. I walked over to a chair opposite with my hand-bag and umbrella and sat down a spectator, aloof and silent. Aunt Emma fondled and quieted the child, apologizing for her to me, coaxing her to look up, but the little figure still shook wi

34、th sobs, hiding its face in the bosom that it knew. I smiled politely, like any other stranger, at Emmas deprecations, and sat impassive, looking at my alleged baby breaking her heart at the sight of her mother. It is not amusing even now to remember the anger that I felt. I did not touch her or spe

35、ak to her; I simply sat observing my alien possession, in the frock I had not made and the sash I had not chosen, being coaxed and kissed and protected and petted by its Aunt Emma. Presently I asked to be taken to my room, and there I locked myself in for two atrocious hours. Just once my heart beat

36、 high, when a tiny knock came and a timid, docile little voice said that tea was ready. But I heard the rustle of a skirt, and guessed the directing angel in Aunt Emma, and responded, Thank you, dear, run away and say that I am coming, with a pleasant visitors inflection which I was able to sustain

37、for the rest of afternoon.She goes to bed at seven, said Emma.Oh, does she? said I. A very good hour, I should think.She sleeps in my room, said Mrs. Farnham.We give her mutton broth very often, but seldom stock soup, said Aunt Emma. Mamma thinks it is too stimulating.Indeed? said I, to all of it.Th

38、ey took me up to see her in her crib, and pointed out, as she lay asleep, that though she had a general look of me, her features were distinctively Farnham.Wont you kiss her? asked Alice. You havent kissed her yet, and she is used to so much affection.I dont think I could take such an advantage of h

39、er, I said.They looked at each other, and Mrs. Farnham said that I was plainly worn out. I mustnt sit up to prayers.If I had been given anything like reasonable time I might have made a fight for it, but four weeks it took a month each way in those days was too absurdly little; I could do nothing. B

40、ut I would not stay at mammas. It was more than I would ask of myself, that daily disappointment under the mask of gratified discovery, for long.I spent an approving, unnatural week, in my farcical character, bridling my resentment and hiding my mortification with pretty phrases; and then I went up

41、to town and drowned my sorrows in the summer sales. I took John with me. I may have been Cecilys mother in theory, but I was Johns wife in fact.We went back to the frontier, and the regiment saw a lot of service. That meant medals and fun for my husband, but economy and anxiety for me, though I mana

42、ged to be allowed as close to the firing line as any woman.Once the Colonels wife and I, sitting in Fort Samila, actually heard the rifles of a punitive expedition cracking on the other side of the river that was a bad moment. My man came in after fifteen hours fighting, and went sound asleep, sitti

43、ng before his food with his knife and fork in his hands. But service makes heavy demands besides those on your wifes nerves. We had saved two thousand rupees, I remember, against another run home, and it all went like powder, in the Mirzai expedition; and the run home diminished to a month in a boar

44、ding-house in the hills.Meanwhile, however, we had begun to correspond with our daughter, in large round words of one syllable, behind which, of course, was plain the patient guiding hand of Aunt Emma. One could hear Aunt Emma suggesting what would be nice to say, trying to instil a little pale affe

45、ction for the far-off papa and mamma. There was so little Cecily and so much Emma of course, it could not be otherwise that I used to take, I fear, but a perfunctory joy in these letters. When we went home again I stipulated absolutely that she was to write to us without any sort of supervision the

46、child was ten.But the spelling! cried Aunt Emma, with lifted eyebrows.Her letters arent exercises, I was obliged to retort; she will do the best she can.We found her a docile little girl, with nice manners, a thoroughly unobjectionable child. I saw quite clearly that I could not have brought her up

47、so well; indeed, there were moments when I fancied that Cecily, contrasting me with her aunts, wondered a little what my bringing up could have been like. With this reserve of criticism on Cecilys part, however, we got on very tolerably, largely because I found it impossible to assume any responsibi

48、lity towards her, and in moments of doubt or discipline referred her to her aunts. We spent a pleasant summer with a little girl in the house whose interest in us was amusing, and whose outings it was gratifying to arrange; but when we went back, I had no desire to take her with us. I thought her ve

49、ry much better where she was.Then came the period which is filled, in a subordinate degree, with Cecilys letters. I do not wish to claim more than I ought; they were not my only or even my principal interest in life. It was a long period; it lasted till she was twenty-one. John had had promotion in the meantime, and there was rather more money, but he had earned his second brevet