第 89 节
作者:温暖寒冬      更新:2024-04-09 19:50      字数:9215
  with   his   pale   sister   Anne。   No   other   friend   of   the   family;   besides
  Mr。 Gawaine; was invited to…day; there was to  be a   grand   dinner
  for   the   neighbouring   gentry   on        the   morrow;     but   to…day   all   the
  forces were required for the entertainment of the tenants。
  There   was   a   sunk   fence   in   front   of   the   marquee;   dividing   the
  lawn from the park; but a temporary bridge had been made for the
  passage of the victors; and the groups of people standing; or seated
  here   and   there   on   benches;   stretched   on   each   side   of   the   open
  space from the white marquees up to the sunk fence。
  “Upon   my   word   it’s   a   pretty   sight;”   said   the   old   lady;   in   her
  deep voice; when she was seated; and looked round on the bright
  scene   with   its   dark…green   background;   “and   it’s   the   last   fete…day
  I’m likely to see; unless you make haste and get married; Arthur。
  But   take   care   you   get   a   charming   bride;   else   I   would   rather   die
  without seeing her。”
  “You’re   so   terribly   fastidious;      godmother;”       said   Arthur;    “I’m
  afraid I should never satisfy you with my choice。”
  “Well; I won’t forgive you if she’s not handsome。 I can’t be put
  off with amiability; which is always the excuse people are making
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  for  the   existence   of  plain   people。 And   she must  not be   silly;   that
  will   never   do;   because   you’ll   want   managing;   and   a   silly   woman
  can’t manage you。 Who is that tall young man; Dauphin; with the
  mild face? There; standing without his hat; and taking such care of
  that   tall   old   woman   by   the   side   of   him—his   mother;   of   course。   I
  like to see that。”
  “What; don’t you know him; Mother?” said Mr。 Irwine。 “That is
  Seth Bede; Adam’s brother—a Methodist; but a very good fellow。
  Poor Seth has looked rather down…hearted of late; I thought it was
  because   of   his   father’s   dying   in   that   sad   way;   but   Joshua   Rann
  tells me he wanted to marry  that  sweet  little   Methodist  preacher
  who was here about a month ago; and I suppose she refused him。”
  “Ah;   I   remember   hearing   about   her。   But   there   are   no   end   of
  people here that I don’t know; for they’re grown up and altered so
  since I used to go about。”
  “What excellent sight you have!” said old Mr。 Donnithorne; who
  was holding a double glass up to his eyes; “to see the expression of
  that   young   man’s   face   so   far   off。   His   face   is   nothing   but   a   pale
  blurred spot to me。 But I fancy I have the advantage of you when
  we come to look close。 I can read small print without spectacles。”
  “Ah; my dear sir; you began with being very near…sighted; and
  those near…sighted eyes always wear  the best。   I   want  very  strong
  spectacles  to   read   with;   but   then   I   think   my   eyes   get   better   and
  better for things at a distance。 I suppose if I could live another fifty
  years;   I   should   be   blind   to   everything   that   wasn’t   out   of   other
  people’s   sight;   like a   man  who  stands   in a   well  and sees   nothing
  but the stars。”
  “See;” said Arthur; “the old women are ready to set out on their
  race now。 Which do you bet on; Gawaine?”
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  “The     long…legged     one;   unless    they’re   going    to  have    several
  heats; and then the little wiry one may win。”
  “There are the Poysers; Mother; not far off on the right hand;”
  said Miss Irwine。 “Mrs。 Poyser is looking at you。 Do take notice of
  her。”
  “To be sure I will;” said the old lady; giving a gracious bow to
  Mrs。    Poyser。    “A   woman      who    sends    me   such    excellent    cream…
  cheese is not to be neglected。 Bless me! What a fat child that is she
  is holding on her knee! But who is that pretty girl with dark eyes?”
  “That   is   Hetty   Sorrel;”   said   Miss   Lydia   Donnithorne;   “Martin
  Poyser’s niece—a very  likely  young  person; and   well…looking  too。
  My   maid   has   taught   her   fine   needlework;   and   she   has   mended
  some lace of mine very respectably indeed—very respectably。”
  “Why;     she   has    lived   with   the   Poysers     six  or  seven    years;
  Mother; you must have seen her;” said Miss Irwine。
  “No; I’ve never seen her; child—at least not as she is now;” said
  Mrs。   Irwine;   continuing   to   look   at   Hetty。   “Well…looking;   indeed!
  She’s a perfect beauty! I’ve never seen anything so pretty since my
  young   days。   What   a   pity   such   beauty   as   that   should   be   thrown
  away among the farmers; when it’s wanted so terribly among the
  good families without fortune! I daresay; now; she’ll marry a man
  who  would   have  thought  her  just  as   pretty  if  she  had   had   round
  eyes and red hair。”
  Arthur dared not turn his eyes towards Hetty while Mrs。 Irwine
  was   speaking  of  her。   He   feigned not  to  hear;   and   to   be   occupied
  with    something      on   the   opposite    side。   But   he   saw   her   plainly
  enough without looking; saw her in heightened beauty; because he
  heard her beauty praised—for other men’s opinion; you know; was
  like a native climate to  Arthur’s   feelings: it  was   the   air  on   which
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  they   thrived   the   best;   and   grew   strong。   Yes!   she  was   enough   to
  turn any man’s head: any man in his place would have done and
  felt the same。 And to give her up after all; as he was determined to
  do;   would   be   an   act   that   he   should   always   look   back   upon   with
  pride。
  “No;   Mother;”   and   Mr。   Irwine;   replying   to   her   last   words;   “I
  can’t  agree   with  you   there。   The   common   people   are not  quite   so
  stupid as you imagine。 The commonest man; who has his ounce of
  sense and feeling; is conscious of the difference between a lovely;
  delicate woman and a coarse one。 Even a dog feels a difference in
  their   presence。   The   man   may   be   no   better   able   than   the   dog   to
  explain the influence the more refined beauty has on him; but he
  feels it。”
  “Bless me; Dauphin; what does an old bachelor like you know
  about it?”
  “Oh; that is one of the matters in which old bachelors are wiser
  than     married     men;    because     they   have    time   for   more    general
  contemplation。 Your fine critic of  woman must  never  shackle   his
  judgment   by  calling   one   woman   his   own。   But;   as   an   example   of
  what I was saying; that pretty Methodist preacher I mentioned just
  now   told   me   that   she   had   preached   to   the   roughest   miners   and
  had never been treated with anything but the utmost respect and
  kindness   by   them。   The   reason   is—though   she   doesn’t   know   it—
  that there’s so much tenderness; refinement; and purity about her。
  Such a woman as that brings with her ‘airs from heaven’ that the
  coarsest fellow is not insensible to。”
  “Here’s   a   delicate   bit   of   womanhood;   or   girlhood;   coming   to
  receive a prize; I suppose;” said Mr。 Gawaine。 “She must be one of
  the racers in the sacks; who had set off before we came。”
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  The    “bit   of  womanhood”         was   our   old   acquaintance      Bessy
  Cranage;      otherwise     Chad’s    Bess;   whose     large   red   cheeks    and
  blowsy person had undergone an exaggeration of colour; which; if
  she   had   happened   to  be   a   heavenly  body;   would   have   made   her
  sublime。 Bessy; I am sorry to say; had taken to her ear…rings again
  since   Dinah’s   departure;   and   was   otherwise   decked   out   in   such
  small finery as she could muster。 Any one who could have looked
  into   poor   Bessy’s   heart   would   have   seen   a   striking   resemblance
  between her little hopes and anxieties and Hetty’s。 The advantage;
  perhaps; would have been on Bessy’s side in the matter of feeling。
  But then; you see; they were s