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作者:左思右想      更新:2021-02-19 19:47      字数:9322
  from which union sprang several sons and daughters;
  whose doings do not appertain to this story。
  The marriage at first was a happy and prosperous one。
  My Lord George Gaunt could not only read; but write
  pretty correctly。  He spoke French with considerable
  fluency; and was one of the finest waltzers in Europe。  With
  these talents; and his interest at home; there was little
  doubt that his lordship would rise to the highest dignities
  in his profession。  The lady; his wife; felt that courts were
  her sphere; and her wealth enabled her to receive
  splendidly in those continental towns whither her husband's
  diplomatic duties led him。  There was talk of appointing
  him minister; and bets were laid at the Travellers' that
  he would be ambassador ere long; when of a sudden;
  rumours arrived of the secretary's extraordinary behaviour。
  At a grand diplomatic dinner given by his chief; he
  had started up and declared that a pate de foie gras was
  poisoned。  He went to a ball at the hotel of the Bavarian
  envoy; the Count de Springbock…Hohenlaufen; with his
  head shaved and dressed as a Capuchin friar。  It was not
  a masked ball; as some folks wanted to persuade you。  It
  was something queer; people whispered。  His grandfather
  was so。  It was in the family。
  His wife and family returned to this country and took
  up their abode at Gaunt House。  Lord George gave up
  his post on the European continent; and was gazetted to
  Brazil。  But people knew better; he never returned from
  that Brazil expeditionnever died therenever lived
  therenever was there at all。  He was nowhere; he was
  gone out altogether。  〃Brazil;〃 said one gossip to another;
  with a grin〃Brazil is St。  John's Wood。  Rio de Janeiro
  is a cottage surrounded by four walls; and George Gaunt
  is accredited to a keeper; who has invested him with the
  order of the Strait…Waistcoat。〃 These are the kinds of
  epitaphs which men pass over one another in Vanity
  Fair。
  Twice or thrice in a week; in the earliest morning; the
  poor mother went for her sins and saw the poor invalid。
  Sometimes he laughed at her (and his laughter was more
  pitiful than to hear him cry); sometimes she found the
  brilliant dandy diplomatist of the Congress of Vienna
  dragging about a child's toy; or nursing the keeper's
  baby's doll。  Sometimes he knew her and Father Mole;
  her director and companion; oftener he forgot her; as he
  had done wife; children; love; ambition; vanity。  But he
  remembered his dinner…hour; and used to cry if his
  wine…and…water was not strong enough。
  It was the mysterious taint of the blood; the poor
  mother had brought it from her own ancient race。  The
  evil had broken out once or twice in the father's family;
  long before Lady Steyne's sins had begun; or her fasts
  and tears and penances had been offered in their
  expiation。  The pride of the race was struck down as the
  first…born of Pharaoh。  The dark mark of fate and doom was
  on the thresholdthe tall old threshold surmounted by
  coronets and caned heraldry。
  The absent lord's children meanwhile prattled and
  grew on quite unconscious that the doom was over them
  too。  First they talked of their father and devised plans
  against his return。  Then the name of the living dead man
  was less frequently in their mouththen not mentioned
  at all。  But the stricken old grandmother trembled to think
  that these too were the inheritors of their father's shame
  as well as of his honours; and watched sickening for the
  day when the awful ancestral curse should come down
  on them。
  This dark presentiment also haunted Lord Steyne。  He
  tried to lay the horrid bedside ghost in Red Seas of wine
  and jollity; and lost sight of it sometimes in the crowd
  and rout of his pleasures。  But it always came back to
  him when alone; and seemed to grow more threatening
  with years。  〃I have taken your son;〃 it said; 〃why not
  you? I may shut you up in a prison some day like your
  son George。  I may tap you on the head to…morrow; and
  away go pleasure and honours; feasts and beauty; friends;
  flatterers; French cooks; fine horses and housesin
  exchange for a prison; a keeper; and a straw mattress like
  George Gaunt's。〃 And then my lord would defy the ghost
  which threatened him; for he knew of a remedy by which
  he could baulk his enemy。
  So there was splendour and wealth; but no great
  happiness perchance; behind the tall caned portals of Gaunt
  House with its smoky coronets and ciphers。  The feasts
  there were of the grandest in London; but there was not
  overmuch content therewith; except among the guests
  who sat at my lord's table。  Had he not been so great a
  Prince very few possibly would have visited him; but in
  Vanity Fair the sins of very great personages are looked
  at indulgently。  〃Nous regardons a deux fois〃 (as the
  French lady said) before we condemn a person of my
  lord's undoubted quality。  Some notorious carpers and
  squeamish moralists might be sulky with Lord Steyne;
  but they were glad enough to come when he asked them。
  〃Lord Steyne is really too bad;〃 Lady Slingstone said;
  〃but everybody goes; and of course I shall see that my
  girls come to no harm。〃 〃His lordship is a man to whom
  I owe much; everything in life;〃 said the Right Reverend
  Doctor Trail; thinking that the Archbishop was rather
  shaky; and Mrs。 Trail and the young ladies would as
  soon have missed going to church as to one of his
  lordship's parties。  〃His morals are bad;〃 said little Lord
  Southdown to his sister; who meekly expostulated;
  having heard terrific legends from her mamma with respect
  to the doings at Gaunt House; 〃but hang it; he's got the
  best dry Sillery in Europe!〃 And as for Sir Pitt Crawley;
  Bart。Sir Pitt that pattern of decorum; Sir Pitt who
  had led off at missionary meetingshe never for one
  moment thought of not going too。  〃Where you see such
  persons as the Bishop of Ealing and the Countess of
  Slingstone; you may be pretty sure; Jane;〃 the Baronet
  would say; 〃that we cannot be wrong。  The great rank
  and station of Lord Steyne put him in a position to
  command people in our station in life。  The Lord Lieutenant
  of a County; my dear; is a respectable man。  Besides;
  George Gaunt and I were intimate in early life; he was
  my junior when we were attaches at Pumpernickel
  together。〃
  In a word everybody went to wait upon this great man
  everybody who was asked; as you the reader (do not
  say nay) or I the writer hereof would go if we had an
  invitation。
  CHAPTER XLVIII
  In Which the Reader Is Introduced to the Very
  Best of Company
  At last Becky's kindness and attention to the chief of
  her husband's family were destined to meet with an
  exceeding great reward; a reward which; though certainly
  somewhat unsubstantial; the little woman coveted with
  greater eagerness than more positive benefits。  If she did
  not wish to lead a virtuous life; at least she desired to
  enjoy a character for virtue; and we know that no lady
  in the genteel world can possess this desideratum; until
  she has put on a train and feathers and has been
  presented to her Sovereign at Court。  From that august
  interview they come out stamped as honest women。  The
  Lord Chamberlain gives them a certificate of virtue。  And
  as dubious goods or letters are passed through an oven
  at quarantine; sprinkled with aromatic vinegar; and then
  pronounced clean; many a lady; whose reputation would
  be doubtful otherwise and liable to give infection; passes
  through the wholesome ordeal of the Royal presence and
  issues from it free from all taint。
  It might be very well for my Lady Bareacres; my
  Lady Tufto; Mrs。 Bute Crawley in the country; and other
  ladies who had come into contact with Mrs。 Rawdon
  Crawley to cry fie at the idea of the odious little
  adventuress making her curtsey before the Sovereign; and
  to declare that; if dear good Queen Charlotte had been
  alive; she never would have admitted such an extremely
  ill…regulated personage into her chaste drawing…room。  But
  when we consider that it was the First Gentleman in
  Europe in whose high presence Mrs。 Rawdon passed her
  examination; and as it were; took her degree in reputation;
  it surely must be flat disloyalty to doubt any more
  about her virtue。  I; for my part; look back with love and
  awe to that Great Character in history。  Ah; what a high
  and noble appreciation of Gentlewomanhood there must
  have been in Vanity Fair; when that revered and august
  being was invested; by the universal acclaim of the
  refined and educated portion of this empire; with the title
  of Premier Gentilhomme of his Kingdom。  Do you
  remember; dear M; oh friend of my youth; how one
  blissful night five…and…twenty years since; the 〃Hypocrite〃
  being acted; Elliston being manager; Dowton and Liston
  performers; two boys had leave from their loyal masters
  to go out from Slaughter…House School where they were
  educated and to appear on Drury Lane stage; amongst a
  crowd which assembled there to greet the king。  THE
  KING? There he was。  Beefeaters were before the
  august box; the Marquis of Steyne (Lord of the Powder
  Closet) and other great officers of state were behind the
  chair on which he sat; HE satflorid of face; portly of
  person; covered with orders; and in a rich curling head of
  hairhow we sang God save him!  How the house ro