第 6 节
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击水三千 更新:2021-02-20 15:20 字数:9321
Lockyer said one day that this was the function of the 〃upper classes;〃 Norman retorted: 〃Perhaps。 But; if so; how do they perform it? Like the brutal old…fashioned farm family that takes care of its insane member by keeping him chained in filth in the cellar。〃 And once at the Federal Club By the way; Norman had joined it; had compelled it to receive him just to show his associates how a strong man could break even such a firmly established tradition as that no one who amounted to anything could be elected to a fashionable club in New York。 Once at the Federal Club old Galloway quoted with approval some essayist's remark that every clever human being was looking after and holding above the waves at least fifteen of his weaker fellows。 Norman smiled satirically round at the complacently nodding circle of gray heads and white heads。 〃My observation has been;〃 said he; 〃that every clever chap is shrewd enough to compel at least fifteen of his fellows to wait on him; to take care of himdo his choresand his dirty work。〃 The nodding stopped。 Scowls appeared; except on the face of old Galloway。 He grinned。 He was one of the few examples of a very rich man with a sense of humor。 Norman always thought it was this slight incident that led to his getting the extremely profitableand shadyGalloway business。
No; Norman's mood; as he watched the miserable crowds afoot and reflected upon them; was neither remorseful nor triumphant。 He simply noted an interesting facta commonplace factof the methods of that sardonic practical joker; Life。 Because the scheme of things was unjust and stupid; because others; most others; were uncomfortable or worsewhy should he make himself uncomfortable? It would be an absurdity to get out of his limousine and trudge along in the wet and the wind。 It would be equally absurd to sit in his limousine and be unhappy about the misery of the world。 〃I didn't create it; and I can't recreate it。 And if I'm helping to make it worse; I'm also hastening the time when it'll be better。 The Great Ass must have brains and spirit kicked and cudgeled into it。〃
At his house in Madison Avenue; just at the crest of Murray Hill; there was an awning from front door to curb and a carpet beneath it。 He passed; dry and comfortable; up the steps。 A footman in quiet rich livery was waiting to receive him。 From rising until bedtime; up town and down town; wherever he went and whatever he was about; every possible menial detail of his life was done for him。 He had nothing to do but think about his own work and keep himself in health。 Rarely did he have even to open or to close a door。 He used a pen only in signing his name or marking a passage in a law book for some secretary to make a typewritten copy。
Upon most human beings this sort of luxury; carried beyond the ordinary and familiar uses of menial service; has a speedily enervating effect。 Thinking being the most onerous of all; they have it done; also。 They sink into silliness and moral and mental sloth。 They pass the time at foolish purposeless games indoors and out; or they wander aimlessly about the earth chattering with similar mental decrepits; much like monkeys adrift in the boughs of a tropical forest。 But Norman had the tenacity and strength to concentrate upon achievement all the powers emancipated by the use of menials wherever menials could be used。 He employed to advantage the time saved in putting in shirt buttons and lacing shoes and carrying books to and from shelves。 In this lay one of the important secrets of his success。 〃Never do for yourself what you can get some one else to do for you as well。 Save yourself for the things only YOU can do。〃
In his household there were three persons; and sixteen servants to wait upon them。 His sistershe and her husband; Clayton Fitzhugh; were the other two personshis sister was always complaining that there were not enough servants; and Frederick; the most indulgent of brothers; was always letting her add to the number。 It seemed to him that the more help there was; the less smoothly the household ran。 But that did not concern him; his mind was saved for more important matters。 There was no reason why it should concern him; could he not compel the dollars to flood in faster than she could bail them out?
This brother and sister had come to New York fifteen years before; when he was twenty…two and she nineteen。 They were from Albany; where their family had possessed some wealth and much social position for many generations。 There was the usual 〃queer streak〃 in the Norman familyan intermittent but fixed habit of some one of them making a 〃low marriage。〃 One view of this aberration might have been that there was in the Norman blood a tenacious instinct of sturdy and self…respecting independence that caused a Norman occasionally to do as he pleased instead of as he conven… tionally ought。 Each time the thing occurred there was a mighty and horrified hubbub throughout the connection。 But in the broad; as the custom is; the Normans were complacent about the 〃queer streak。〃 They thought it kept the family from rotting out and running to seed。 〃Nothing like an occasional infusion of common blood;〃 Aunt Ursula Van Bruyten (born Norman) used to say。 For her Norman's sister was named。
Norman's father had developed the 〃queer streak。〃 Their mother was the daughter of a small farmer and; when she met their father; was chambermaid in a Troy hotel; Troy then being a largish village。 As soon as she found herself married and in a position with whose duties she was unfamiliar; she set about fitting herself for them with the same diligence and thoroughness which she had shown in learning chamber work in a village hotel。 She educated herself; selected not without shrewdness and carefully put on an assortment of genteel airs; finally contrived to make a most creditable appearancewas more aristocratic in tastes and in talk than the high mightiest of her relatives by marriage。 But her son Fred was a Pinkey in character。 In boyhood he was noted for his rough and low associates。 His bosom friends were the son of a Jewish junk dealer; the son of a colored wash… woman; and the son of an Irish day laborer。 Also; the commonness persisted as he grew up。 Instead of seeking aristocratic ease; he aspired to a career。 He had choice of several rich and well…born girls; but he developed a strong distaste for marriage of any sort and especially for a rich marriage。 A fortune he was resolved to have; but it should be one that belonged to him。 When he was about ready to enter a law office; his father and mother died leaving less than ten thousand dollars in all for his sister and himself。 His sister hesitated; half inclined to marry a stupid second cousin who had thirty thousand a year。
〃Don't do it; Ursula;〃 Fred advised。 〃If you must sell out; sell for something worth while。〃 He laughed in his frank; ironical way。 〃Fact is; we've both made up our minds to sell。 Let's go to the best market New York。 If you don't like it; you can come back and marry that fat…wit any time you please。〃
Ursula inspected herself in the glass; saw a face and form exceeding fair to look upon; she decided to take her brother's advice。 At twenty she threw over a multi… millionaire and married Clayton Fitzhugh for love Clayton with only seventeen thousand a year。 Of course; from the standpoint of fashionable ambition; seventeen thousand a year in New York is but one remove from tenement house poverty。 As Clayton had no more ability at making money than had Ursula herself; there was nothing to do but live with Norman and 〃take care of him。〃 But for this self…sacrifice of sisterly affection Norman would have been rich at thirty… seven。 As he had to make her rich as well as himself; progress toward luxurious independence was slower and there was the house; costing nearly fifty thousand a year to keep up。
There had been a time in Norman's careera brief and very early timewhen; with the maternal peasant blood hot in his veins; he had entertained the quixotic idea of going into politics on the poor or people's side and fighting for glory only。 The pressure of expensive living had soon driven this notion clean off。 Norman had almost forgotten that he ever had it; was no longer aware how strong it had been in the last year at law school。 Young men of high intelligence and ardent temperament always pass through this period。 With somea fewits glory lingers long after the fire has flickered out before the cool; steady breath of worldliness。
All this time Norman has been dressing for dinner。 He now leaves the third floor and descends toward the library; as it still lacks twenty minutes of the dinner hour。
As he walked along the hall of the second floor a woman's voice called to him; 〃That you; Fred?〃
He turned in at his sister's sitting room。 She was standing at a table smoking a cigarette。 Her tall; slim figure looked even taller and slimmer in the tight…fitting black satin evening dress。 Her features faintly suggested her relationship to Norman。 She was a handsome woman; with a voluptuous discontented mouth。
〃What are you worried about; sis?〃 inquired he。
〃How did you know I was worried?〃 returned she。
〃You