第 27 节
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击水三千 更新:2021-02-20 15:20 字数:9322
d thick the seeds of desire for more luxurious comfort; of need for it; that could never be uprooted。
Norman came over almost every evening。 He got a new and youthful and youth…restoring kind of pleasure out of this process of expansion。 He liked to hear each trifling detail; and he was always making suggestions that bore immediate fruit in further expenditure。 When he again brought up the subject of a larger house; she listened with only the faintest protests。 Her ideas of such a short time before seemed small; laughably small now。 〃Father was worrying only this morning because he is so cramped;〃 she admitted。
〃We must remedy that at once;〃 said Norman。
And on the following Sunday he and she went house hunting。 They found a satisfactory placepeculiarly satisfactory to Norman because it was near the Hudson tunnel; and so only a few minutes from his office。 To Dorothy it loomed a mansion; almost a palace。 In fact it was a modestly roomy old…fashioned brick house; with a brick stable at the side that; with a little changing; would make an admirable laboratory。
〃You haven't the timeor the experienceto fit this place up;〃 said Norman。 〃I'll attend to itthat is; I'll have it attended to。〃 Seeing her uneasy expression; he added: 〃I can get much better terms。 They'd certainly overcharge you。 There's no sense in wasting moneyis there?〃
〃No;〃 she admitted; convinced。
He gave the order to a firm of decorators。 It was a moderate order; considering the amount of work that had to be done。 But if the girl had seen the estimates Norman indorsed; she would have been terrified。 However; he saw to it that she did not see them; and she; ignorant of values; believed him when he told her the general account of the corporation must be charged with two thousand dollars。
Her alarm took him by surprise。 The sum seemed small to himand it was only about one fifth what the alterations and improvements had cost。 Cried she; 〃Why; that's more than our whole income for a year has been!〃
〃You are forgetting these improvements add to the value of the property。 I've bought it。〃
That quieted her。 〃You are sure you didn't pay those decorators and furnishers too much?〃 said she。
〃You don't like their work?〃 inquired he; chagrined。
〃Oh; yesyes; indeed;〃 she assured him。 〃I like plain; solid…looking things。 Buttwo thousand dollars is a lot of money。〃
Norman regretted that; as his whole object had been to please her; he had not ordered the more showy cheaper stuff but had insisted upon the simplest; plainest… looking appointments throughout。 Even her bedroom furniture; even her dressing table set; was of the kind that suggests cost only to the experienced; carefully and well educated in values and in taste。
〃But I'm sure it isn't fair to charge ALL these things to the company;〃 she protested。 〃I can't allow it。 Not the things for my personal use。〃
〃You ARE a fierce watchdog of a treasurer;〃 said Norman; laughing at her but noting and respecting the fine instinct of good breeding shown in her absence of greediness; of desire to get all she could。 〃But I'm letting the firm of decorators take over what you leave behind in the old house。 I'll see what they'll allow for it。 Maybe that will cover the expense you object to。〃
This contented her。 Nor was she in the least suspicious when he announced that the decorators had made such a liberal allowance that the deficit was but three hundred dollars。 〃Those chaps;〃 he explained; 〃have a wide margin of profit。 Besides; they're eager to get more and bigger work from me。〃
A few weeks; and he was enjoying the sight of her ensconced with her father in luxurious comfortwith two servants; with a well…run house; with pleasant gardens; with all that is at the command of an income of six thousand a year in a comparatively inexpensive city。 Only occasionallyand then not deeplywas he troubled by the reflection that he was still far from his goal and had made apparently absurdly little progress toward it through all this maneuvering。 The truth was; he preferred to linger when lingering gave him so many new kinds of pleasure。 Of those in the large and motley company that sit down to the banquet of the senses; the most are crude; if not coarse; gluttons。 They eat fast and furiously; having a raw appetite。 Now and then there is one who has some idea of the art of enjoymentthe art of prolonging and varying both the joys of anticipation and the joys of realization。
He turned his attention to tempting her to extravagance in dress。 Rut his success there was not all he could have wished。 She wore better clothesmuch better。 She no longer looked the poor working girl; struggling desperately to be neat and clean。 She had almost immediately taken on the air of the comfortable classes。 Rut everything she got for herself was inexpensive。 and she made dresses for herself; and trimmed all her hats。 With the hats Norman found no fault。 There her good taste produced about as satisfactory results as could have been got at the fashionable millinersmore satisfactory than are got by the women who go there; with no taste of their own beyond a hazy idea that they want 〃something like what Mrs。 So…and…So is wearing。〃 But homemade dresses were a different matter。
Norman longed to have her in toilettes that would bring out the full beauty of her marvelous figure。 He; after the manner of the more intelligent and worldly… wise New York men; had some knowledge of women's clothes。 His sister knew how to dress; Josephine knew how; though her taste was somewhat too sober to suit Normanat least to suit him in Dorothy。 He thought out and suggested dresses to Dorothy; and told her where to get them。 Dorothy tried to carry out at home such of his suggestions as pleased herfor; like all women; she believed she knew how to dress herself。 Her handiwork was creditable。 It would have contented a less exacting and less trained taste than Norman's。 It would have contented him had he not been infatuated with her beauty of face and form。 As it was; the improvement in her appearance only served to intensify his agitation。 He now saw in her not only all that had first conquered him; but also those unsuspected beauties and gracesand possibilities of beauty and grace yet more entrancing; were she but dressed properly。
〃You don't begin to appreciate how beautiful you are;〃 said he。 It had ever been one of his rules in dealing with women to feed their physical vanity sparingly and cautiously; lest it should blaze up into one of those consuming flames that produce a very frenzy of conceit。 But this rule; like all the others; had gone by the board。 He could not conceal his infatuation from her; not even when he saw that it was turning her head and making his task harder and harder。 〃If you would only go over to New York to several dressmakers whose names I'll give you; I know you'd get clothes from them that you could touch up into something uncommon。〃
〃I can't afford it;〃 said she。 〃What I have is good enoughand costs more than I've the right to pay。〃 And her tone silenced him; it was the tone of finality; and he had discovered that she had a will。
Never before had Frederick Norman let any important thing drift。 And when he started in with Dorothy he had no idea of changing that fixed policy。 He would have scoffed if anyone had foretold to him that he would permit the days and the weeks to go by with nothing definite accomplished toward any definite purpose。 Yet that was what occurred。 Every time he came he had in mind a fixed resolve to make distinct progress with the girl。 Every time he left he had a furious quarrel with himself for his weakness。 〃She is making a fool of me;〃 he said to himself。 〃She MUST be laughing at me。〃 But he returned only to repeat his folly; to add one more to the lengthening; mocking series of lost opportunities。
The truth lay deeper than he saw。 He recognized only his own weakness of the infatuated lover's fatuous timidity。 He did not realize how potent her charm for him was; how completely content she made him when he was with her; just from the fact that they were together。 After a time an unsatisfied passion often thus diffuses itself; ceases to be a narrow torrent; becomes a broad river whose resistless force is hidden beneath an appearance of sparkling calm。 Her ingenuousness amused him; her developing taste and imagination interested him; her freshness; her freedom from any sense of his importance in the world fascinated him; and there was a keener pleasure than he dreamed in the novel sensation of breathing the perfume of what he; the one time cynic; would have staked his life on being unsullied purity。 Their relations were to him a delightful variation upon the intimacy of master and pupil。 Either he was listening to her or was answering her questions and the time flew。 And there never was a moment when he could have introduced the subject that most concerned him when he was not with her。 To have introduced it would have been rudely to break the charm of a happy afternoon or evening。
Was she leading him on and on nowhere deliberately? Or was it the sweet and innocent simplicity it seemed? He could not tell。 He would have broke