第 45 节
作者:旅游巴士      更新:2021-10-16 18:45      字数:9322
  Six months later the elk had to be destroyed。              In a    fit of exceptional
  moroseness   it   had   killed   the    Bickelbys'   German   governess。         It   was   an
  irony of its fate      that it should achieve popularity in the last moments of
  its career; at any rate; it established; the record of             being the only living
  thing that had permanently thwarted             Teresa Thropplestance's plans。
  Dora Yonelet broke off her engagement with an Indian                     civilian; and
  married   Bertie   three   months   after   his    grandmother's   death   … Teresa   did
  not    long   survive    the   German       governess     fiasco。    At   Christmas      time
  every   year     young   Mrs。   Thropplestance   hangs   an   extra   large   festoon   of
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  evergreens on the elk horns that decorate the hall。
  〃It was a fearsome beast;〃 she observes to Bertie;                〃but I always feel
  that it was instrumental in bringing           us together。〃
  Which; of course; was true。
  〃DOWN PENS〃
  〃HAVE   you   written   to   thank   the   Froplinsons   for   what       they   sent
  us?〃 asked Egbert。
  〃No;〃   said   Janetta;  with   a note   of  tired   defiance in    her  voice;   〃I've
  written eleven letters to…day expressing            surprise and gratitude for sundry
  unmerited gifts; but I       haven't written to the Froplinsons。〃
  〃Some one will have to write to them;〃 said Egbert。
  〃I don't dispute the necessity; but I don't think             the some one should
  be    me;〃   said   Janetta。    〃I    wouldn't     mind     writing    a  letter  of   angry
  recrimination   or   heartless      satire   to   some   suitable   recipient;   in   fact;   I
  should      rather   enjoy   it;   but   I've   come   to   the   end   of   my   capacity for
  expressing servile amiability。          Eleven letters to…day        and nine yesterday;
  all couched in the same strain of            ecstatic thankfulness: really; you can't
  expect   me   to   sit   down   to   another。     There   is   such   a   thing   as   writing
  oneself out。〃
  〃I've   written   nearly   as   many;〃   said   Egbert;   〃and   I've   had   my   usual
  business   correspondence         to   get  through;    too。    Besides;   I   don't   know
  what it was that the       Froplinsons sent us。〃
  〃A William the Conqueror calendar;〃 said Janetta;                 〃with a quotation
  of one of his great thoughts for every           day in the year。〃
  〃Impossible;〃 said   Egbert; 〃he   didn't have three            hundred and sixty…
  five   thoughts   in   the   whole   of   his   life; or;   if   he   did;   he   kept   them   to
  himself。     He was a man of         action; not of introspection。〃
  〃Well;    it  was   William     Wordsworth;       then;〃   said   Janetta;    〃I  know
  William came into it somewhere。〃
  〃That sounds more probable;〃 said Egbert; 〃well;                let's collaborate on
  this letter of thanks and get it        done。     I'll dictate; and you can scribble it
  down。      'Dear     Mrs。  Froplinson   … thank   you   and   your husband so   much
  for    the very pretty calendar you sent us。            It was very good         of you to
  think of us。' 〃
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  〃You can't possibly say that;〃 said Janetta; laying            down her pen。
  〃It's what I always do say; and what every one says               to me;〃 protested
  Egbert。
  〃We   sent   them   something   on   the   twenty…second;〃   said       Janetta;   〃so
  they simply HAD to think of us。            There was      no getting away from it。〃
  〃What did we send them?〃 asked Egbert gloomily。
  〃Bridge…markers;〃        said   Janetta;   〃in  a  cardboard      case;   with    some
  inanity about 'digging for fortune with a            royal spade' emblazoned on the
  cover。     The moment I saw           it in the shop I said to myself 'Froplinsons'
  and   to   the  attendant   'How   much?'        When   he   said   'Ninepence;'   I   gave
  him their   address;  jabbed our   card in;  paid tenpence   or          elevenpence   to
  cover     the   postage;    and   thanked     heaven。       With     less   sincerity   and
  infinitely more trouble they         eventually thanked me。〃
  〃The Froplinsons don't play bridge;〃 said Egbert。
  〃One is not supposed to notice social deformities of                 that sort;〃 said
  Janetta;   〃it   wouldn't   be   polite。   Besides;   what   trouble   did   they   take   to
  find   out   whether     we   read   Wordsworth   with   gladness?          For   all   they
  knew or      cared we might be frantically embedded in the belief that                   all
  poetry   begins   and   ends   with   John   Masefield;   and   it   might   infuriate   or
  depress us to have   a   daily  sample   of       Wordsworthian products   flung   at
  us。〃
  〃Well; let's get on with the letter of thanks;〃 said          Egbert。
  〃Proceed;〃 said Janetta。
  〃 'How clever of you to guess that Wordsworth is our                favourite poet;'
  〃 dictated Egbert。
  Again Janetta laid down her pen。
  〃Do you realise what that means?〃 she asked; 〃a               Wordsworth booklet
  next Christmas; and another calendar             the Christmas after; with the same
  problem of having to         write suitable letters of thankfulness。         No; the best
  thing to do is to drop all further allusion to the            calendar and switch off
  on to some other topic。〃
  〃But what other topic?〃
  〃Oh;    something      like  this:  'What    do  you    think   of  the   New     Year
  Honours   List?      A  friend   of   ours   made   such   a  clever   remark   when   he
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  read it。'   Then you can stick in         any remark that comes into your head; it
  needn't be     clever。     The Froplinsons won't know whether it is or              isn't。〃
  〃We   don't   even   know   on   which   side   they  are   in  politics;〃   objected
  Egbert;     〃and   anyhow     you    can't   suddenly     dismiss    the   subject   of  the
  calendar。     Surely     there    must   be   some    intelligent   remark    that  can   be
  made      about it。〃
  〃Well; we can't think of one;〃 said Janetta wearily;             〃the fact is; we've
  both    written    ourselves    out。   Heavens!         I've    just  remembered       Mrs。
  Stephen Ludberry。         I haven't    thanked her for what she sent。〃
  〃What did she send?〃
  〃I forget; I think it was a calendar。〃
  There was a long silence; the forlorn silence of              those who are bereft
  of hope and have almost ceased to            care。
  Presently Egbert started from his seat with an air             of resolution。     The
  light of battle was in his eyes。
  〃Let me come to the writing…table;〃 he exclaimed。
  〃Gladly;〃 said Janetta。       〃Are you going to write to          Mrs。 Ludberry or
  the Froplinsons?〃
  〃To neither;〃 said Egbert; drawing a stack of             notepaper towards him;
  〃I'm   going   to   write   to   the   editor of   every   enlightened   and   influential
  newspaper in the        Kingdom; I'm going to suggest that there should be a
  sort    of epistolary Truce of God during the festivities of              Christmas and
  New Year。       From the twenty…fourth of           December to the third or fourth
  of January it shall be       considered an offence against good sense and good
  feeling     to   write   or   expect   any   letter   or   communication   that   does  not
  deal with the necessary events of the moment。                  Answers to invitations;
  arrangements about trains;          renewal of club subscriptions; and; of course;
  all the     ordinary  everyday  affairs   of   business;   sickness;   engaging        new
  cooks;   and   so   forth;   these   will   be   dealt   with   in   the usual   manner   as
  something   inevitable;   a   legitimate   part      of   our   daily   life。 But   all   the
  devastating accretions of         correspondence; incident to the festive season;
  these    should be swept away to give the season a chance of being                   really
  festive; a time of untroubled; unpunctuated peace               and good will。〃
  〃But   you   would   have   to   make   some   acknowledgment   of           presents
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