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还乡The Return Of The Native-第24部分

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The first five minutes of listening was interesting enough to the mummers。  The five minutes extended to ten minutes; and these to a quarter of an hour; but no signs of ceasing were audible in the lively “Dream。”  The bumping against the door; the laughter; the stamping; were all as vigorous as ever; and the pleasure in being outside lessened considerably。 
“Why does Mrs。 Yeobright give parties of this sort?” Eustacia asked; a little surprised to hear merriment so pronounced。 
“It is not one of her bettermost parlour…parties。 She’s asked the plain neighbours and workpeople without drawing any lines; just to give ‘em a good supper and such like。  Her son and she wait upon the folks。”
“I see;” said Eustacia。 
“’Tis the last strain; I think;” said Saint George; with his ear to the panel。  “A young man and woman have just swung into this corner; and he’s saying to her; ‘Ah; the pity; ‘tis over for us this time; my own。’”
“Thank God;” said the Turkish Knight; stamping; and taking from the wall the conventional lance that each of the mummers carried。  Her boots being thinner than those of the young men; the hoar had damped her feet and made them cold。 
“Upon my song ‘tis another ten minutes for us;” said the Valiant Soldier; looking through the keyhole as the tune modulated into another without stopping。  “Grandfer Cantle is standing in this corner; waiting his turn。”
“’Twon’t be long; ‘tis a six…handed reel;” said the Doctor。
“Why not go in; dancing or no?  They sent for us;” said the Saracen。 
“Certainly not;” said Eustacia authoritatively; as she paced smartly up and down from door to gate to warm herself。  “We should burst into the middle of them and stop the dance; and that would be unmannerly。”
“He thinks himself somebody because he has had a bit more schooling than we;” said the Doctor。 
“You may go to the deuce!” said Eustacia。 
There was a whispered conversation between three or four of them; and one turned to her。 
“Will you tell us one thing?” he said; not without gentleness。 
“Be you Miss Vye?  We think you must be。”
“You may think what you like;” said Eustacia slowly。
“But honourable lads will not tell tales upon a lady。”
“We’ll say nothing; miss。  That’s upon our honour。”
“Thank you;” she replied。 
At this moment the fiddles finished off with a screech; and the serpent emitted a last note that nearly lifted the roof。  When; from the parative quiet within; the mummers judged that the dancers had taken their seats; Father Christmas advanced; lifted the latch; and put his head inside the door。
“Ah; the mummers; the mummers!” cried several guests at once。 
“Clear a space for the mummers。”
Humpbacked Father Christmas then made a plete entry;
swinging his huge club; and in a general way clearing the
stage for the actors proper; while he informed the pany
in smart verse that he was e; wele or wele not;
concluding his speech with

“Make room; make room; my gallant boys;
And give us space to rhyme;
We’ve e to show Saint George’s play;
Upon this Christmas time。”

The guests were now arranging themselves at one end of the room; the fiddler was mending a string; the serpent…player was emptying his mouthpiece; and the play began。  First of those outside the Valiant Soldier entered; in the interest of Saint George—
“Here e I; the Valiant Soldier;
Slasher is my name”;
and so on。  This speech concluded with a challenge to the infidel; at the end of which it was Eustacia’s duty to enter as the Turkish Knight。  She; with the rest who were not yet on; had hitherto remained in the moonlight which streamed under the porch。  With no apparent effort or backwardness she came in; beginning—

“Here e I; a Turkish Knight;
Who learnt in Turkish land to fight;
I’ll fight this man with courage bold:
If his blood’s hot I’ll make it cold!”

During her declamation Eustacia held her head erect; and spoke as roughly as she could; feeling pretty secure from observation。  But the concentration upon her part necessary to prevent discovery; the newness of the scene; the shine of the candles; and the confusing effect upon her vision of the ribboned visor which hid her features; left her absolutely unable to perceive who were present as spectators。  On the further side of a table bearing candles she could faintly discern faces; and that was all。
Meanwhile Jim Starks as the Valiant Soldier had e forward; and; with a glare upon the Turk; replied—
“If; then; thou art that Turkish Knight; Draw out thy sword; and let us fight!”
And fight they did; the issue of the bat being that the Valiant Soldier was slain by a preternaturally inadequate thrust from Eustacia; Jim; in his ardour for genuine histrionic art; ing down like a log upon the stone floor with force enough to dislocate his shoulder。  Then; after more words from the Turkish Knight; rather too faintly delivered; and statements that he’d fight Saint George and all his crew; Saint George himself magnificently entered with the well…known flourish—

“Here e I; Saint George; the valiant man;
With naked sword and spear in hand;
Who fought the dragon and brought him to the slaughter; And by this won fair Sabra; the King of Egypt’s daughter;
What mortal man would dare to stand
Before me with my sword in hand?”


This was the lad who had first recognized Eustacia; and when she now; as the Turk; replied with suitable defiance; and at once began the bat; the young fellow took especial care to use his sword as gently as possible。  Being wounded; the Knight fell upon one knee; according to the direction。  The Doctor now entered; restored the Knight by giving him a draught from the bottle which he carried; and the fight was again resumed; the Turk sinking by degrees until quite overe—dying as hard in this venerable drama as he is said to do at the present day。 
This gradual sinking to the earth was; in fact; one reason why Eustacia had thought that the part of the Turkish Knight; though not the shortest; would suit her best。  A direct fall from upright to horizontal; which was the end of the other fighting characters; was not an elegant or decorous part for a girl。  But it was easy to die like a Turk; by a dogged decline。 
Eustacia was now among the number of the slain; though not on the floor; for she had managed to sink into a sloping position against the clock…case; so that her head was well elevated。  The play proceeded between Saint George; the Saracen; the Doctor; and Father Christmas; and Eustacia; having no more to do; for the first time found leisure to observe the scene round; and to search for the form that had drawn her hither。


6 … The Two Stand Face to Face


The room had been arranged with a view to the dancing; the large oak table having been moved back till it stood as a breastwork to the fireplace。  At each end; behind; and in the chimney…corner were grouped the guests; many of them being warm…faced and panting; among whom Eustacia cursorily recognized some well…to…do persons from beyond the heath。  Thomasin; as she had expected; was not visible; and Eustacia recollected that a light had shone from an upper window when they were outside—the window; probably; of Thomasin’s room。  A nose; chin; hands; knees; and toes projected from the seat within the chimney opening; which members she found to unite in the person of Grandfer Cantle; Mrs。 Yeobright’s occasional assistant in the garden; and therefore one of the invited。  The smoke went up from an Etna of peat in front of him; played round the notches of the chimney…crook; struck against the salt…box; and got lost among the flitches。 
Another part of the room soon riveted her gaze。  At the other side of the chimney stood the settle; which is the necessary supplement to a fire so open that nothing less than a strong breeze will carry up the smoke。  It is; to the hearths of old…fashioned cavernous fireplaces; what the east belt of trees is to the exposed country estate; or the north wall to the garden。  Outside the settle candles gutter; locks of hair wave; young women shiver; and old men sneeze。  Inside is Paradise。  Not a symptom of a draught disturbs the air; the sitters’ backs are as warm as their faces; and songs and old tales are drawn from the occupants by the fortable heat; like fruit from melon plants in a frame。 
It was; however; not with those who sat in the settle that Eustacia was concerned。  A face showed itself with marked distinctness against the dark…tanned wood of the upper part。  The owner; who was leaning against the settle’s outer end; was Clement Yeobright; or Clym; as he was called here; she knew it could be nobody else。  The spectacle constituted an area of two feet in Rembrandt’s intensest manner。  A strange power in the lounger’s appearance lay in the fact that; though his whole figure was visible; the observer’s eye was only aware of his face。 
To one of middle age the countenance was that of a young man; though a youth might hardly have seen any necessity for the term of immaturity。  But it was really one of those faces which convey less the idea of so many years as its age than of so much experience as its store。  The number of their years may have adequately summed up Jared; Mahalaleel; and the rest of the antediluvians; but the age of a modern man is to be measured by the intensity of his history。 
The face was well shaped; even excellently。  But the mind within was beginning to use it as a mere waste tablet whereon to trace its idiosyncrasies as they developed themselves。  The beauty here visible would in no long time be ruthlessly over…run by its parasite; thought; which might just as well have fed upon a plainer exterior where there was nothing it could harm。  Had Heaven preserved Yeobright from a wearing habit of meditation; people would have said; “A handsome man。”  Had his brain unfolded under sharper contours they would have said; “A thoughtful man。”  But an inner strenuousness was preying upon an outer symmetry; and they rated his look as singular。 
Hence people who began by beholding him ended by perusing him。 
His countenance was overlaid with legible meanings。  Without being thought…worn he yet had certain marks derived from a perception of his surroundings; such as are not unfrequently found on men at the end of the four or five years of endeavour which follow the close of placid pupilage。  He already showed that thought is a disease of flesh; and indirectly bore evidence that ideal physical beauty is inpatible with emotional development and a full recognition of the coil of things。  Mental luminousness must be fed with the oil of life; even though there is already a physical need for it; and the pitiful sight of two demands on one supply was just showing itself here。 
When standing before certain men the philosopher regrets that thinkers are but perishable tissue; the artist that perishable tissue has to think。  Thus to deplore; each from his point of view; the mutually destructive interdependence of spirit and flesh would have been instinctive with these in critically observing Yeobright。 
As for his look; it was a natural cheerfulness striving against depression from without; and not quite succeeding。  The look suggested isolation; but it revealed something more。  As is 
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