第4章

类别:其他 作者:John Galsworthy字数:9433更新时间:18/12/18 14:50:10
\"IfIwerethefinestpainterintheworld,hewouldn’tthinkanythingofmeforit,I’mafraid;butifIcouldshowhimhandfulsofbigchequesforbadpicturesIhadpainted,hewouldrespectme。\" Shesmiled,andsaid:\"Ilovehim。\" \"ThenIshalllikehim,\"Harzansweredsimply。 Sheputherhandout,andherfingersmethis。\"Weshallbelate,\" shesaid,glowing,andcatchingupherbook:\"I’malwayslate!\" VII Therewasoneotherguestatdinner,awell—groomedpersonwithpale,fattishface,darkeyes,andhairthinonthetemples,whoseclotheshadamilitarycut。Helookedlikeamanfondofease,whohadgoneoutofhisgroove,andcollidedwithlife。HerrPaulintroducedhimasCountMarioSarelli。 Twohanginglampswithcrimsonshadesthrewarosylightoverthetable,where,inthecentrestoodasilverbasket,fullofirises。 Throughtheopenwindowsthegardenwasallclustersofblackfoliageinthedyinglight。Mothsflutteredroundthelamps;Greta,followingthemwithhereyes,gavequiteaudiblesighsofpleasurewhentheyescaped。Bothgirlsworewhite,andHarz,whosatoppositeChristian,keptlookingather,andwonderingwhyhehadnotpaintedherinthatdress。 Mrs。Decieunderstoodtheartofdining——thedinner,orderedbyHerrPaul,wasadmirable;theservantssilentastheir,shadows;therewasalwaysahumofconversation。 Sarelli,whosatonherrighthand,seemedtopartakeoflittleexceptolives,whichhedippedintoaglassofsherry。Heturnedhisblack,solemneyessilentlyfromfacetoface,nowandthenaskingthemeaningofanEnglishword。AfteradiscussiononmodernRome,itwasdebatedwhetherornoacriminalcouldbetoldbytheexpressionofhisface。 \"Crime,\"saidMrs。Decie,passingherhandacrossherbrow——\"crimeisbutthehallmarkofstrongindividuality。\" MissNaylor,gushingratherpink,stammered:\"Agreatcrimemustshowitself——amurder。Why,ofcourse!\" \"Ifthatwereso,\"saidDawney,\"weshouldonlyhavetolookaboutus——nomoredetectives。\" MissNaylorrejoinedwithslightseverity:\"Icannotconceivethatsuchathingcanpassthehumanfaceby,leavingnoimpression!\" Harzsaidabruptly:\"Thereareworsethingsthanmurder。\" \"Ah!parexemple!\"saidSarelli。 Therewasaslightstirallroundthetable。 \"Verrygood,\"criedoutHerrPaul,\"avot’sante,cher。\" MissNaylorshivered,asifsomeonehadputapennydownherback; andMrs。Decie,leaningtowardsHarz,smiledlikeonewhohasmadeapetdogdoatrick。Christianalonewasmotionless,lookingthoughtfullyatHarz。 \"Isawamantriedformurderonce,\"hesaid,\"amurderforrevenge; Iwatchedthejudge,andIthoughtallthetime:’I’dratherbethatmurdererthanyou;I’veneverseenameanerface;youcrawlthroughlife;you’renotacriminal,simplybecauseyouhaven’tthecourage。’\" Inthedubioussilencefollowingthepainter’sspeech,Mr。Treffrycoulddistinctlybeheardhumming。ThenSarellisaid:\"Whatdoyousaytoanarchists,whoarenotmen,butsavagebeasts,whomIwouldteartopieces!\" \"Astothat,\"Harzanswereddefiantly,\"itmaybewisetohangthem,butthentherearesomanyothermenthatitwouldbewisetohang。\" \"Howcanwetellwhattheywentthrough;whattheirliveswere?\" murmuredChristian。 MissNaylor,whohadbeenrollingapelletofbread,concealedithastily。\"Theyare——alwaysgivenachanceto——repent——Ibelieve,\" shesaid。 \"Forwhattheyareabouttoreceive,\"drawledDawney。 Mrs。Deciesignalledwithherfan:\"Wearetryingtoexpresstheinexpressible——shallwegointothegarden?\" Allrose;Harzstoodbythewindow,andinpassing,Christianlookedathim。 Hesatdownagainwithasuddensenseofloss。Therewasnowhitefigureoppositenow。RaisinghiseyeshemetSarelli’s。TheItalianwasregardinghimwithacuriousstare。 HerrPaulbeganretailingapieceofscandalhehadheardthatafternoon。 \"Shockingaffair!\"hesaid;\"Icouldneverhavebelieveditofher! B———isquitebesidehimself。Yesterdaytherewasarow,itseems!\" \"Therehasbeenoneeverydayformonths,\"mutteredDawney。 \"Buttoleavewithoutaword,andgonooneknowswhere!B———is’viveur’nodoubt,mais,monDieu,quevoulezvous?Shewasalwaysapoor,palething。Why!,whenmy———\"heflourishedhiscigar;\"Iwasnotalways———whatIshouldhavebeen———onelivesinaworldoffleshandblood———wearenotallangels———quediable!Butthisisaveryvulgarbusiness。Shegoesoff;leaveseverything———withoutaword; andB———isveryfondofher。Thesethingsarenotdone!\"thestarchedbosomofhisshirtseemedswollenbyindignation。 Mr。Treffry,withaheavyhandonthetable,eyedhimsideways。 Dawneysaidslowly: \"B———isabeast;I’msorryforthepoorwoman;butwhatcanshedoalone?\" \"Thereis,nodoubt,aman,\"putinSarelli。 HerrPaulmuttered:\"Whoknows?\" \"WhatisB———goingtodo?\"saidDawney。 \"Ah!\"saidHerrPaul。\"Heisfondofher。Heisachapofresolution,hewillgetherback。Hetoldme:’Well,youknow,I shallfollowherwherevershegoestillshecomesback。’Hewilldoit,heisadeterminedchap;hewillfollowherwherevershegoes。\" Mr。Treffrydrankhiswineoffatagulp,andsuckedhismoustacheinsharply。 \"Shewasafooltomarryhim,\"saidDawney;\"theyhaven’tapointincommon;shehateshimlikepoison,andshe’sthebetterofthetwo。 Butitdoesn’tpayawomantorunofflikethat。B———hadbetterhurryup,though。Whatdoyouthink,sir?\"hesaidtoMr。Treffry。 \"Eh?\"saidMr。Treffry;\"howshouldIknow?AskPaulthere,he’soneofyourmoralmen,orCountSarelli。\" Thelattersaidimpassively:\"IfIcaredforherIshouldverylikelykillher——ifnot——\"heshruggedhisshoulders。 Harz,whowaswatching,wasremindedofhisotherwordsatdinner,\"wildbeastswhomIwouldteartopieces。\"Helookedwithinterestatthisquietmanwhosaidtheseextremelyferociousthings,andthought:’Ishouldliketopaintthatfellow。’ HerrPaultwirledhiswine—glassinhisfingers。\"Therearefamilyties,\"hesaid,\"thereissociety,thereisdecency;awifeshouldbewithherhusband。B———willdoquiteright。Hemustgoafterher; shewillnotperhapscomebackatfirst;hewillfollowher;shewillbegintothink,’Iamhelpless——Iamridiculous!’Awomanissoonbeaten。Theywillreturn。Sheisoncemorewithherhusband—— Societywillforgive,itwillbeallright。\" \"ByJove,Paul,\"growledMr。Treffry,\"wonderfulpowerofargument!\" \"Awifeisawife,\"pursuedHerrPaul;\"amanhasarighttohersociety。\" \"Whatdoyousaytothat,sir?\"askedDawney。 Mr。Treffrytuggedathisbeard:\"Makeawomanlivewithyou,ifshedon’twantto?Icallitlow。\" \"But,mydear,\"exclaimedHerrPaul,\"howshouldyouknow?Youhavenotbeenmarried。\" \"No,thanktheLord!\"Mr。Treffryreplied。 \"Butlookingatthequestionbroadly,sir,\"saidDawney;\"ifahusbandalwaysletshiswifedoasshelikes,howwouldthethingworkout?Whatbecomesofthemarriagetie?\" \"Themarriagetie,\"growledMr。Treffry,\"isthebiggestthingthereis!But,byJove,Doctor,I’maDutchmanifhuntingwomeneverhelpedthemarriagetie!\" \"Iamnotthinkingofmyself,\"HerrPaulcriedout,\"Ithinkofthecommunity。Therearerights。\" \"Adecentcommunityneveryetaskedamantotreadonhisself— respect。IfIgetmyfingersskinnedovermymarriage,whichI undertakeatmyownrisk,what’sthecommunitytodowithit?D’youthinkI’mgoingtowhinetoittoputtheplasteron?Astorights,it’dbeadeucedsightbetterforusalliftherewasn’tsuchafussabout’em。Leavethattowomen!Idon’tgiveatinker’sdamnformenwhotalkabouttheirrightsinsuchmatters。\" Sarellirose。\"Butyourhonour,\"hesaid,\"thereisyourhonour!\" Mr。Treffrystaredathim。 \"Honour!Ifhuntin’women’syourideaofhonour,well——itisn’tmine。\" \"Thenyou’dforgiveher,sir,whateverhappened,\"Dawneysaid。 \"Forgivenessisanotherthing。Ileavethattoyoursanctimoniousbeggars。But,huntawoman!Hangit,sir,I’mnotacad!\"andbringinghishanddownwitharattle,headded:\"Thisisasubjectthatdon’tbeartalkingof。\" Sarellifellbackinhisseat,twirlinghismoustachesfiercely。 Harz,whohadrisen,lookedatChristian’semptyplace。 ’IfIweremarried!’hethoughtsuddenly。 HerrPaul,withasomewhatvinousglare,stillmuttered,\"Butyourdutytothefamily!\" Harzslippedthroughthewindow。Themoonwaslikeawonderfulwhitelanterninthepurplesky;therewasbutasmoulderofstars。 Beneaththesoftnessoftheairwastheicinessofthesnow;itmadehimwanttorunandleap。Asleepybeetledroppedonitsback;heturneditoverandwatcheditscurryacrossthegrass。 SomeonewasplayingSchumann’sKinderscenen。Harzstoodstilltolisten。Thenotescametwining,weavingroundhisthoughts;thewholenightseemedfullofgirlishvoices,ofhopesandfancies,soaringawaytomountainheights——invisible,yetpresent。Betweenthestemsoftheacacia—treeshecouldseetheflickerofwhitedresses,whereChristianandGretawerewalkingarminarm。Hewenttowardsthem;thebloodflushedupinhisface,hefeltalmostsurfeitedbysomesweetemotion。Then,insuddenhorror,hestoodstill。Hewasinlove!Withnothingdonewitheverythingbeforehim!Hewasgoingtobowdowntoaface!Theflickerofthedresseswasnolongervisible。Hewouldnotbefettered,hewouldstampitout!Heturnedaway;butwitheachstep,somethingseemedtojabathisheart。 Roundthecornerofthehouse,intheshadowofthewall,Dominique,theLuganese,inembroideredslippers,wassmokingalongcherry—woodpipe,leaningagainstatree——Mephistophelesineveningclothes。 Harzwentuptohim。 \"Lendmeapencil,Dominique。\" \"Bien,M’sieu。\" RestingacardagainstthetreeHarzwrotetoMrs。Decie:\"Forgiveme,Iamobligedtogoaway。InafewdaysIshallhopetoreturn,andfinishthepictureofyournieces。\" HesentDominiqueforhishat。Duringtheman’sabsencehewasonthepointoftearingupthecardandgoingbackintothehouse。 WhentheLuganesereturnedhethrustthecardintohishand,andwalkedoutbetweenthetallpoplars,waiting,likeraggedghosts,silverwithmoonlight。 VIII Harzwalkedawayalongtheroad。Adogwashowling。Thesoundseemedtooappropriate。Heputhisfingerstohisears,butthelugubriousnoisepassedthosebarriers,andmadeitswayintohisheart。Wastherenothingthatwouldputanendtothisemotion?Itwasnobetterintheoldhouseonthewall;hespentthenighttrampingupanddown。 Justbeforedaybreakheslippedoutwithaknapsack,takingtheroadtowardsMeran。 HehadnotquitepassedthroughGrieswhenheovertookamanwalkinginthemiddleoftheroadandleavingatrailofcigarsmokebehindhim。 \"Ah!myfriend,\"thesmokersaid,\"youwalkearly;areyougoingmyway?\" ItwasCountSarelli。Therawlighthadimpartedagreytingetohispaleface,thegrowthofhisbeardshowedblackalreadybeneaththeskin;histhumbswerehookedinthepocketsofacloselybuttonedcoat,hegesticulatedwithhisfingers。 \"Youaremakingajourney?\"hesaid,noddingattheknapsack。\"Youareearly——Iamlate;ourfriendhasadmirablekummel——Ihavedrunktoomuch。Youhavenotbeentobed,Ithink?Ifthereisnosleepinone’sbeditisnogoodgoingtolookforit。Youfindthat?Itisbettertodrinkkummel……!Pardon!Youaredoingtherightthing:getaway!Getawayasfastaspossible!Don’twait,andletitcatchyou!\" Harzstaredathimamazed。 \"Pardon!\"Sarellisaidagain,raisinghishat,\"thatgirl——thewhitegirl——Isaw。Youdowelltogetaway!\"heswayedalittleashewalked。\"Thatoldfellow——whatishisname—Trrreffr—ry!Whatideasofhonour!\"Hemumbled:\"Honourisanabstraction!Ifamanisnottruetoanabstraction,heisalowtype;butwaitaminute!\" Heputhishandtohissideasthoughinpain。 Thehedgeswerebrighteningwithafaintpinkyglow;therewasnosoundonthelong,desertedroad,butthatoftheirfootsteps; suddenlyabirdcommencedtochirp,anotheranswered——theworldseemedfulloftheselittlevoices。 Sarellistopped。 \"Thatwhitegirl,\"hesaid,speakingwithrapidity。\"Yes!Youdowell!getaway!Don’tletitcatchyou!Iwaited,itcaughtme—— whathappened?Everythinghorrible——andnow——kummel!\"Laughingathicklaugh,hegaveatwirltohismoustache,andswaggeredon。 \"Iwasafinefellow——nothingtoobigforMarioSarelli;theregimentlookedtome。Thenshecame——withhereyesandherwhitedress,alwayswhite,likethisone;thelittlemoleonherchin,herhandsforevermoving——theirtouchaswarmassunbeams。Then,nolongerSarellithis,andthat!Thelittlehouseclosetotheramparts!Twoarms,twoeyes,andnothinghere,\"hetappedhisbreast,\"butflamesthatmadeashesquickly——inher,likethisash——!\"heflickedthewhiteflakeoffhiscigar。\"It’sdroll!Youagree,hein?SomedayIshallgobackandkillher。Inthemeantime——kummel!\" Hestoppedatahouseclosetotheroad,andstoodstill,histeethbaredinagrin。 \"ButIboreyou,\"hesaid。Hiscigar,flungdown,sputteredforthitssparksontheroadinfrontofHarz。\"Ilivehere——good—morning! Youareamanforwork——yourhonourisyourArt!Iknow,andyouareyoung!Themanwholovesfleshbetterthanhishonourisalowtype— —Iamalowtype。I!MarioSarelli,alowtype!Ilovefleshbetterthanmyhonour!\" Heremainedswayingatthegatewiththegrinfixedonhisface;thenstaggeredupthesteps,andbangedthedoor。ButbeforeHarzhadwalkedon,heagainappeared,beckoning,inthedoorway。Obeyinganimpulse,Harzwentin。 \"Wewillmakeanightofit,\"saidSareIIi;\"wine,brandy,kummel?I amvirtuous——kummelitmustbeforme!\" Hesatdownatapiano,andbegantotouchthekeys。Harzpouredoutsomewine。Sarellinodded。 \"Youbeginwiththat?Allegro——piu——presto! Wine——brandy——kummel!\"hequickenedthetimeofthetune:\"itisnottoolongapassage,andthis\"——hetookhishandsoffthekeys——\"comesafter。\" Harzsmiled。 \"Somemendonotkillthemselves,\"hesaid。 Sarelli,whowasbendingandswayingtothemusicofatarantella,brokeoff,andlettinghiseyesrestonthepainter,beganplayingSchumann’sKinderscenen。Harzleapedtohisfeet。 \"Stopthat!\"hecried。 \"Itpricksyou?\"saidSarellisuavely;\"whatdoyouthinkofthis?\" heplayedagain,crouchingoverthepiano,andmakingthenotessoundlikethecryingofawoundedanimal。 \"Forme!\"hesaid,swinginground,andrising。 \"Yourhealth!Andsoyoudon’tbelieveinsuicide,butinmurder? Thecustomistheotherway;butyoudon’tbelieveincustoms? CustomsareonlyforSociety?\"Hedrankaglassofkummel。\"YoudonotloveSociety?\" Harzlookedathimintently;hedidnotwanttoquarrel。 \"Iamnottoofondofotherpeople’sthoughts,\"hesaidatlast;\"I prefertothinkmyown。 \"AndisSocietyneverright?ThatpoorSociety!\" \"Society!WhatisSociety——afewmeningoodcoats?Whathasitdoneforme?\" Sarellibittheendoffacigar。 \"Ah!\"hesaid;\"nowwearecomingtoit。Itisgoodtobeanartist,afinebantamofanartist;whereothermenhavetheirdis—ci—pline,hehashis,whatshallwesay——hismoundofroses?\" Thepainterstartedtohisfeet。 \"Yes,\"saidSarelli,withahiccough,\"youareafinefellow!\" \"Andyouaredrunk!\"criedHarz。 \"Alittledrunk——notmuch,notenoughtomatter!\" Harzbrokeintolaughter。Itwascrazytostaytherelisteningtothismadfellow。Whathadbroughthimin?Hemovedtowardsthedoor。 \"Ah!\"saidSarelli,\"butitisnogoodgoingtobed——letustalk。I havealottosay——itispleasanttotalktoanarchistsattimes。\" Fulldaylightwasalreadycomingthroughthechinksoftheshutters。 \"Youareallanarchists,youpainters,youwritingfellows。Youlivebyplayingballwithfacts。Images——nothingsolid—hein?You’reallfornewthingstoo,totickleyournerves。Nodiscipline!Trueanarchists,everyoneofyou!\" Harzpouredoutanotherglassofwineanddrankitoff。Theman’sfeverishexcitementwascatching。 \"Onlyfools,\"hereplied,\"takethingsforgranted。Asfordiscipline,whatdoyouaristocrats,orbourgeoisknowofdiscipline? Haveyoueverbeenhungry?Haveyoueverhadyoursouldownonitsback?\" \"Soulonitsback?Thatisgood!\" \"Aman’snouse,\"criedHarz,\"ifhe’salwaysthinkingofwhatothersthink;hemuststandonhisownlegs。\" \"Hemustnotthenconsiderotherpeople?\" \"Notfromcowardiceanyway。\" Sarellidrank。 \"Whatwouldyoudo,\"hesaid,strikinghischest,\"ifyouhadadevil—here?Wouldyougotobed?\" AsortofpityseizedonHarz。Hewantedtosaysomethingthatwouldbeconsolingbutcouldfindnowords;andsuddenlyhefeltdisgusted。 Whatlinkwastherebetweenhimandthisman;betweenhisloveandthisman’slove? \"Harz!\"mutteredSarelli;\"Harzmeans’tar,’hein?Yourfamilyisnotanoldone?\" Harzglared,andsaid:\"Myfatherisapeasant。\" Sarelliliftedthekummelbottleandemptieditintohisglass,withasteadyhand。 \"You’rehonest——andwebothhavedevils。Iforgot;Ibroughtyouintoseeapicture!\" Hethrewwidetheshutters;thewindowswerealreadyopen,andarushofaircamein。 \"Ah!\"hesaid,sniffing,\"smellsoftheearth,nichtwahr,HerrArtist?Youshouldknow——itbelongstoyourfather……Come,here’smypicture;aCorreggio!Whatdoyouthinkofit?\" \"Itisacopy。\" \"Youthink?\" \"Iknow。\" \"Thenyouhavegivenmethelie,Signor,\"anddrawingouthishandkerchiefSareIIiflickeditinthepainter’sface。 Harzturnedwhite。 \"Duellingisagoodcustom!\"saidSarelli。\"Ishallhavethehonourtoteachyoujustthisone,unlessyouareafraid。Herearepistols— —thisroomistwentyfeetacrossatleast,twentyfeetisnobaddistance。\" Andpullingoutadrawerhetooktwopistolsfromacase,andputthemonthetable。 \"Thelightisgood——butperhapsyouareafraid。\" \"Givemeone!\"shoutedtheinfuriatedpainter;\"andgotothedevilforafool\" \"Onemoment!\"Sarellimurmured:\"Iwillloadthem,theyaremoreusefulloaded。\" Harzleanedoutofthewindow;hisheadwasinawhirl。’Whatonearthishappening?’hethought。’He’smad——orIam!Confoundhim! I’mnotgoingtobekilled!’Heturnedandwenttowardsthetable。 Sarelli’sheadwassunkonhisarms,hewasasleep。Harzmethodicallytookupthepistols,andputthembackintothedrawer。 Asoundmadehimturnhishead;therestoodatall,strongyoungwomaninaloosegowncaughttogetheronherchest。Hergreyeyesglancedfromthepaintertothebottles,fromthebottlestothepistol—case。Asimplereasoning,whichstruckHarzascomic。 \"Itisoftenlikethis,\"shesaidinthecountrypatois;\"derHerrmustnotbefrightened。\" LiftingthemotionlessSarelliasifhewereababy,shelaidhimonacouch。 \"Ah!\"shesaid,sittingdownandrestingherelbowonthetable;\"hewillnotwake!\" Harzbowedtoher;herpatientfigure,inspiteofitsyouthandstrength,seemedtohimpathetic。Takinguphisknapsack,hewentout。 Thesmokeofcottagesrosestraight;wispsofmistwerewanderingaboutthevalley,andthesongsofbirdsdroppinglikeblessings。 Alloverthegrassthespidershadspunaseaofthreadsthatbentandquiveredtothepressureoftheair,likefairytight—ropes。 Allthatdayhetramped。 Blacksmiths,tallstoutmenwithknottedmuscles,sleepyeyes,andgreatfairbeards,cameoutoftheirforgestostretchandwipetheirbrows,andstareathim。 Teamsofwhiteoxen,waitingtobeharnessed,lashedtheirtailsagainsttheirflanks,movingtheirheadsslowlyfromsidetosideintheheat。Oldwomenatchaletdoorsblinkedandknitted。 Thewhitehouses,withgapingcavesofstorageundertheroofs,theredchurchspire,theclinkingofhammersintheforges,theslowstampingofoxen—allspokeofsleepytoil,withoutideasorambition。 Harzknewitalltoowell;liketheearth’sodour,itbelongedtohim,asSarellihadsaid。 Towardssunsetcomingtoacopseoflarches,hesatdowntorest。Itwasverystill,butforthetinkleofcowbells,and,fromsomewhereinthedistance,thesoundofdroppinglogs。 Twobarefootedlittleboyscamefromthewood,marchingearnestlyalong,andlookingatHarzasifhewereamonster。Oncepasthim,theybegantorun。 ’Attheirage,’hethought,’Ishouldhavedonethesame。’Ahundredmemoriesrushedintohismind。 Helookeddownatthevillagestragglingbelow——whitehouseswithrussettilesandcrownsofsmoke,vineyardswheretheyoungleaveswerebeginningtounfold,thered—cappedspire,athreadofbubblingstream,anoldstonecross。Hehadbeenfourteenyearsstrugglingupfromallthis;andnowjustashehadbreathingspace,andthetimetogivehimselfwhollytohiswork——thisweaknesswasuponhim! Better,athousandtimes,togiveherup! Inahouseortwolightsbegantowink;thescentofwoodsmokereachedhim,thedistantchimesofbells,theburringofastream。 IX Nextdayhisonethoughtwastogetbacktowork。Hearrivedatthestudiointheafternoon,and,layinginprovisions,barricadedthelowerdoor。Forthreedayshedidnotgoout;onthefourthdayhewenttoVillaRubein…… SchlossRunkelstein——grey,blind,strengthless——stillkeepsthevalley。Thewindowswhichonce,likeeyes,watchedmenandhorsescreepingthroughthesnow,bravedthesplutterofgunsandthegleamoftorches,arenowholesforthebirdstonestin。Tangledcreepershavespreadtotheverysummitsofthewalls。Inthekeep,insteadofgrimmeninarmour,thereisawoodenboardrecordingthehistoryofthecastleandinstructingvisitorsonthesubjectofrefreshments。Onlyatnight,whenthecoldmoonblancheseverything,thecastlestandslikethegrimghostofitsoldself,highabovetheriver。 Afteralongmorning’ssittingthegirlshadstartedforthwithHarzandDawneytospendtheafternoonattheruin;MissNaylor,keptathomebyheadache,watchedthemdepartwithwordsofcautionagainstsunstroke,stingingnettles,andstrangedogs。 Sincethepainter’sreturnChristianandhehadhardlyspokentoeachother。Belowthebattlementonwhichtheysat,inarailedgallerywithlittletables,DawneyandGretawereplayingdominoes,twosoldiersdrinkingbeer,andatthetopofaflightofstairstheCustodian’swifesewingatagarment。Christiansaidsuddenly:\"I thoughtwewerefriends。\" \"Well,FrauleinChristian,aren’twe?\" \"Youwentawaywithoutaword;friendsdon’tdothat。\" Harzbithislips。