第8章

类别:其他 作者:Clive Cussler (作者), Justin Sco字数:5615更新时间:18/12/22 09:08:35
thinkIhavefixedthingssothatwemaybericherthaneverbeforeautumn。 “NowIwilltellyou,mydear,whatIpropose。Yousayyouarewelladvancedwithyourfirststatue;startinmanfullyandfinishit,andifyourteacher——Icanneverrememberhowtospellhisname——willsendmeacertificatethatitisuptomarketstandard,youshallhavetenthousanddollarstodowhatyoulikewith,eitherathomeorinParis。Isuggest,sinceyousaythefacilitiesforworkaresomuchgreaterinthatcity,youwoulddowelltobuyorbuildalittlehome;andthefirstthingyouknow,yourdadwillbedroppinginforaluncheon。 Indeed,Iwouldcomenow,forIambeginningtogrowold,andIlongtoseemydearboy;buttherearestillsomeoperationsthatwantwatchingandnursing。Tellyourfriend,Mr。 Pinkerton,thatIreadhisletterseveryweek;andthoughIhavelookedinvainlatelyformyLoudon’sname,stillIlearnsomethingofthelifeheisleadinginthatstrange,oldworld,depictedbyanablepen。” Herewasaletterthatnoyoungmancouldpossiblydigestinsolitude。Itmarkedoneofthosejunctureswhentheconfidantisnecessary;andtheconfidantselectedwasnoneotherthanJimPinkerton。Myfather’smessagemayhavehadaninfluenceinthisdecision;butIscarcesupposeso,fortheintimacywasalreadyfaradvanced。Ihadagenuineandlivelytasteformycompatriot;Ilaughedat,Iscolded,andIlovedhim。He,uponhisside,paidmeakindofdoglikeserviceofadmiration,gazingatmefromafaroffasatonewhohadliberallyenjoyedthose“advantages“whichheenviedforhimself。Hefollowedatheel;hislaughwasreadychorus;ourfriendsgavehimthenicknameof“TheHenchman。”Itwasinthisinsidiousformthatservitudeapproachedme。 PinkertonandIreadandre-readthefamousnews:he,Icanswear,withanenjoymentasunalloyedandfarmorevocalthanmyown。Thestatuewasnearlydone:afewdays’worksufficedtoprepareitforexhibition;themasterwasapproached;hegavehisconsent;andonecloudlessmorningofMaybeheldusgatheredinmystudioforthehouroftrial。Themasterworehismany-huedrosette;hecameattendedbytwoofmyFrenchfellow-pupils——friendsofmineandbothconsiderablesculptorsinParisatthishour。“CorporalJohn“(asweusedtocallhim) breakingforoncethosehabitsofstudyandreservewhichhavesincecarriedhimsohighintheopinionoftheworld,hadlefthiseaselofamorningtocountenanceafellow-countrymaninsomesuspense。MydearoldRomneywastherebyparticularrequest;forwhothatknewhimwouldthinkapleasurequitecompleteunlesshesharedit,ornotsupportamortificationmoreeasilyifhewerepresenttoconsole?ThepartywascompletedbyJohnMyner,theEnglishman;bythebrothersStennis,——Stennis-aineandStennis-frere,astheyusedtofigureontheiraccountsatBarbizon——apairofhare-brainedScots;andbytheinevitableJim,aswhiteasasheetandbedewedwiththesweatofanxiety。 IsupposeIwaslittlebettermyselfwhenIunveiledtheGeniusofMuskegon。Themasterwalkedaboutitseriously;thenhesmiled。 “Itisalreadynotsobad。”saidhe,inthatfunnyEnglishofwhichhewassoproud。“No,alreadynotsobad。” Wealldrewadeepbreathofrelief;andCorporalJohn(asthemostconsiderablejuniorpresent)explainedtohimitwasintendedforapublicbuilding,akindofprefecture—— “He!Quoi?”criedhe,relapsingintoFrench。“Qu’est-cequevousmechantezla?O,inAmerica。”headded,onfurtherinformationbeinghastilyfurnished。“Thatisanozersing。O,verygood,verygood。” Theideaoftherequiredcertificatehadtobeintroducedtohismindinthelightofapleasantry——thefancyofanaboblittlemoreadvancedthantheredIndiansof“FennimoreCooperr“; andittookallourtalentscombinedtoconceiveaformofwordsthatwouldbeacceptableonbothsides。Onewasfound,however:CorporalJohnengrosseditinhisundecipherablehand,themasterlentitthesanctionofhisnameandflourish,I slippeditintoanenvelopealongwithoneofthetwolettersI hadreadypreparedinmypocket,andastherestofusmovedoffalongtheboulevardtobreakfast,Pinkertonwasdetachedinacabanddulycommittedittothepost。 ThebreakfastwasorderedatLavenue’s,wherenooneneedbeashamedtoentertaineventhemaster;thetablewaslaidinthegarden;Ihadchosenthebilloffaremyself;onthewinequestionweheldacouncilofwarwiththemostfortunateresults;andthetalk,assoonasthemasterlaidasidehispainfulEnglish,becamefastandfurious。Therewereafewinterruptions,indeed,inthewayoftoasts。Themaster’shealthhadtobedrunk,andherespondedinalittlewell-turnedspeech,fullofneatallusionstomyfutureandtotheUnitedStates;myhealthfollowed;andthenmyfather’smustnotonlybeproposedanddrunk,butafullreportmustbedespatchedtohimatoncebycablegram——anextravagancewhichwasalmostthemeansofthemaster’sdissolution。ChoosingCorporalJohntobehisconfidant(ontheground,Ipresume,thathewasalreadytoogoodanartisttobeanylongeranAmericanexceptinname)hesummeduphisamazementinoneoft-repeatedformula——“C’estbarbare!”Apartfromthesegenialformalities,wetalked,talkedofart,andtalkedofitasonlyartistscan。 HereintheSouthSeaswetalkschoonersmostofthetime;intheQuarterwetalkedartwiththelikeunflagginginterest,andperhapsasmuchresult。 Beforeverylong,themasterwentaway;CorporalJohn(whowasalreadyasortofyoungmaster)followedonhisheels;andtherankandfilewerenaturallyrelievedbytheirdeparture。Wewerenowamongequals;thebottlepassed,theconversationsped。IthinkIcanstillheartheStennisbrotherspourforththeircopioustirades;Dijon,myportlyFrenchfellow-student,dropwitticismswell-conditionedlikehimself;andanother(whowasweakinforeignlanguages)dashhotlyintothecurrentoftalkwithsome“Jetrovequeporeoonsontimongdedelicacy,Corot……”orsome“PourmoiCorotestleplou……” andthen,hislittleraftofFrenchfounderingatonce,scramblesilentlytoshoreagain。Heatleastcouldunderstand;buttoPinkerton,Ithinkthenoise,thewine,thesun,theshadowsoftheleaves,andtheesotericgloryofbeingseatedataforeignfestival,madeupthewholeavailablemeansofentertainment。 Wesatdownabouthalfpasteleven;Isupposeitwastwowhen,somepointarisingandsomeparticularpicturebeinginstanced,anadjournmenttotheLouvrewasproposed。Ipaidthescore,andinamomentweweretroopingdowntheRuedeRenne。Itwassmokinghot;Parisglitteredwiththatsuperficialbrilliancywhichissoagreeabletothemaninhighspirits,andinmoodsofdejectionsodepressing;thewinesanginmyears,itdancedandbrightenedinmyeyes。Thepicturesthatwesawthatafternoon,aswespedbrisklyandloquaciouslythroughtheimmortalgalleries,appeartome,uponaretrospect,theloveliestofall;thecommentsweexchangedtohavetouchedthehighestmarkofcriticism,graveorgay。 Itwasonlywhenweissuedagainfromthemuseumthatadifferenceofracebrokeuptheparty。Dijonproposedanadjournmenttoacafe,theretofinishtheafternoononbeer;theelderStennis,revoltedatthethought,movedforthecountry,aforestifpossible,andalongwalk。AtoncetheEnglishspeakersralliedtothenameofanyexercise:eventome,whohavebeenoftentwittedwithmysedentaryhabits,thethoughtofcountryairandstillnessprovedinvinciblyattractive。Itappeared,uponinvestigation,wehadjusttimetohailacabandcatchoneofthefasttrainsforFontainebleau。Beyondtheclotheswestoodin,allweredestituteofwhatiscalled(withdaintyvagueness)personaleffects;anditwasearnestlymooted,ontheotherside,whetherwehadnottimetocalluponthewayandpackasatchel?ButtheStennisboysexclaimeduponoureffeminacy。TheyhadcomefromLondon,itappeared,aweekbeforewithnothingbutgreatcoatsandtooth-brushes。Nobaggage——therewasthesecretofexistence。Itwasexpensive,tobesure;foreverytimeyouhadtocombyourhair,abarbermustbepaid,andeverytimeyouchangedyourlinen,oneshirtmustbeboughtandanotherthrownaway;butanythingwasbetter(arguedtheseyounggentlemen)thantobetheslavesofhaversacks。“Afellowhastogetridgraduallyofallmaterialattachments;thatwasmanhood“(saidthey);“andaslongasyouwerebounddowntoanything,——house,umbrella,orportmanteau,——youwerestilltetheredbytheumbilicalcord。” Somethingengaginginthistheorycarriedthemostofusaway。 ThetwoFrenchmen,indeed,retired,scoffing,totheirbock;andRomney,beingtoopoortojointheexcursiononhisownresourcesandtooproudtoborrow,meltedunobtrusivelyaway。 Meanwhiletheremainderofthecompanycrowdedthebenchesofacab;thehorsewasurged(ashorseshavetobe)byanappealtothepocketofthedriver;thetraincaughtbytheinsideofaminute;andinlessthananhourandahalfwewerebreathingdeepofthesweetairoftheforestandstretchingourlegsupthehillfromFontainebleauoctroi,boundforBarbizon。 Thattheleadingmembersofourpartycoveredthedistanceinfifty-oneminutesandahalfis(Ibelieve)oneofthehistoriclandmarksofthecolony;butyouwillscarcebesurprisedtolearnthatIwassomewhatintherear。Myner,acomparativelyphilosophicBriton,keptmecompanyinmydeliberateadvance; thegloryofthesun’sgoingdown,thefallofthelongshadows,theinimitablescentandtheinspirationofthewoods,attunedmemoreandmoretowalkinasilencewhichprogressivelyinfectedmycompanion;andIrememberthat,whenatlasthespoke,Iwasstartledfromadeepabstraction。 “Yourfatherseemstobeaprettygoodkindofafather。”saidhe。“Whydon’thecometoseeyou?”Iwasreadywithsomedozenofreasons,andhadmoreinstock;butMyner,withthatshrewdnesswhichmadehimfearedandadmired,suddenlyfixedmewithhiseye-glassandasked,“Everpresshim?” Thebloodcameinmyface。No;Ihadneverpressedhim;Ihadneverevenencouragedhimtocome。Iwasproudofhim; proudofhishandsomelooks,ofhiskind,gentleways,ofthatbrightfacehecouldshowwhenotherswerehappy;proud,too(meanlyproud,ifyoulike)ofhisgreatwealthandstartlingliberalities。AndyethewouldhavebeeninthewayofmyParislife,ofmuchofwhichhewouldhavedisapproved。Ihadfearedtoexposetocriticismhisinnocentremarksonart;Ihadtoldmyself,Ihadevenpartlybelieved,hedidnotwanttocome;Ihadbeen(andstillam)convincedthathewassuretobeunhappyoutofMuskegon;inshort,Ihadathousandreasons,goodandbad,notallofwhichcouldalteroneiotaofthefactthatIknewheonlywaitedformyinvitation。 “Thankyou,Myner。”saidI;“you’reamuchbetterfellowthaneverIsupposed。I’llwriteto-night。” “O,you’reaprettydecentsortyourself。”returnedMyner,withmorethanhisusualflippancyofmanner,but(asIwasgratefullyaware)notatraceofhisoccasionalironyofmeaning。 Well,thesewerebravedays,onwhichIcoulddwellforever。 Brave,too,werethosethatfollowed,whenPinkertonandI walkedParisandthesuburbs,viewingandpricinghousesformynewestablishment,orcoveredourselveswithdustandreturnedladenwithChinesegodsandbrasswarming-pansfromthedealersinantiquities。IfoundPinkertonwellupinthesituationoftheseestablishmentsaswellasinthecurrentprices,andwithquiteasmatteringofcriticaljudgment;itturnedouthewasinvestingcapitalinpicturesandcuriositiesfortheStates,andthesuperficialthoroughnessofthecreatureappearedinthefact,thatalthoughhewouldneverbeaconnoisseur,hewasalreadysomethingofanexpert。Thethingsthemselveslefthimasnearasmaybecold;buthehadajoyofhisowninunderstandinghowtobuyandsellthem。 InsuchengagementsthetimepasseduntilImightverywellexpectananswerfrommyfather。Twomailsfollowedeachother,andbroughtnothing。BythethirdIreceivedalongandalmostincoherentletterofremorse,encouragement,consolation,anddespair。Fromthispitifuldocument,which(withamovementofpiety)IburnedassoonasIhadreadit,I gatheredthatthebubbleofmyfather’swealthwasburst,thathewasnowbothpennilessandsick;andthatI,sofarfromexpectingtenthousanddollarstothrowawayinjuvenileextravagance,mustlooknolongerforthequarterlyremittancesonwhichIlived。Mycasewashardenough;butIhadsenseenoughtoperceive,anddecencyenoughtodomyduty。Isoldmycuriosities,orratherIsentPinkertontosellthem;andhehadpreviouslyboughtandnowdisposedofthemsowiselythatthelosswastrifling。This,withwhatremainedofmylastallowance,leftmeattheheadofnolessthanfivethousandfrancs。FivehundredIreservedformyownimmediatenecessities;therestImailedinsideoftheweektomyfatheratMuskegon,wheretheycameintimetopayhisfuneralexpenses。