第35章

类别:其他 作者:Willa Cather字数:9895更新时间:19/01/07 15:03:41
Hislookwasonewithwhichheusedtowatchherlongago,andwhich,eveninthinkingabouther,hadbecomeahabitofhisface。Itwasfullofsolicitude,andakindofsecretgratitude,asiftothankherforsomeinexpressiblepleasureoftheheart。Theaturnedpresentlytowardthepianoandbegansoftlytowakenanoldair:—— \"Ca’theyowestotheknowes,Ca’themwheretheheathergrows,Ca’themwheretheburnierowes,Mybonniedear—ie。\" Archiesatdownandshadedhiseyeswithhishand。Sheturnedherheadandspoketohimoverhershoulder。 \"Comeon,youknowthewordsbetterthanI。That’sright。\" \"We’llgaedownbyClouden’sside,Throughthehazelsspreadingwide,O’erthewavesthatsweetlyglide,Tothemoonsaeclearly。 Ghaistnorbogleshaltthoufear,Thou’rttoloveandHeav’nsaedear,Nochtofillmaycometheenear,Mybonniedear—ie!\" \"WecangetonwithoutLandry。Let’stryitagain,I haveallthewordsnow。Thenwe’llhave`SweetAfton。’ Come:`CA’THEYOWESTOTHEKNOWES’——\" X OTTENBURGdismissedhistaxicabatthe91stStreetentranceoftheParkandflounderedacrossthedrivethroughawildspringsnowstorm。WhenhereachedthereservoirpathhesawTheaaheadofhim,walkingrapidlyagainstthewind。Exceptforthatonefigure,thepathwasdeserted。Aflockofgullswerehoveringoverthereservoir,seemingbewilderedbythedrivingcurrentsofsnowthatwhirledabovetheblackwaterandthendisappearedwith— init。WhenhehadalmostovertakenThea,Fredcalledtoher,andsheturnedandwaitedforhimwithherbacktothewind。Herhairandfurswerepowderedwithsnow— flakes,andshelookedlikesomerich—peltedanimal,withwarmblood,thathadruninoutofthewoods。Fredlaughedashetookherhand。 \"Nouseaskinghowyoudo。Yousurelyneedn’tfeelmuchanxietyaboutFriday,whenyoucanlooklikethis。\" Shemovedclosetotheironfencetomakeroomforhimbesideher,andfacedthewindagain。\"Oh,I’mWELLenough,insofarasthatgoes。ButI’mnotluckyaboutstageappearances。I’measilyupset,andthemostperversethingshappen。\" \"What’sthematter?Doyoustillgetnervous?\" \"OfcourseIdo。Idon’tmindnervessomuchasgettingnumbed,\"Theamuttered,shelteringherfaceforamo— mentwithhermuff。\"I’munderaspell,youknow,hoo— dooed。It’sthethingIWANTtodothatIcanneverdo。 AnyothereffectsIcangeteasilyenough。\" \"Yes,yougeteffects,andnotonlywithyourvoice。 That’swhereyouhaveitoveralltherestofthem;you’reasmuchathomeonthestageasyouweredownin PantherCanyon——asifyou’djustbeenletoutofacage。 Didn’tyougetsomeofyourideasdownthere?\" Theanodded。\"Oh,yes!Forheroicparts,atleast。Outoftherocks,outofthedeadpeople。Youmeantheideaofstandingupunderthings,don’tyou,meetingcatas— trophe?Nofussiness。Seemstometheymusthavebeenareserved,somberpeople,withonlyamuscularlanguage,alltheirmovementsforapurpose;simple,strong,asiftheyweredealingwithfatebare—handed。\"SheputherglovedfingersonFred’sarm。\"Idon’tknowhowIcaneverthankyouenough。Idon’tknowifI’deverhavegotanywherewithoutPantherCanyon。Howdidyouknowthatwastheonethingtodoforme?It’sthesortofthingnobodyeverhelpsoneto,inthisworld。Onecanlearnhowtosing,butnosingingteachercangiveanybodywhatI gotdownthere。Howdidyouknow?\" \"Ididn’tknow。Anythingelsewouldhavedoneaswell。 Itwasyourcreativehour。Iknewyouweregettingalot,butIdidn’trealizehowmuch。\" Theawalkedoninsilence。Sheseemedtobethinking。 \"Doyouknowwhattheyreallytaughtme?\"shecameoutsuddenly。\"Theytaughtmetheinevitablehardnessofhumanlife。Noartistgetsfarwhodoesn’tknowthat。Andyoucan’tknowitwithyourmind。Youhavetorealizeitinyourbody,somehow;deep。It’sananimalsortoffeeling。Isometimesthinkit’sthestrongestofall。DoyouknowwhatI’mdrivingat?\" \"Ithinkso。Evenyouraudiencesfeelit,vaguely:thatyou’vesometimeorotherfacedthingsthatmakeyoudifferent。\" Theaturnedherbacktothewind,wipingawaythesnowthatclungtoherbrowsandlashes。\"Ugh!\"sheexclaimed; \"nomatterhowlongabreathyouhave,thestormhasalonger。Ihaven’tsignedfornextseason,yet,Fred。I’mholdingoutforabigcontract:fortyperformances。Neckerwon’tbeabletodomuchnextwinter。It’sgoingtobeone ofthosebetweenseasons;theoldsingersaretooold,andthenewonesaretoonew。Theymightaswellriskmeasanybody。SoIwantgoodterms。Thenextfiveorsixyearsaregoingtobemybest。\" \"You’llgetwhatyoudemand,ifyouareuncompro— mising。I’msafeincongratulatingyounow。\" Thealaughed。\"It’salittleearly。Imaynotgetitatall。Theydon’tseemtobebreakingtheirneckstomeetme。IcangobacktoDresden。\" Astheyturnedthecurveandwalkedwestwardtheygotthewindfromtheside,andtalkingwaseasier。 Fredloweredhiscollarandshookthesnowfromhisshoulders。\"Oh,Idon’tmeanonthecontractparticularly。 Icongratulateyouonwhatyoucando,Thea,andonallthatliesbehindwhatyoudo。Onthelifethat’sleduptoit,andonbeingabletocaresomuch。That,afterall,istheunusualthing。\" Shelookedathimsharply,withacertainapprehension。 \"Care?Whyshouldn’tIcare?IfIdidn’t,I’dbeinabadway。WhatelsehaveIgot?\"Shestoppedwithachallenginginterrogation,butOttenburgdidnotreply。 \"Youmean,\"shepersisted,\"thatyoudon’tcareasmuchasyouusedto?\" \"Icareaboutyoursuccess,ofcourse。\"Fredfellintoaslowerpace。Theafeltatoncethathewastalkingseri— ouslyandhaddroppedthetoneofhalf—ironicalexaggera— tionhehadusedwithheroflateyears。\"AndI’mgratefultoyouforwhatyoudemandfromyourself,whenyoumightgetoffsoeasily。Youdemandmoreandmoreallthetime,andyou’lldomoreandmore。Oneisgratefultoanybodyforthat;itmakeslifeingeneralalittlelesssordid。Butasamatteroffact,I’mnotmuchinterestedinhowanybodysingsanything。\" \"That’stoobadofyou,whenI’mjustbeginningtoseewhatisworthdoing,andhowIwanttodoit!\"Theaspokeinaninjuredtone。 \"That’swhatIcongratulateyouon。That’sthegreatdifferencebetweenyourkindandtherestofus。It’showlongyou’reabletokeepitupthattellsthestory。Whenyouneededenthusiasmfromtheoutside,Iwasabletogiveittoyou。Nowyoumustletmewithdraw。\" \"I’mnottyingyou,amI?\"sheflashedout。\"Butwith— drawtowhat?Whatdoyouwant?\" Fredshrugged。\"Imightaskyou,WhathaveIgot? Iwantthingsthatwouldn’tinterestyou;thatyouprob— ablywouldn’tunderstand。Foronething,Iwantasontobringup。\" \"Icanunderstandthat。Itseemstomereasonable。 Haveyoualsofoundsomebodyyouwanttomarry?\" \"Notparticularly。\"Theyturnedanothercurve,whichbroughtthewindtotheirbacks,andtheywalkedonincomparativecalm,withthesnowblowingpastthem。\"It’snotyourfault,Thea,butI’vehadyoutoomuchinmymind。I’venotgivenmyselfafairchanceinotherdirec— tions。IwasinRomewhenyouandNordquistwerethere。 Ifthathadkeptup,itmighthavecuredme。\" \"Itmighthavecuredagoodmanythings,\"remarkedTheagrimly。 Frednoddedsympatheticallyandwenton。\"InmylibraryinSt。Louis,overthefireplace,IhaveapropertyspearIhadcopiedfromoneinVenice,——oh,yearsago,afteryoufirstwentabroad,whileyouwerestudying。 You’llprobablybesingingBRUNNHILDEprettysoonnow,andI’llsenditontoyou,ifImay。Youcantakeitanditshistoryforwhatthey’reworth。ButI’mnearlyfortyyearsold,andI’veservedmyturn。You’vedonewhatIhopedforyou,whatIwashonestlywillingtoloseyoufor——then。I’moldernow,andIthinkIwasanass。I wouldn’tdoitagainifIhadthechance,notmuch!ButI’mnotsorry。Ittakesagreatmanypeopletomakeone——BRUNNHILDE。\" Theastoppedbythefenceandlookedoverintothe blackchoppinessonwhichthesnowflakesfellanddis— appearedwithmagicalrapidity。Herfacewasbothangryandtroubled。\"SoyoureallyfeelI’vebeenungrateful。 Ithoughtyousentmeouttogetsomething。Ididn’tknowyouwantedmetobringinsomethingeasy。I thoughtyouwantedsomething——\"Shetookadeepbreathandshruggedhershoulders。\"Butthere!nobodyonGod’searthwantsit,REALLY!Ifoneotherpersonwantedit,\"——shethrustherhandoutbeforehimandclenchedit,——\"myGod,whatIcoulddo!\" Fredlaugheddismally。\"EveninmyashesIfeelmy— selfpushingyou!Howcananybodyhelpit?Mydeargirl,can’tyouseethatanybodyelsewhowanteditasyoudowouldbeyourrival,yourdeadliestdanger?Can’tyouseethatit’syourgreatgoodfortunethatotherpeoplecan’tcareaboutitsomuch?\" ButTheaseemednottotakeinhisprotestatall。Shewentonvindicatingherself。\"It’stakenmealongwhiletodoanything,ofcourse,andI’veonlybeguntoseeday— light。Butanythinggoodis——expensive。Ithasn’tseemedlong。I’vealwaysfeltresponsibletoyou。\" Fredlookedatherfaceintently,throughtheveilofsnowflakes,andshookhishead。\"Tome?Youareatruth— fulwoman,andyoudon’tmeantolietome。Butaftertheoneresponsibilityyoudofeel,Idoubtifyou’veenoughlefttofeelresponsibletoGod!Still,ifyou’veeverinanidlehourfooledyourselfwiththinkingIhadanythingtodowithit,HeavenknowsI’mgrateful。\" \"EvenifI’dmarriedNordquist,\"Theawenton,turn— ingdownthepathagain,\"therewouldhavebeensome— thingleftout。Therealwaysis。Inaway,I’vealwaysbeenmarriedtoyou。I’mnotveryflexible;neverwasandnevershallbe。Youcaughtmeyoung。Icouldneverhavethatoveragain。Onecan’t,afteronebeginstoknowanything。 ButIlookbackonit。Mylifehasn’tbeenagayone,anymorethanyours。IfIshutthingsoutfromyou,youshut themoutfromme。We’vebeenahelpandahindrancetoeachother。Iguessit’salwaysthatway,thegoodandthebadallmixedup。There’sonlyonethingthat’sallbeau— tiful——andalwaysbeautiful!That’swhymyinterestkeepsup。\" \"Yes,Iknow。\"Fredlookedsidewiseattheoutlineofherheadagainstthethickeningatmosphere。\"Andyougiveonetheimpressionthatthatisenough。I’vegradu— ally,graduallygivenyouup。\" \"See,thelightsarecomingout。\"Theapointedtowheretheyflickered,flashesofvioletthroughthegraytree—tops。 Lowerdowntheglobesalongthedriveswerebecomingapalelemoncolor。\"Yes,Idon’tseewhyanybodywantstomarryanartist,anyhow。IrememberRayKennedyusedtosayhedidn’tseehowanywomancouldmarryagambler,forshewouldonlybemarryingwhatthegameleft。\"Sheshookhershouldersimpatiently。\"Whomarrieswhoisasmallmatter,afterall。ButIhopeIcanbringbackyourinterestinmywork。You’vecaredlongerandmorethananybodyelse,andI’dliketohavesomebodyhumantomakeareporttoonceinawhile。Youcansendmeyourspear。I’lldomybest。Ifyou’renotinterested,I’lldomybestanyhow。I’veonlyafewfriends,butI canloseeveryoneofthem,ifithastobe。Ilearnedhowtolosewhenmymotherdied。——Wemusthurrynow。Mytaximustbewaiting。\" Thebluelightaboutthemwasgrowingdeeperanddarker,andthefallingsnowandthefainttreeshadbe— comeviolet。Tothesouth,overBroadway,therewasanorangereflectionintheclouds。Motorsandcarriagelightsflashedbyonthedrivebelowthereservoirpath,andtheairwasstridentwithhornsandshrieksfromthewhistlesofthemountedpolicemen。 FredgaveTheahisarmastheydescendedfromtheembankment。\"Iguessyou’llnevermanagetolosemeorArchie,Thea。Youdopickupqueerones。Butloving youisaheroicdiscipline。Itwearsamanout。Tellmeonething:couldIhavekeptyou,once,ifI’dputoneveryscrew?\" Theahurriedhimalong,talkingrapidly,asiftogetitover。\"Youmighthavekeptmeinmiseryforawhile,perhaps。Idon’tknow。Ihavetothinkwellofmyself,towork。Youcouldhavemadeithard。I’mnotungrateful。 Iwasadifficultpropositiontodealwith。Iunderstandnow,ofcourse。Sinceyoudidn’ttellmethetruthinthebe— ginning,youcouldn’tverywellturnbackafterI’dsetmyhead。Atleast,ifyou’dbeenthesortwhocould,youwouldn’thavehadto,——forI’dnothavecaredabuttonforthatsort,eventhen。\"Shestoppedbesideacarthatwaitedatthecurbandgavehimherhand。\"There。Wepartfriends?\" Fredlookedather。\"Youknow。Tenyears。\" \"I’mnotungrateful,\"Thearepeatedasshegotintohercab。 \"Yes,\"shereflected,asthetaxicutintotheParkcarriageroad,\"wedon’tgetfairytalesinthisworld,andhehas,afterall,caredmoreandlongerthananybodyelse。\"Itwasdarkoutsidenow,andthelightfromthelampsalongthedriveflashedintothecab。Thesnowflakeshoveredlikeswarmsofwhitebeesabouttheglobes。 Theasatmotionlessinonecornerstaringoutofthewindowatthecablightsthatwoveinandoutamongthetrees,allseemingtobebentuponjoyouscourses。 TaxicabswerestillnewinNewYork,andthethemeofpopularminstrelsy。LandryhadsungheradittyheheardinsometheateronThirdAvenue,about\"Buttherepassedhimabright—eyedtaxiWiththegirlofhisheartinside。\" AlmostinaudiblyTheabegantohumtheair,thoughshewasthinkingofsomethingserious,somethingthathadtouchedherdeeply。Atthebeginningoftheseason,when shewasnotsingingoften,shehadgoneoneafternoontohearPaderewski’srecital。InfrontofhersatanoldGer— mancouple,evidentlypoorpeoplewhohadmadesacri— ficestopayfortheirexcellentseats。Theirintelligentenjoymentofthemusic,andtheirfriendlinesswitheachother,hadinterestedhermorethananythingonthepro— gramme。WhenthepianistbeganalovelymelodyinthefirstmovementoftheBeethovenDminorsonata,theoldladyputoutherplumphandandtouchedherhus— band’ssleeveandtheylookedateachotherinrecognition。 Theybothworeglasses,butsuchalook!Likeforget—me— nots,andsofullofhappyrecollections。Theawantedtoputherarmsaroundthemandaskthemhowtheyhadbeenabletokeepafeelinglikethat,likeanosegayinaglassofwater。 XI DR。ARCHIEsawnothingofTheaduringthefollow— ingweek。Afterseveralfruitlessefforts,hesucceededingettingawordwithheroverthetelephone,butshesoundedsodistractedanddriventhathewasgladtosaygood—nightandhanguptheinstrument。Therewere,shetoldhim,rehearsalsnotonlyfor\"Walkure,\"butalsofor\"Gotterdammerung,\"inwhichshewastosingWALTRAUTE twoweekslater。 OnThursdayafternoonTheagothomelate,afteranexhaustingrehearsal。Shewasinnohappyframeofmind。 MadameNecker,whohadbeenverygracioustoherthatnightwhenshewentontocompleteGloeckler’sperformanceofSIEGLINDE,had,sinceTheawascasttosingthepartinsteadofGloecklerintheproductionofthe\"Ring,\"beenchillyanddisapproving,distinctlyhostile。 TheahadalwaysfeltthatsheandNeckerstoodforthesamesortofendeavor,andthatNeckerrecognizeditandhadacordialfeelingforher。InGermanyshehadseveraltimessungBRANGAENAtoNecker’sISOLDE,andtheolderartisthadletherknowthatshethoughtshesangitbeau— tifully。ItwasabitterdisappointmenttofindthattheapprovalofsohonestanartistasNeckercouldnotstandthetestofanysignificantrecognitionbythemanagement。 MadameNeckerwasforty,andhervoicewasfailingjustwhenherpowerswereattheirheight。Everyfreshyoungvoicewasanenemy,andthisonewasaccompaniedbygiftswhichshecouldnotfailtorecognize。 Theahadherdinnersentuptoherapartment,anditwasaverypoorone。Shetastedthesoupandthenindig— nantlyputonherwrapstogooutandhuntadinner。Asshewasgoingtotheelevator,shehadtoadmitthatshe wasbehavingfoolishly。Shetookoffherhatandcoatandorderedanotherdinner。Whenitarrived,itwasnobetterthanthefirst。Therewasevenaburntmatchunderthemilktoast。Shehadasorethroat,whichmadeswal— lowingpainfulandbodedillforthemorrow。Althoughshehadbeenspeakinginwhispersalldaytosaveherthroat,shenowperverselysummonedthehousekeeperandde— mandedanaccountofsomelaundrythathadbeenlost。 Thehousekeeperwasindifferentandimpertinent,andTheagotangryandscoldedviolently。Sheknewitwasverybadforhertogetintoaragejustbeforebedtime,andafterthehousekeeperleftsherealizedthatfortendollars’ worthofunderclothingshehadbeenunfittingherselfforaperformancewhichmighteventuallymeanmanythous— ands。Thebestthingnowwastostopreproachingherselfforherlackofsense,butshewastootiredtocontrolherthoughts。 Whileshewasundressing——TheresewasbrushingoutherSIEGLINDEwiginthetrunk—room——shewentonchid— ingherselfbitterly。\"AndhowamIevergoingtogettosleepinthisstate?\"shekeptaskingherself。\"IfIdon’tsleep,I’llbeperfectlyworthlessto—morrow。I’llgodownthereto—morrowandmakeafoolofmyself。IfI’dletthatlaundryalonewithwhateverniggerhasstolenit——WHY didIundertaketoreformthemanagementofthishotelto—night?Afterto—morrowIcouldpackupandleavetheplace。There’sthePhillamon——Ilikedtheroomstherebetter,anyhow——andtheUmberto——\"Shebegangoingovertheadvantagesanddisadvantagesofdifferentapart— menthotels。Suddenlyshecheckedherself。\"WhatAM Idoingthisfor?Ican’tmoveintoanotherhotelto—night。 I’llkeepthisuptillmorning。Ishan’tsleepawink。\" Shouldshetakeahotbath,orshouldn’tshe?Some— timesitrelaxedher,andsometimesitrousedherandfairlyputherbesideherself。Betweentheconvictionthatshemustsleepandthefearthatshecouldn’t,shehungpara— lyzed。Whenshelookedatherbed,sheshrankfromitineverynerve。Shewasmuchmoreafraidofitthanshehadeverbeenofthestageofanyoperahouse。Ityawnedbe— foreherlikethesunkenroadatWaterloo。 Sherushedintoherbathroomandlockedthedoor。Shewouldriskthebath,anddefertheencounterwiththebedalittlelonger。Shelayinthebathhalfanhour。Thewarmthofthewaterpenetratedtoherbones,inducedpleasantreflectionsandafeelingofwell—being。ItwasverynicetohaveDr。ArchieinNewYork,afterall,andtoseehimgetsomuchsatisfactionoutofthelittlecompanionshipshewasabletogivehim。Shelikedpeoplewhogoton,andwhobecamemoreinterestingastheygrewolder。TherewasFred;hewasmuchmoreinterestingnowthanhehadbeenatthirty。Hewasintelligentaboutmusic,andhemustbeveryintelligentinhisbusiness,orhewouldnotbeattheheadoftheBrewers’Trust。Sherespectedthatkindofintelligenceandsuccess。Anysuccesswasgood。 Sheherselfhadmadeagoodstart,atanyrate,andnow,ifshecouldgettosleep——Yes,theywereallmoreinter— estingthantheyusedtobe。LookatHarsanyi,whohadbeensolongretarded;whataplacehehadmadeforhim— selfinVienna。Ifshecouldgettosleep,shewouldshowhimsomethingto—morrowthathewouldunderstand。 Shegotquicklyintobedandmovedaboutfreelybe— tweenthesheets。Yes,shewaswarmallover。Acold,drybreezewascominginfromtheriver,thankgoodness! ShetriedtothinkaboutherlittlerockhouseandtheAri— zonasunandthebluesky。Butthatledtomemorieswhichwerestilltoodisturbing。Sheturnedonherside,closedhereyes,andtriedanolddevice。 Sheenteredherfather’sfrontdoor,hungherhatandcoatontherack,andstoppedintheparlortowarmherhandsatthestove。Thenshewentoutthroughthedining— room,wheretheboysweregettingtheirlessonsatthelongtable;throughthesitting—room,whereThorwasasleepin hiscotbed,hisdressandstockinghangingonachair。Inthekitchenshestoppedforherlanternandherhotbrick。 Shehurriedupthebackstairsandthroughthewindylofttoherownglacialroom。Theillusionwasmarredonlybytheconsciousnessthatsheoughttobrushherteethbeforeshewenttobed,andthatsheneverusedtodoit。Why——? Thewaterwasfrozensolidinthepitcher,soshegotoverthat。Oncebetweentheredblanketstherewasashort,fiercebattlewiththecold;then,warmer——warmer。Shecouldhearherfathershakingdownthehard—coalburnerforthenight,andthewindrushingandbangingdownthevillagestreet。Theboughsofthecottonwood,hardasbone,rattledagainsthergable。Thebedgrewsofterandwarmer。Everybodywaswarmandwelldownstairs。Thesprawlingoldhousehadgatheredthemallin,likeahen,andhadsettleddownoveritsbrood。Theywereallwarminherfather’shouse。Softerandsofter。Shewasasleep。 Sheslepttenhourswithoutturningover。Fromsleeplikethat,oneawakesinshiningarmor。 OnFridayafternoontherewasaninspiringaudience; therewasnotanemptychairinthehouse。OttenburgandDr。Archiehadseatsintheorchestracircle,gotfromaticketbroker。Landryhadnotbeenabletogetaseat,soheroamedaboutinthebackofthehouse,whereheusuallystoodwhenhedroppedinafterhisownturninvaudevillewasover。Hewastheresooftenandatsuchirregularhoursthattheushersthoughthewasasinger’shusband,orhadsomethingtodowiththeelectricalplant。 Harsanyiandhiswifewereinabox,nearthestage,inthesecondcircle。Mrs。Harsanyi’shairwasnoticeablygray,butherfacewasfullerandhandsomerthaninthoseearlyyearsofstruggle,andshewasbeautifullydressed。 Harsanyihimselfhadchangedverylittle。Hehadputonhisbestafternooncoatinhonorofhispupil,andworea pearlinhisblackascot。Hishairwaslongerandmorebushythanheusedtowearit,andtherewasnowonegraylockontherightside。Hehadalwaysbeenanelegantfigure,evenwhenhewentaboutinshabbyclothesandwascrushedwithwork。Beforethecurtainrosehewasrestlessandnervous,andkeptlookingathiswatchandwishinghehadgotafewmorelettersoffbeforehelefthishotel。HehadnotbeeninNewYorksincetheadventofthetaxicab,andhadallowedhimselftoomuchtime。Hiswifeknewthathewasafraidofbeingdisappointedthisafternoon。Hedidnotoftengototheoperabecausethestupidthingsthatsingersdidvexedhimso,anditalwaysputhiminarageiftheconductorheldthetempoorinanywayaccommodatedthescoretothesinger。 WhenthelightswentoutandtheviolinsbegantoquavertheirlongDagainsttherudefigureofthebasses,Mrs。Harsanyisawherhusband’sfingersflutteringonhiskneeinarapidtattoo。AtthemomentwhenSIEGLINDE enteredfromthesidedoor,sheleanedtowardhimandwhisperedinhisear,\"Oh,thelovelycreature!\"Buthemadenoresponse,eitherbyvoiceorgesture。Throughoutthefirstscenehesatsunkinhischair,hisheadforwardandhisoneyelloweyerollingrestlesslyandshininglikeatiger’sinthedark。HiseyefollowedSIEGLINDEaboutthestagelikeasatellite,andasshesatatthetablelisteningtoSIEGMUND’Slongnarrative,itneverlefther。WhenshepreparedthesleepingdraughtanddisappearedafterHUNDING,Harsanyibowedhisheadstilllowerandputhishandoverhiseyetorestit。Thetenor,——ayoungmanwhosangwithgreatvigor,wenton:—— \"WALSE!WALSE!