the quest of the golden girl-第14节

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〃Name　your　favourite　writer〃　should　be　one　of　the　first　questions　in　the　Engagement　Catechism。

There　is；　indeed；　no　such　short　cut　to　knowledge　of　each　other　as　a　talk　about　books。　　One　short　afternoon　is　enough　for　any　two　book…lovers；　though　they　may　have　met　for　the　first　time　in　the　morning；　to　make　up　their　minds　whether　or　not　they　have　been　born　for　each　other。　　If　you　are　agreed；　say；　in　admiring　Meredith；　Hardy；　Omar　Khayyam；　and　Maeterlinck；to　take　four　particularly　test…authors；there　is　nothing　to　prevent　your　marrying　at　once。　　Indeed；　a　love　for　any　one　of　these　significant　writers　will　be　enough；　not　to　speak　of　an　admiration　for　〃Aucassin　and　Nicolete。〃

Now；　Nicolete　and　I　soon　found　that　we　had　all　these　and　many　another　writer　in　common；　and　before　our　lunch　was　ended　we　were　nearer　to　each　other　than　many　old　friends。　　The　heart　does　not　more　love　the　heart　that　loves　it　than　the　brain　loves　the　brain　that　comprehends　it；　and；　whatever　else　was　to　befall　us；　Nicolete　and　I　were　already　in　love　with　each　other's　brains。　Whether　or　not　the　malady　would　spread　till　it　reached　the　heart　is　the　secret　of　some　future　chapter。



CHAPTER　VI


A　FAIRY　TALE　AND　ITS　FAIRY　TAILORS

As　this　is　not　a　realistic　novel；　I　do　not　hold　myself　bound；　as　I　have　said　before；　to　account　reasonably　for　everything　that　is　doneleast　of　all；　saidwithin　its　pages。　I　simply　say；　So　it　happened；　or　So　it　is；　and　expect　the　reader　to　take　my　word。　　If　he　be　uncivil　enough　to　doubt　it；　we　may　as　well　stop　playing　this　game　of　fancy。　　It　is　one　of　the　first　conditions　of　enjoying　a　book；　as　it　is　of　all　successful　hypnotism；　that　the　reader　surrenders　up　his　will　to　the　writer；　who；　of　course；　guarantees　to　return　it　to　him　at　the　close　of　the　volume。　　If　you　say　that　no　young　lady　would　have　behaved　as　I　have　presently　to　relate　of　Nicolete；　that　no　parents　were　ever　so　accommodating　in　the　world　of　reality；　I　reply；No　doubt　you　are　right；　but　none　the　less　what　I　have　to　tell　is　true　and　really　did　happen；　for　all　that。　And　not　only　did　it　happen；　but　to　the　whimsically　minded；　to　the　true　children　of　fancy；　it　will　seem　the　most　natural　thing　in　the　world。　　No　doubt　they　will　wonder　why　I　have　made　such　a　preamble　about　it；　as　indeed；　now　I　think　of　it；　so　do　I。

Again　I　claim　exemption　in　this　wandering　history　from　all　such　descriptive　drudgery　upon　second；　third；　and　fourth　dramatis　personsonae　as　your　thorough…going　novelist　must　undertake　with　a　good　grace。　　Like　a　host　and　hostess　at　a　reception；　the　poor　novelist　has　to　pretend　to　be　interested　in　everybody；in　the　dull　as　in　the　brilliant；　in　the　bore　as　in　the　beauty。　　I'm　afraid　I　should　never　do　as　a　novelist；　for　I　should　waste　all　my　time　with　the　heroine；　whereas　the　true　novelist　is　expected　to　pay　as　much　attention　to　the　heroine's　parents　as　though　he　were　a　suitor　for　her　hand。　　Indeed；　there　is　no　relative　of　hero　or　heroine　too　humble　or　stupid　for　such　a　novelist　as　the　great　Balzac。　　He　will　invite　the　dullest　of　them　to　stay　with　him　for　quite　prolonged　visits；　and　without　a　murmur　set　apart　a　suite　of　chapters　for　their　accommodation。　　I'm　not　sure　that　the　humanity　of　the　reader　in　these　cases　is　of　such　comprehensive　sympathy　as　the　novelist's；　and　it　may　well　be　that　the　novelist　undertakes　all　such　hard　labour　under　a　misapprehension　of　the　desires　of　the　reader；　who；　as　a　rule；　I　fancy；　is　as　anxious　to　join　the　ladies　as　the　novelist　himself。　　Indeed；　I　believe　that　there　is　an　opportunity　for　a　new　form　of　novel；　in　which　the　novelist；　as　well　as　the　reader；　will　skip　all　the　dull　people；　and　merely　indicate　such　of　them　as　are　necessary　to　the　action　by　an　outline　or　a　symbol；　compressing　their　familiar　psychology；　and　necessary　plot…interferences　with　the　main　characters；　into　recognised　formulae。　　For　the　benefit　of　readers　voracious　for　everything　about　everybody；　schedule　chapters　might　be　provided　by　inferior　novelists；　good　at　painting　say　tiresome　bourgeois　fathers；　gouty　uncles　and　brothers　in　the　army；　as　sometimes　in　great　pictures　we　read　that　the　sheep　in　the　foreground　have　been　painted　by　Mr。　So…and…so；　R。A。

The　Major…General　and　his　Lady　were　taking　the　waters　at　Wiesbaden。　　That　was　all　I　knew　of　Nicolete's　parents；　and　all　I　needed　to　know；　with　the　exception　of　one　good　action；at　her　urgent　entreaty　they　had　left　Nicolete　behind　them；　with　no　other　safeguard　than　a　charming　young　lady　companion；　whose　fitness　for　her　sacred　duties　consisted　in　a　temperament　hardly　less　romantic　and　whimsical　than　Nicolete's　own。　She　was　too　charming　to　deserve　the　name　of　obstacle；　and　as　there　was　no　other

But　I　admit　that　the　cart　has　got　a　little　in　front　of　the　horse；　and　I　grow　suddenly　alarmed　lest　the　reader　should　be　suspecting　me　of　an　elopement；　or　some　such　romantic　vulgarity。　　If　he　will　only　put　any　such　thoughts　from　his　mind；　I　promise　to　proceed　with　the　story　in　a　brief　and　business…　like　manner　forthwith。

We　are　back　once　more　at　the　close　of　the　last　chapter；　in　Nicolete's　book…bower　in　the　wildwood。　　It　is　an　hour　or　two　later；　and　the　afternoon　sun　is　flooding　with　a　searching　glory　all　the　secret　places　of　the　woodland。　　Hidden　nooks　and　corners；　unused　to　observation；　suddenly　gleam　and　blush　in　effulgent　exposure；like　lovers　whom　the　unexpected　turning　on　of　a　light　has　revealed　kissing　in　the　dark；and　are　as　suddenly；　unlike　the　lovers；　left　in　their　native　shade　again。　　It　was　that　rich　afternoon　sunlight　that　loves　to　flash　into　teacups　as　though　they　were　crocuses；　that　loves　to　run　a　golden　finger　along　the　beautiful　wrinkles　of　old　faces　and　light　up　the　noble　hollows　of　age…worn　eyes；　the　sunlight　that　loves　to　fall　with　transfiguring　beam　on　the　once　dear　book　we　never　read；　or；　with　malicious　inquisitiveness；　expose　to　undreamed…　of　detection　the　undusted　picture；　or　the　gold…　dusted　legs　of　remote　chairs；　which　the　poor　housemaid　has　forgotten。

So　in　Nicolete's　bower　it　illuminated　with　strange　radiancy　the　dainty　disorder　of　deserted　lunch；　made　prisms　out　of　the　wine…glasses；　painted　the　white　cloth　with　wedge…shaped　rainbows；　and　flooded　the　cavernous　interiors　of　the　half…eaten　fowl　with　a　pathetic　yellow　torchlight。

Leaving　that　melancholy　relic　of　carnivorous　appetite；　it　turned　its　bold　gold　gaze　on　Nicolete。　　No　need　to　transfigure　her！　But；　heavens！　how　grandly　her　young　face　took　the　great　kiss　of　the　god！　　Then　it　fell　for　a　tender　moment　on　the　jaundiced　page　of　my　old　Boccaccio；a　rare　edition；　which　I　had　taken　from　my　knapsack　to　indulge　myself　with　the　appreciation　of　a　connoisseur。　Next　minute　〃the　unobstructed　beam〃　was　shining　right　into　the　knapsack　itself；　for　all　the　world　like　one　of　those　little　demon　electric　lights　with　which　the　dentist　makes　a　momentary　treasure…cave　of　your　distended　jaws；　flashing　with　startled　stalactite。　At　the　same　moment　Nicolete's　starry　eyes　took　the　same　direction；　then　there　broke　from　her　her　lovely　laughter；　merry　and　inextinguishable。

Once　more；　need　I　say；　my　petticoat　had　played　me　falseor　should　I　not　say　true？　For　there　was　its　luxurious　lace　border；　a　thing　for　the　soft　light　of　the　boudoir；　or　the　secret　moonlight　of　love's　permitted　eyes；　alone　to　see；　shamelessly　brazening　it　out　in　this　terrible　sunlight。　　Obviously　there　was　but　one　way　out　of　the　dilemma；　to　confess　my　pilgrimage　to　Nicolete；　and　reveal　to　her　all　the　fanciful　absurdity　to　which；　after　all；　I　owed　the　sight　of　her。

〃So　that　is　why　you　pleaded　so　hard　for　that　poor　trout；〃　she　said；　when　I　had　finished。　　〃Well；　you　are　a　fairy　prince　indeed！　Now；　do　you　know　what　the　punishment　of　your　nonsense　is　to　be？〃

〃Is　it　very　severe　and　humiliating？〃　I　asked。

〃You　must　judge　of　that。　　It　isto　take　me　with　you！〃

〃You；what　do　you　mean？〃

〃Yes；not　for　good　and　all；　of　course；　but　just　for；　say；　a　fortnight；　just　a　fortnight　of　rambles　and　adventures；　and　then　to　deliver　me　safe　home　again　where　you　found　me〃

〃But　it　is　impossible；〃　I　almost　gasped　in　surprise。　　〃Of　course　you　are　not　serious？〃

〃I　am；　really；　and　you　will　take　me；　won't　you？〃　she　continued　pleadingly。　〃You　don't　know　how　we　women　envy　you　men　those　wonderful　walking…tours　we　can　only　read　about　in　Hazlitt　or　Stevenson。　We　are　not　allowed　to　move　without　a　nurse　or　a　footman。　　From　the　day　we　are　born　to　the　day　we　die；　we　are　never　left　a　moment　to　ourselves。　　But　youyou　can　go　out　into　the　world；　the　mysterious　world；　do　as　you　will；　go　where　you　will；　wander　here；　wander　there；　follow　any　bye…way　that　takes　your　fancy；　put　up　at　old　inns；　make　strange　acquaintances；　have　all　kinds　of　romantic　experiences　　Oh；　to　be　a　man　for　a　fortnight；　your　younger　brother　for　a　fortnight！〃

〃It　is　impossible！〃　I　repeated。

〃It　isn't　at　all；〃　she　persisted；　with　a　fine　blush。　　〃If　you　will　only　be　nice　and　kind；　and　help　me　to　some　Rosalind's　clothes。　You　have　only　to　write　to　your　tailors；　or　send　home　for　a　spare　suit　of　clothes；with　a　little　managing　yours　would　just　fit　me；　you're　not　so　much　taller；and　then　we　could　start；　like　two　comrades；　seeking　adventures。　　Oh；　how　glorious　it　would　be！〃

It　was　in　vain　that　I　brought　the　batteries　of　common…sense　to　bear　upon　her　whim。　　I　raised　every　possi