the lost road-第16节

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magnificent。　　Instinctively　he　cast　the　people　of　Zanzibar　in　the
conventional　roles　of　musical　comedy。

His　choruses　were　already　in　waiting。　　There　was　the　Sultan's
body…guard　in　gold…laced　turbans；　the　merchants　of　the　bazaars　in
red　fezzes　and　gowns　of　flowing　silk；　the　Malay　sailors　in　blue；
the　black　native　police　in　scarlet；　the　ladies　of　the　harems　closely
veiled　and　cloaked；　the　market　women　in　a　single　garment　of
orange；　or　scarlet；　or　purple；　or　of　all　three；　and　the　happy；
hilarious　Zanzibari　boys　in　the　color　God　gave　them。

For　hours　he　would　sit　under　the　yellow…and…green　awning　of　the
Greek　hotel　and　watch　the　procession　pass；　or　he　would　lie　under
an　umbrella　on　the　beach　and　laugh　as　the　boatmen　lifted　their
passengers　to　their　shoulders　and　with　them　splash　through　the
breakers；　or　in　the　bazaars　for　hours　he　would　bargain　with　the
Indian　merchants；　or　in　the　great　mahogany　hall　of　the　Ivory
House；　to　the　whisper　of　a　punka　and　the　tinkle　of　ice　in　a　tall
glass；　listen　to　tales　of　Arab　raids；　of　elephant　poachers；　of
the　trade　in　white　and　black　ivory；　of　the　great　explorers　who
had　sat　in　that　same　roomof　Emin　Pasha；　of　Livingstone；　of
Stanley。　　His　comic　opera　lacked　only　a　heroine　and　the　love
interest。

When　he　met　Mrs。　Adair　he　found　both。　　Polly　Adair；　as　every
one　who　dared　to　do　so　preferred　to　call　her；　was；　like　himself；　an
American　and；　though　absurdly　young；　a　widow。　　In　the　States　she
would　have　been　called　an　extremely　pretty　girl。　　In　a　community
where　the　few　dozen　white　women　had　wilted　and　faded　in　the
fierce　sun　of　the　equator；　and　where　the　rest　of　the　women　were
jet　black　except　their　teeth；　which　were　dyed　an　alluring　purple；
Polly　Adair　was　as　beautiful　as　a　June　morning。　　At　least；　so
Hemingway　thought　the　first　time　he　saw　her；　and　each　succeeding
time　he　thought　her　more　beautiful；　more　lovely；　more　to　be　loved。

He　met　her；　three　days　after　his　arrival；　at　the　residence　of　the
British　agent　and　consul…general；　where　Lady　Firth　was　giving　tea
to　the　six　nurses　from　the　English　hospital　and　to　all　the　other
respectable　members　of　Zanzibar　society。

〃My　husband's　typist；〃　said　her　ladyship　as　she　helped　Hemingway
to　tea；　〃is　a　copatriot　of　yours。　　She's　such　a　nice　gell；　not　a　bit　like
an　American。　　I　don't　know　what　I'd　do　in　this　awful　place　without　her。
Promise　me；〃　she　begged　tragically；　〃you　will　not　ask　her　to　marry　you。〃

Unconscious　of　his　fate；　Hemingway　promised。

〃Because　all　the　men　do；〃　sighed　Lady　Firth；　〃and　I　never　know
what　morning　one　of　the　wretches　won't　carry　her　off　to　a　home　of
her　own。　　And　then　what　would　become　of　me？　Men　are　so　selfish！
If　you　must　fall　in　love；〃　suggested　her　ladyship；　〃promise　me　you
will　fall　in　love　with〃she　paused　innocently　and　raised　baby…blue
eyes；　in　a　baby…like　stare〃with　some　one　else。〃

Again　Hemingway　promised。　　He　bowed　gallantly。　　〃That　will　be　quite
easy；〃　he　said。

Her　ladyship　smiled；　but　Hemingway　did　not　see　the　smile。　　He　was
looking　past　her　at　a　girl　from　home；　who　came　across　the　terrace
carrying　in　her　hand　a　stenographer's　note…book。

Lady　Firth　followed　the　direction　of　his　eyes　and　saw　the　look　in
them。　　She　exclaimed　with　dismay：

〃Already！　Already　he　deserts　me；　even　before　the　ink　is　dry　on
the　paper。〃

She　drew　the　note…book　from　Mrs。　Adair's　fingers　and　dropped　it
under　the　tea…table。

〃Letters　must　wait；　my　child；〃　she　declared。

〃But　Sir　George〃　protested　the　girl。

〃Sir　George　must　wait；　too；〃　continued　his　wife；　〃the　Foreign　Office
must　wait；　the　British　Empire　must　wait　until　you　have　had　your　tea。〃

The　girl　laughed　helplessly。　　As　though　assured　her　fellow
countryman　would　comprehend；　she　turned　to　him。

〃They're　so　exactly　like　what　you　want　them　to　be；〃　she　said〃I
mean　about　their　tea！〃

Hemingway　smiled　back　with　such　intimate　understanding　that
Lady　Firth　glanced　up　inquiringly。

〃Have　you　met　Mrs。　Adair　already？〃　she　asked。

〃No；〃　said　Hemingway；　〃but　I　have　been　trying　to　meet　her　for
thirty　years。〃

Perplexed；　the　Englishwoman　frowned；　and　then；　with　delight　at
her　own　perspicuity；　laughed　aloud。　

〃I　know；〃　she　cried；　〃in　your　country　you　are　what　they　call　a
'hustler'！　Is　that　right？〃　She　waved　them　away。　　〃Take　Mrs。　Adair
over　there；〃　she　commanded；　〃and　tell　her　all　the　news　from　home。
Tell　her　about　the　railroad　accidents　and　'washouts'　and　the
latest　thing　in　lynching。〃

The　young　people　stretched　out　in　long　wicker　chairs　in　the　shade
of　a　tree　covered　with　purple　flowers。　　On　a　perch　at　one　side　of
them　an　orang…outang　in　a　steel　belt　was　combing　the　whiskers　of
her　infant　daughter；　at　their　feet　what　looked　like　two　chow　puppies；
but　which　happened　to　be　Lady　Firth's　pet　lions；　were　chewing　each
other's　toothless　gums；　and　in　the　immediate　foreground　the　hospital
nurses　were　defying　the　sun　at　tennis　while　the　Sultan's　band　played
selections　from　a　Gaiety　success　of　many　years　in　the　past。　　With　these
surroundings　it　was　difficult　to　talk　of　home。　　Nor　on　any　later　occasions；
except　through　inadvertence；　did　they　talk　of　home。　

For　the　reasons　already　stated；　it　amused　Hemingway　to　volunteer
no　confidences。　　On　account　of　what　that　same　evening　Harris　told
him　of　Mrs。　Adair；　he　asked　none。

Harris　himself　was　a　young　man　in　no　way　inclined　to　withhold
confidences。　　He　enjoyed　giving　out　information。　　He　enjoyed
talking　about　himself；　his　duties；　the　other　consuls；　the　Zanzibaris；
and　his　native　State　of　Iowa。　　So　long　as　he　was　permitted　to　talk；
the　listener　could　select　the　subject。　　But；　combined　with　his　loquacity；
Hemingway　had　found　him　kind…hearted；　intelligent；　observing；　and
the　call　of　a　common　country　had　got　them　quickly　together。　

Hemingway　was　quite　conscious　that　the　girl　he　had　seen　but　once
had　impressed　him　out　of　all　proportion　to　what　he　knew　of　her。
She　seemed　too　good　to　be　true。　　And　he　tried　to　persuade　himself
that　after　eight　months　in　the　hinterland　among　hippos　and　zebras
any　reasonably　attractive　girl　would　have　proved　equally　disturbing。　

But　he　was　not　convinced。　　He　did　not　wish　to　be　convinced。　　He
assured　himself　that　had　he　met　Mrs。　Adair　at　home　among　hundreds
of　others　he　would　have　recognized　her　as　a　woman　of　exceptional
character；　as　one　especially　charming。　　He　wanted　to　justify　this
idea　of　her；　he　wanted　to　talk　of　Mrs。　Adair　to　Harris；　not　to　learn
more　concerning　her；　but　just　for　the　pleasure　of　speaking　her　name。

He　was　much　upset　at　that；　and　the　discovery　that　on　meeting　a
woman　for　the　first　time　he　still　could　be　so　boyishly　and　ingenuously
moved　greatly　pleased　him。　　It　was　a　most　delightful　secret。　　So　he　acted
on　the　principle　that　when　a　man　immensely　admires　a　woman　and
wishes　to　conceal　that　fact　from　every　one　else　he　can　best　do　so　by
declaring　his　admiration　in　the　frankest　and　most　open　manner。　　After
the　tea…party；　as　Harris　and　himself　sat　in　the　consulate；　he　so　expressed
himself。

〃What　an　extraordinary　nice　girl；〃　he　exclaimed；　〃is　that　Mrs。　Adair！
I　had　a　long　talk　with　her。　　She　is　most　charming。　　However　did　a
woman　like　that　come　to　be　in　a　place　like　this？〃

Judging　from　his　manner；　it　seemed　to　Hemingway　that　at　the
mention　of　Mrs。　Adair's　name　he　had　found　Harris　mentally　on
guard；　as　though　the　consul　had　guessed　the　question　would　come
and　had　prepared　for　it。　

〃She　just　dropped　in　here　one　day；〃　said　Harris；　〃from　no　place
in　particular。　　Personally；　I　always　have　thought　from　heaven。〃

〃It's　a　good　address；〃　said　Hemingway。　

〃It　seems　to　suit　her；〃　the　consul　agreed。　　〃Anyway；　if　she　doesn't　come
from　there；　that's　where　she's　goingjust　on　account　of　the　good　she's
done　us　while　she's　been　here。　　She　arrived　four　months　ago　with　a
typewriting…machine　and　letters　to　me　from　our　consuls　in　Cape　Town
and　Durban。　　She　had　done　some　typewriting　for　them。　　It　seems　that
after　her　husband　died；　which　was　a　few　months　after　they　were　married；
she　learned　to　make　her　living　by　typewriting。　　She　worked　too　hard
and　broke　down；　and　the　doctor　said　she　must　go　to　hot　countries；　the
'hotter　the　better。'　　So　she's　worked　her　way　half　around　the　world
typewriting。　　She　worked　chiefly　for　her　own　consuls　or　for　the　American
commission　houses。　　Sometimes　she　stayed　a　month；　sometimes　only　over
one　steamer　day。　　But　when　she　got　here　Lady　Firth　took　such　a　fancy　to
her　that　she　made　Sir　George　engage　her　as　his　private　secretary；　and　she's
been　here　ever　since。〃

In　a　community　so　small　as　was　that　of　Zanzibar　the　white　residents
saw　one　another　every　day；　and　within　a　week　Hemingway　had　met
Mrs。　Adair　many　times。　　He　met　her　at　dinner；　at　the　British　agency；
he　met　her　in　the　country　club；　where　the　white　exiles　gathered　for
tea　and　tennis。　　He　hired　a　launch　and　in　her　honor　gave　a　picnic
on　the　north　coast　of　the　island；　and　on　three　glorious　and　memorable
nights；　after　different　dinner…parties　had　ascended　to　the　roof；　he　sat
at　her　side　and　across　the　white　level　of　the　housetops　looked　down
into　the　moonlit　harbor。

What　interest　the　two　young　people　felt　in　each　other　was　in　no
way　discouraged　by　their　surroundings。　　In　the　tropics　the　tender
em