the garden party(园会)-第2章
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cheated。
Jonathan stayed a little longer in the water。 He floated； gently
moving his hands like fins； and letting the sea rock his long； skinny body。
It was curious； but in spite of everything he was fond of Stanley Burnell。
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True； he had a fiendish desire to tease him sometimes； to poke fun at him；
but at bottom he was sorry for the fellow。 There was something pathetic
in his determination to make a job of everything。 You couldn't help
feeling he'd be caught out one day； and then what an almighty cropper he'd
come！ At that moment an immense wave lifted Jonathan； rode past him；
and broke along the beach with a joyful sound。 What a beauty！ And
now there came another。 That was the way to livecarelessly； recklessly；
spending oneself。 He got on to his feet and began to wade towards the
shore； pressing his toes into the firm； wrinkled sand。 To take things easy；
not to fight against the ebb and flow of life； but to give way to itthat was
what was needed。 It was this tension that was all wrong。 To liveto
live！ And the perfect morning； so fresh and fair； basking in the light； as
though laughing at its own beauty； seemed to whisper； 〃Why not？〃
But now he was out of the water Jonathan turned blue with cold。 He
ached all over； it was as though some one was wringing the blood out of
him。 And stalking up the beach； shivering； all his muscles tight； he too
felt his bathe was spoilt。 He'd stayed in too long。
Chapter 1。III。
Beryl was alone in the living…room when Stanley appeared； wearing a
blue serge suit； a stiff collar and a spotted tie。 He looked almost
uncannily clean and brushed； he was going to town for the day。
Dropping into his chair； he pulled out his watch and put it beside his plate。
〃I've just got twenty…five minutes；〃 he said。 〃You might go and see if
the porridge is ready； Beryl？〃
〃Mother's just gone for it；〃 said Beryl。 She sat down at the table and
poured out his tea。
〃Thanks！〃 Stanley took a sip。 〃Hallo！〃 he said in an astonished
voice； 〃you've forgotten the sugar。〃
〃Oh； sorry！〃 But even then Beryl didn't help him； she pushed the
basin across。 What did this mean？ As Stanley helped himself his blue
eyes widened； they seemed to quiver。 He shot a quick glance at his
sister…in… law and leaned back。
〃Nothing wrong； is there？〃 he asked carelessly； fingering his collar。
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Beryl's head was bent； she turned her plate in her fingers。
〃Nothing；〃 said her light voice。 Then she too looked up； and smiled
at Stanley。 〃Why should there be？〃
〃O…oh！ No reason at all as far as I know。 I thought you seemed
rather〃
At that moment the door opened and the three little girls appeared；
each carrying a porridge plate。 They were dressed alike in blue jerseys
and knickers； their brown legs were bare； and each had her hair plaited and
pinned up in what was called a horse's tail。 Behind them came Mrs。
Fairfield with the tray。
〃Carefully； children；〃 she warned。 But they were taking the very
greatest care。 They loved being allowed to carry things。 〃Have you
said good morning to your father？〃
〃Yes； grandma。〃 They settled themselves on the bench opposite
Stanley and Beryl。
〃Good morning； Stanley！〃 Old Mrs。 Fairfield gave him his plate。
〃Morning； mother！ How's the boy？〃
〃Splendid！ He only woke up once last night。 What a perfect
morning！〃 The old woman paused； her hand on the loaf of bread； to gaze
out of the open door into the garden。 The sea sounded。 Through the
wide…open window streamed the sun on to the yellow varnished walls and
bare floor。 Everything on the table flashed and glittered。 In the middle
there was an old salad bowl filled with yellow and red nasturtiums。 She
smiled； and a look of deep content shone in her eyes。
〃You might cut me a slice of that bread； mother；〃 said Stanley。 〃I've
only twelve and a half minutes before the coach passes。 Has anyone
given my shoes to the servant girl？〃
〃Yes； they're ready for you。〃 Mrs。 Fairfield was quite unruffled。
〃Oh； Kezia！ Why are you such a messy child！〃 cried Beryl
despairingly。
〃Me； Aunt Beryl？〃 Kezia stared at her。 What had she done now？
She had only dug a river down the middle of her porridge； filled it； and
was eating the banks away。 But she did that every single morning； and
no one had said a word up till now。
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〃Why can't you eat your food properly like Isabel and Lottie？〃 How
unfair grown…ups are！
〃But Lottie always makes a floating island； don't you； Lottie？〃
〃I don't；〃 said Isabel smartly。 〃I just sprinkle mine with sugar and put
on the milk and finish it。 Only babies play with their food。〃
Stanley pushed back his chair and got up。
〃Would you get me those shoes； mother？ And； Beryl； if you've
finished； I wish you'd cut down to the gate and stop the coach。 Run in to
your mother； Isabel； and ask her where my bowler hat's been put。 Wait a
minutehave you children been playing with my stick？〃
〃No； father！〃
〃But I put it here。〃 Stanley began to bluster。 〃I remember distinctly
putting it in this corner。 Now； who's had it？ There's no time to lose。
Look sharp！ The stick's got to be found。〃
Even Alice； the servant…girl； was drawn into the chase。 〃You haven't
been using it to poke the kitchen fire with by any chance？〃
Stanley dashed into the bedroom where Linda was lying。 〃Most
extraordinary thing。 I can't keep a single possession to myself。 They've
made away with my stick； now！〃
〃Stick； dear？ What stick？〃 Linda's vagueness on these occasions
could not be real； Stanley decided。 Would nobody sympathize with him？
〃Coach！ Coach； Stanley！〃 Beryl's voice cried from the gate。
Stanley waved his arm to Linda。 〃No time to say good…bye！〃 he cried。
And he meant that as a punishment to her。
He snatched his bowler hat； dashed out of the house； and swung down
the garden path。 Yes； the coach was there waiting； and Beryl； leaning
over the open gate； was laughing up at somebody or other just as if
nothing had happened。 The heartlessness of women！ The way they
took it for granted it was your job to slave away for them while they didn't
even take the trouble to see that your walking…stick wasn't lost。 Kelly
trailed his whip across the horses。
〃Good…bye； Stanley；〃 called Beryl； sweetly and gaily。 It was easy
enough to say good…bye！ And there she stood； idle； shading her eyes
with her hand。 The worst of it was Stanley had to shout good…bye too；
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for the sake of appearances。 Then he saw her turn； give a little skip and
run back to the house。 She was glad to be rid of him！
Yes； she was thankful。 Into the living…room she ran and called 〃He's
gone！〃 Linda cried from her room： 〃Beryl！ Has Stanley gone？〃 Old
Mrs。 Fairfield appeared； carrying the boy in his little flannel coatee。
〃Gone？〃
〃Gone！〃
Oh； the relief； the difference it made to have the man out of the house。
Their very voices were changed as they called to one another； they
sounded warm and loving and as if they shared a secret。 Beryl went over
to the table。 〃Have another cup of tea； mother。 It's still hot。〃 She
wanted； somehow； to celebrate the fact that they could do what they liked
now。 There was no man to disturb them； the whole perfect day was
theirs。
〃No； thank you； child；〃 said old Mrs。 Fairfield； but the way at that
moment she tossed the boy up and said 〃a…goos…a…goos…a…ga！〃 to him
meant that she felt the same。 The little girls ran into the paddock like
chickens let out of a coop。
Even Alice； the servant…girl； washing up the dishes in the kitchen；
caught the infection and used the precious tank water in a perfectly
reckless fashion。
〃Oh； these men！〃 said she； and she plunged the teapot into the bowl
and held it under the water even after it had stopped bubbling； as if it too
was a man and drowning was too good for them。
Chapter 1。IV。
〃Wait for me； Isa…bel！ Kezia； wait for me！〃
There was poor little Lottie； left behind again； because she found it so
fearfully hard to get over the stile by herself。 When she stood on the first
step her knees began to wobble； she grasped the post。 Then you had to
put one leg over。 But which leg？ She never could decide。 And when
she did finally put one leg over with a sort of stamp of despairthen the
feeling was awful。 She was half in the paddock still and half in the
tussock grass。 She clutched the post desperately and lifted up her voice。
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〃Wait for me！〃
〃No； don't you wait for her； Kezia！〃 said Isabel。 〃She's such a little
silly。 She's always making a fuss。
