the deliverance-第8部分
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it carefully in the lapel of his coat。 Then； before entering； he stood for a moment silent upon the threshold of the lamplighted room。
In a massive Elizabethan chair of blackened oak a stately old lady was sitting straight and stiff； with her useless legs stretched out upon an elaborately embroidered ottoman。 She wore a dress of rich black brocade； made very full in the skirt； and sleeves after an earlier fashion； and her beautiful snow…white hair was piled over a high cushion and ornamented by a cap of fine thread lace。 In her face； which she turned at the first footstep with a pitiable； blind look； there were the faint traces of a proud； though almost extinguished； beautytraces which were visible in the impetuous flash of her sightless eyes； in the noble arch of her brows； and in the transparent quality of her now yellowed skin； which still kept the look of rare porcelain held against the sunlight。 On a dainty； rose…decked tray beside her chair there were the half of a broiled chicken； a thin glass of port； and a plate of buttered waffles； and near her high footstool a big yellow cat was busily lapping a saucer of new milk。
As Christopher went up to her； she stretched out her hand and touched his face with her sensitive fingers。 〃Oh； if I could only see you；〃 she said； a little peevishly。 〃It is twenty years since I looked at you； and now you are taller than your father was； you say。 I can feel that your hair is light； like his and like Lila's； too； since you are twins。〃
A pretty； fragile woman； who was wrapping a shawl about the old lady's feet； rose to her full height and passed behind the Elizabethan chair。〃 Just a shade lighter than mine； mother；〃 she responded； 〃the sun makes a difference； you know； he is in the sun so much without a hat。〃 As she stood with her delicate hands clasped above the fancifully carved grotesques upon the chair…back； her beauty shone like a lamp against the smoke…stained walls。
〃Ah； if you could but have seen his father when he was young； Lila；〃 sighed her mother； falling into one of the easy reveries of old age。 〃I met him at a fancy ball； you know； where he went as Achilles in full Grecian dress。 Oh！ the sight he was； my dear； one of the few fair men among us； and taller even than old Colonel Fitzhugh； who was considered one of the finest figures of his time。 That was a wild night for me； Christopher； as I've told you often beforeit was love at first sight on both sides； and so marked were your father's attentions that they were the talk of the ball。 Edward Morristhe greatest wit of his day； you knowremarked at supper that the weak point of Achilles was proved at last to be not his heel； but his heart。〃
She laughed with pleasure at the memory； and returned in a half…hearted fashion to her plate of buttered waffles。 〃Have you been riding again； Christopher？〃 she asked after a moment； as if remembering a grievance。 〃I haven't had so much as a word from you to…day； but when one is chained to a chair like this it is useless to ask even to be thought of amid your pleasures。〃
〃I always think of you； mother。〃
〃Well； I'm glad to hear it； my dear； though I'm sure I should never imagine that you do。 Have you heard； by the way； that Boaz lost the key of the winecellar； and that I had to go two whole days without my port？ I declare； he is getting so careless that I'm afraid we'll have to put another butler over him。〃
〃Lawd； ole miss； you ain' gwine do dat； is you？〃 anxiously questioned Uncle Boaz as he filled her glass。
She lifted the wine to her lips； her stern face softening。 Like many a high…spirited woman doomed to perpetual inaction； her dominion over her servants had grown to represent the larger share of life。
〃Then be more careful in future； Boaz；〃 she cautioned。 〃Tell me； Lila； what has become of Nathan； the son of Phyllis？ He used to be a very bright little darkey twenty years ago； and I always intended putting him in the dining…room； but things escape me so。 His mother； Phyllis； I remember； got some ridiculous idea about freedom in her head； and ran away with the Yankee soldiers before we whipped them。〃
Lila's face flushed； for since the war Nathan had grown into one of the most respectable of freedmen； but Uncle Boaz； with a glib tongue； started valiantly to her support。
〃Go 'way； ole miss； dat ar Natan is de mos' ornery un er de hull bunch；〃 he declared。 〃Wen he comes inter my dinin'…'oom； out I'se gwine； an' days sho。〃
The old lady passed a hand slowly across her brow。 〃I can't rememberI can't remember；〃 she murmured； 〃but I dare say you're right； Boazand that reminds me that this bottle of port is not so good as the last。 Have you tried it； Christopher？〃
〃Not yet； mother。 Where did you find it； Uncle Boaz？〃
〃Hit's des de same； suh；〃 protested Uncle Boaz。 〃Dey wuz bofe un um layin' right side by side； des like dey 'uz bo'n blood kin； en I done dus' de cobwebs off'n um wid de same duster； dat I is。〃
〃Well； well； that will do。 Now go in to supper； children； and send Docia to take my tray。 Dear me； I do wish that Tucker could be persuaded to give up that vulgar bacon。 I'm not so unreasonable； I hope； as to expect a man to make any sacrifices in this worldthat's the woman's part； and I've tried to take my share of itbut to conceive of a passion for a thing like baconI declare is quite beyond me。〃
〃Come； now； Lucy； don't begin to meddle with my whims；〃 protested the cheerful tones of Tucker； as he entered on his crutches； one of which was strapped to the stump of his right arm。 〃Allow me my dissipations； my dear； and I'll not interfere with yours。〃
〃Dissipations！〃 promptly took up the old lady； from the hearth。 〃Why； if it were such a gentlemanly thing as a dissipation； Tucker； I shouldn't say a wordnot a single word。 A taste for wine is entirely proper； I'm sure； and even a little intoxication is permissible on occasionssuch as christenings； weddings； and Christmas Eve gatherings。 Your father used to say； Christopher； that the proof of a gentleman was in the way he held his wine。 But to fall a deliberate victim to so low…born a vice as a love of bacon is something that no member of our family has ever done before。〃
〃That's true； Lucy；〃 pleasantly assented Tucker； 〃but then； you see； no member of our family had ever fought three years for his Stateto say nothing of losing a leg and an arm in her service。〃
His fine face was ploughed with the marks of suffering； but the heartiness had not left his voice； and his smile still shone bright and strong。 From a proud position as the straightest shot and the gayest liver of his day； he had been reduced at a single blow to the couch of a hopeless cripple。 Poverty had come a little later； but the second shock had only served to steady his nerves from the vibration of the first； and the courage which had drooped within him for a time was revived in the form of a rare and gentle humour。 Nothing was so terrible but Tucker could get a laugh out of it； people saidnot knowing that since he had learned to smile at his own ghastly failure it was an easy matter to turn the jest on universal joy or woe。
The old lady's humour melted at his words； and she hastened to offer proof of her contrition。 〃You're perfectly right； brother；〃 she said； 〃and I know I'm an ungrateful creature； so you needn't take the trouble to tell me。 As long as you do me the honour to live beneath my roof； you shall eat the whole hog or none to your heart's content。〃
Then； as Docia； a large black woman； with brass hoops in her ears； appeared to bear away the supper tray； Mrs。 Blake folded her hands and settled herself for a nap upon her cushions； while the yellow cat purred blissfully on her knees。
Beyond the adjoining bedroom； through which Christopher passed； a rude plank platform led to a long； unceiled room which served as kitchen and dining…room in one。 Here a cheerful blaze made merry about an ancient crane； on which a coffeeboiler swung slowly back and forth with a bubbling noise。 In the red firelight a plain pine table was spread with a scant supper of cornbread and bacon and a cracked Wedgewood pitcher filled with buttermilk。 There was no silver； the china consisted of some odd； broken pieces of old willow…ware； and beyond a bunch of damask roses stuck in a quaint glass vase； there was no visible attempt to lighten the effect of extreme poverty。 An aged Negress； in a dress of linsey…woolsey which resembled a patchwork quilt； was pouring hot； thin coffee into a row of cups with chipped or missing saucers。
Cynthia was already at the table； and when Christopher came in she served him with an anxious haste like that of a stricken mother。 To Tucker and herself the coarse fare was unbearable even after the custom of fifteen years； and time had not lessened the surprise with which they watched the young man's healthful enjoyment of his food。 Even Lila； whose glowing face in its nimbus of curls lent an almost festive air to her end of the white pine board； ate with a heartiness which Cynthia； with her outgrown standard for her sex； could not but find a trifle vulgar。 The elder sister had been born to a different heritage to one of restricted views and mincing manners for a womanand； despite herself； she could but drift aimlessly on the widening current of the times。
〃Christopher； will you have some coffeeit is stronger now？〃 she asked presently； reaching for his emptied cup。
〃Dis yer stuff ain' no cawfy；〃 grumbled Aunt Pony； taking the boiler from the crane； 〃hit ain' nuttin' but dishwater； I don' cyar who done made hit。〃 Then； as the door opened to admit Uncle Isam with a bucket from the spring； she divided her scorn equally between him and the coffee…pot。
〃You needn't be a…castin' er you nets into dese yer pains；〃 she observed cynically。
Uncle Isam； a dried old Negro of seventy years； shambled in patiently and placed the bucket carefully upon the stones； to be shrilly scolded by Aunt Polly for spilling a few drops on the floor。 〃I reckon you is steddyin' ter outdo Marse Noah；〃 she remarked with scorn。
〃Howdy； Marse Christopher？ Howdy； Marse Tuck？〃 Uncle Isam inquired politely； as he seated himself in a low chair on the hearth and dropped his clasped hands between his open knees。
Christopher nodded carelessly。 〃Glad to
