arms and the man-第11部分

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a　complete　change　of　manner　from　the　heroic　to　the　familiar）　How
did　you　find　me　out？

BLUNTSCHLI　（promptly）。　Instinct；　dear　young　lady。　Instinct；　and
experience　of　the　world。

RAINA　（wonderingly）。　Do　you　know；　you　are　the　first　man　I　ever
met　who　did　not　take　me　seriously？

BLUNTSCHLI。　You　mean；　don't　you；　that　I　am　the　first　man　that
has　ever　taken　you　quite　seriously？

RAINA。　Yes；　I　suppose　I　do　mean　that。　（Cosily；　quite　at　her　ease
with　him。）　How　strange　it　is　to　be　talked　to　in　such　a　way！　You
know；　I've　always　gone　on　like　thatI　mean　the　noble　attitude
and　the　thrilling　voice。　I　did　it　when　I　was　a　tiny　child　to　my
nurse。　She　believed　in　it。　I　do　it　before　my　parents。　They
believe　in　it。　I　do　it　before　Sergius。　He　believes　in　it。

BLUNTSCHLI。　Yes：　he's　a　little　in　that　line　himself；　isn't　he？

RAINA　（startled）。　Do　you　think　so？

BLUNTSCHLI。　You　know　him　better　than　I　do。

RAINA。　I　wonderI　wonder　is　he？　If　I　thought　that！
（Discouraged。）　Ah；　well；　what　does　it　matter？　I　suppose；　now
that　you've　found　me　out；　you　despise　me。

BLUNTSCHLI　（warmly；　rising）。　No；　my　dear　young　lady；　no；　no；　no
a　thousand　times。　It's　part　of　your　youthpart　of　your　charm。
I'm　like　all　the　rest　of　themthe　nurse　your
parentsSergius：　I'm　your　infatuated　admirer。

RAINA　（pleased）。　Really？

BLUNTSCHLI　（slapping　his　breast　smartly　with　his　hand；　German
fashion）。　Hand　aufs　Herz！　Really　and　truly。

RAINA　（very　happy）。　But　what　did　you　think　of　me　for　giving　you
my　portrait？

BLUNTSCHLI　（astonished）。　Your　portrait！　You　never　gave　me　your
portrait。

RAINA　（quickly）。　Do　you　mean　to　say　you　never　got　it？

BLUNTSCHLI。　No。　（He　sits　down　beside　her；　with　renewed　interest；
and　says；　with　some　complacency。）　When　did　you　send　it　to　me？

RAINA　（indignantly）。　I　did　not　send　it　to　you。　（She　turns　her
head　away；　and　adds；　reluctantly。）　It　was　in　the　pocket　of　that
coat。

BLUNTSCHLI　（pursing　his　lips　and　rounding　his　eyes）。　Oh…o…oh！　I
never　found　it。　It　must　be　there　still。

RAINA　（springing　up）。　There　still！for　my　father　to　find　the
first　time　he　puts　his　hand　in　his　pocket！　Oh；　how　could　you　be
so　stupid？

BLUNTSCHLI　（rising　also）。　It　doesn't　matter：　it's　only　a
photograph：　how　can　he　tell　who　it　was　intended　for？　Tell　him　he
put　it　there　himself。

RAINA　（impatiently）。　Yes；　that　is　so　cleverso　clever！　What
shall　I　do？

BLUNTSCHLI。　Ah；　I　see。　You　wrote　something　on　it。　That　was　rash！

RAINA　（annoyed　almost　to　tears）。　Oh；　to　have　done　such　a　thing
for　you；　who　care　no　moreexcept　to　laugh　at　meoh！　Are　you
sure　nobody　has　touched　it？

BLUNTSCHLI。　Well；　I　can't　be　quite　sure。　You　see　I　couldn't
carry　it　about　with　me　all　the　time：　one　can't　take　much　luggage
on　active　service。

RAINA。　What　did　you　do　with　it？

BLUNTSCHLI。　When　I　got　through　to　Peerot　I　had　to　put　it　in　safe
keeping　somehow。　I　thought　of　the　railway　cloak　room；　but　that's
the　surest　place　to　get　looted　in　modern　warfare。　So　I　pawned
it。

RAINA。　Pawned　it！！！

BLUNTSCHLI。　I　know　it　doesn't　sound　nice；　but　it　was　much　the
safest　plan。　I　redeemed　it　the　day　before　yesterday。　Heaven　only
knows　whether　the　pawnbroker　cleared　out　the　pockets　or　not。

RAINA　（furiousthrowing　the　words　right　into　his　face）。　You
have　a　low；　shopkeeping　mind。　You　think　of　things　that　would
never　come　into　a　gentleman's　head。

BLUNTSCHLI　（phlegmatically）。　That's　the　Swiss　national
character；　dear　lady。

RAINA。　Oh；　I　wish　I　had　never　met　you。　（She　flounces　away　and
sits　at　the　window　fuming。）

　　　（Louka　comes　in　with　a　heap　of　letters　and
　　　　telegrams　on　her　salver；　and　crosses；　with　her
　　　　bold；　free　gait；　to　the　table。　Her　left　sleeve　is
　　　　looped　up　to　the　shoulder　with　a　brooch；　shewing
　　　　her　naked　arm；　with　a　broad　gilt　bracelet　covering
　　　　the　bruise。）

LOUKA　（to　Bluntschli）。　For　you。　（She　empties　the　salver
recklessly　on　the　table。）　The　messenger　is　waiting。　（She　is
determined　not　to　be　civil　to　a　Servian；　even　if　she　must　bring
him　his　letters。）

BLUNTSCHLI　（to　Raina）。　Will　you　excuse　me：　the　last　postal
delivery　that　reached　me　was　three　weeks　ago。　These　are　the
subsequent　accumulations。　Four　telegramsa　week　old。　（He　opens
one。）　Oho！　Bad　news！

RAINA　（rising　and　advancing　a　little　remorsefully）。　Bad　news？

BLUNTSCHLI。　My　father's　dead。　（He　looks　at　the　telegram　with　his
lips　pursed；　musing　on　the　unexpected　change　in　his
arrangements。）

RAINA。　Oh；　how　very　sad！

BLUNTSCHLI。　Yes：　I　shall　have　to　start　for　home　in　an　hour。　He
has　left　a　lot　of　big　hotels　behind　him　to　be　looked　after。
（Takes　up　a　heavy　letter　in　a　long　blue　envelope。）　Here's　a
whacking　letter　from　the　family　solicitor。　（He　pulls　out　the
enclosures　and　glances　over　them。）　Great　Heavens！　Seventy！　Two
hundred！　（In　a　crescendo　of　dismay。）　Four　hundred！　Four
thousand！！　Nine　thousand　six　hundred！！！　What　on　earth　shall　I　do
with　them　all？

RAINA　（timidly）。　Nine　thousand　hotels？

BLUNTSCHLI。　Hotels！　Nonsense。　If　you　only　knew！oh；　it's　too
ridiculous！　Excuse　me：　I　must　give　my　fellow　orders　about
starting。　（He　leaves　the　room　hastily；　with　the　documents　in　his
hand。）

LOUKA　（tauntingly）。　He　has　not　much　heart；　that　Swiss；　though
he　is　so　fond　of　the　Servians。　He　has　not　a　word　of　grief　for
his　poor　father。

RAINA　（bitterly）。　Grief！a　man　who　has　been　doing　nothing　but
killing　people　for　years！　What　does　he　care？　What　does　any
soldier　care？　（She　goes　to　the　door；　evidently　restraining　her
tears　with　difficulty。）

LOUKA。　Major　Saranoff　has　been　fighting；　too；　and　he　has　plenty
of　heart　left。　（Raina；　at　the　door；　looks　haughtily　at　her　and
goes　out。）　Aha！　I　thought　you　wouldn't　get　much　feeling　out　of
your　soldier。　（She　is　following　Raina　when　Nicola　enters　with　an
armful　of　logs　for　the　fire。）

NICOLA　（grinning　amorously　at　her）。　I've　been　trying　all　the
afternoon　to　get　a　minute　alone　with　you；　my　girl。　（His
countenance　changes　as　he　notices　her　arm。）　Why；　what　fashion　is
that　of　wearing　your　sleeve；　child？

LOUKA　（proudly）。　My　own　fashion。

NICOLA。　Indeed！　If　the　mistress　catches　you；　she'll　talk　to　you。
（He　throws　the　logs　down　on　the　ottoman；　and　sits　comfortably
beside　them。）

LOUKA。　Is　that　any　reason　why　you　should　take　it　on　yourself　to
talk　to　me？

NICOLA。　Come：　don't　be　so　contrary　with　me。　I've　some　good　news
for　you。　（He　takes　out　some　paper　money。　Louka；　with　an　eager
gleam　in　her　eyes；　comes　close　to　look　at　it。）　See；　a　twenty
leva　bill！　Sergius　gave　me　that　out　of　pure　swagger。　A　fool　and
his　money　are　soon　parted。　There's　ten　levas　more。　The　Swiss
gave　me　that　for　backing　up　the　mistress's　and　Raina's　lies
about　him。　He's　no　fool；　he　isn't。　You　should　have　heard　old
Catherine　downstairs　as　polite　as　you　please　to　me；　telling　me
not　to　mind　the　Major　being　a　little　impatient；　for　they　knew
what　a　good　servant　I　wasafter　making　a　fool　and　a　liar　of　me
before　them　all！　The　twenty　will　go　to　our　savings；　and　you
shall　have　the　ten　to　spend　if　you'll　only　talk　to　me　so　as　to
remind　me　I'm　a　human　being。　I　get　tired　of　being　a　servant
occasionally。

LOUKA　（scornfully）。　Yes：　sell　your　manhood　for　thirty　levas；
and　buy　me　for　ten！　Keep　your　money。　You　were　born　to　be　a
servant。　I　was　not。　When　you　set　up　your　shop　you　will　only　be
everybody's　servant　instead　of　somebody's　servant。

NICOLA　（picking　up　his　logs；　and　going　to　the　stove）。　Ah；　wait
till　you　see。　We　shall　have　our　evenings　to　ourselves；　and　I
shall　be　master　in　my　own　house；　I　promise　you。　（He　throws　the
logs　down　and　kneels　at　the　stove。）

LOUKA。　You　shall　never　be　master　in　mine。　（She　sits　down　on
Sergius's　chair。）

NICOLA　（turning；　still　on　his　knees；　and　squatting　down　rather
forlornly；　on　his　calves；　daunted　by　her　implacable　disdain）。
You　have　a　great　ambition　in　you；　Louka。　Remember：　if　any　luck
comes　to　you；　it　was　I　that　made　a　woman　of　you。

LOUKA。　You！

NICOLA　（with　dogged　self…assertion）。　Yes；　me。　Who　was　it　made
you　give　up　wearing　a　couple　of　pounds　of　false　black　hair　on
your　head　and　reddening　your　lips　and　cheeks　like　any　other
Bulgarian　girl？　I　did。　Who　taught　you　to　trim　your　nails；　and
keep　your　hands　clean；　and　be　dainty　about　yourself；　like　a　fine
Russian　lady？　Me！　do　you　hear　that？　me！　（She　tosses　her　head
defiantly；　and　he　rises；　ill…humoredly；　adding　more　coolly）　I've
often　thought　that　if　Raina　were　out　of　the　way；　and　you　just　a
little　less　of　a　fool　and　Sergius　just　a　little　more　of　one；　you
might　come　to　be　one　of　my　grandest　customers；　instead　of　only
being　my　wife　and　costing　me　money。

LOUKA。　I　believe　you　would　rather　be　my　servant　than　my　husband。
You　would　make　more　out　of　me。　Oh；　I　know　that　soul　of　yours。

NICOLA　（going　up　close　to　her　for　greater　emphasis）。　Never　you
mind　my　soul；　but　just　listen　to　my　advice。　If　you　want　to　be　a
lady；　your　present　behaviour　to　me　won't　do　at　all；　unless　when
we're　alone。　It's　too　sharp　and　imprudent；　and　impudence　is　a
sort　of　familiarity：　it　shews　affection　for　me。　And　don't　you
try　being　high　and　mighty　with　me　either。　You're　like　all
country　girls：　you　think　it's　genteel　to　treat　a　servant　the　way
I　treat　a　stable…boy。　That's　only　your　ignorance；　and　don't　you
forget　it。　And　don't　be　so　ready　to　defy　everybody。　Act　as　if
you　expected　to　have　your　own　way；　not　as　if　you　expected　to　be
ordered　about。　The　way　to　get　on　as　a　lady　is　the　same　as　the
way　to　get　on　as　a　servant：　you've　got　to　know　your　place；
that's　the　secret　of　it。　And　you　may　depend　on　me　to　know　my
place　if　you　get　promoted。　Think　over　it；　my　girl。　I'll　stand　by
you：　one　servant　should　always　stand　by　another。

LOUKA　（rising　impatiently）。　Oh；　I　must　behave　in　my　own　way。
You　take　all　the　courage　out　of　me　with　your　cold…blooded
wisdom。　Go　and　put　those　logs　on　the　fire：　that's　the　sort　of
thing　you　understand。　（Before　Nicola　can　retort；　Sergius　comes
in。　He　checks　himself　a　moment　on　seeing　Louka；　then　goes　to　the
stove。）

SERGIUS　（to　Nicola）。　I　am　not　in　the　way　of　your　work；　I　hope。

NICOLA　（in　a　smooth；　elderly　manner）。　Oh；　no；　sir；　thank　you
kindly。　I　was　only　speaking　to　this　foolish　girl　about　her　habit
of　running　up　here　to　the　library　whenever　she　gets　a　chance；　to
look　at　the　books。　That's　the　worst　of　her　education；　sir：　it