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第25章

  Theywereallverygay,laughingovertheirmistakes,gettinginoneanother’sway,rushingintothesitting-room,theirhandsfullofplatesorknivesorglasses,anddartingoutagainaftermore。MarcusandMr。Sieppetooktheircoatsoff。OldGrannisandMissBakerpassedeachotherinthehallinaconstrainedsilence,hergrenadinebrushingagainsttheelbowofhiswrinkledfrockcoat。UncleOelbermannsuperintendedHeiseopeningthecaseofchampagnewiththegravityofamagistrate。Owgoostewasassignedthetaskoffillingthenewsaltandpeppercanistersofredandblueglass。
  Inawonderfullyshorttimeeverythingwasready。MarcusSchoulerresumedhiscoat,wipinghisforehead,andremarking:
  “Itellyou,I’vebeendoingCHORESforMYboard。“
  “Todertable!“commandedMr。Sieppe。
  Thecompanysatdownwithagreatclatter,Trinaatthefoot,thedentistatthehead,theothersarrangedthemselvesinhaphazardfashion。ButithappenedthatMarcusSchoulercrowdedintotheseatbesideSelina,towardswhichOldGranniswasdirectinghimself。Therewasbutoneotherchairvacant,andthatatthesideofMissBaker。OldGrannishesitated,puttinghishandtohischin。However,therewasnoescape。Ingreattrepidationhesatdownbesidetheretireddressmaker。Neitherofthemspoke。OldGrannisdarednotmove,butsatrigid,hiseyesrivetedonhisemptysoupplate。
  Allatoncetherewasareportlikeapistol。Themenstartedintheirplaces。Mrs。Sieppeutteredamuffledshriek。Thewaiterfromthecheaprestaurant,hiredasMaria’sassistant,rosefromabendingposture,achampagnebottlefrothinginhishand;hewasgrinningfromeartoear。
  “Don’tgetscairt,“hesaid,reassuringly,“itain’tloaded。“
  Whenalltheirglasseshadbeenfilled,Marcusproposedthehealthofthebride,“standingup。“Theguestsroseanddrank。Hardlyoneofthemhadevertastedchampagnebefore。
  Themoment’ssilenceafterthetoastwasbrokenbyMcTeagueexclaimingwithalongbreathofsatisfaction:“That’sthebestbeerIeverdrank。“
  Therewasaroaroflaughter。EspeciallywasMarcustickledoverthedentist’sblunder;hewentoffinaveryspasmofmirth,bangingthetablewithhisfist,laughinguntilhiseyeswatered。AllthroughthemealhekeptbreakingoutintocacklingimitationsofMcTeague’swords:“That’sthebestBEERIeverdrank。Oh,Lord,ain’tthatabreak!“
  Whatawonderfulsupperthatwas!Therewasoystersoup;
  therewereseabassandbarracuda;therewasagiganticroastgoosestuffedwithchestnuts;therewereegg-plantandsweetpotatoes——MissBakercalledthem“yams。“Therewascalf’sheadinoil,overwhichMr。Sieppewentintoecstasies;therewaslobstersalad;therewerericepudding,andstrawberryicecream,andwinejelly,andstewedprunes,andcocoanuts,andmixednuts,andraisins,andfruit,andtea,andcoffee,andmineralwaters,andlemonade。
  Fortwohourstheguestsate;theirfacesred,theirelbowswide,theperspirationbeadingtheirforeheads。Allaroundthetableonesawthesameincessantmovementofjawsandheardthesameuninterruptedsoundofchewing。ThreetimesHeisepassedhisplateformoreroastgoose。Mr。Sieppedevouredthecalf’sheadwithlongbreathsofcontentment;
  McTeagueateforthesakeofeating,withoutchoice;
  everythingwithinreachofhishandsfounditswayintohisenormousmouth。
  Therewasbutlittleconversation,andthatonlyofthefood;oneexchangedopinionswithone’sneighborastothesoup,theegg-plant,orthestewedprunes。Soontheroombecameverywarm,afaintmoistureappeareduponthewindows,theairwasheavywiththesmellofcookedfood。
  AteverymomentTrinaorMrs。Sieppeurgedsomeoneofthecompanytohavehisorherplaterefilled。Theywereconstantlyemployedindishingpotatoesorcarvingthegooseorladlinggravy。Thehiredwaitercircledaroundtheroom,hislimpnapkinoverhisarm,hishandsfullofplatesanddishes。Hewasagreatjoker;hehadnamesofhisownfordifferentarticlesoffood,thatsentgalesoflaughteraroundthetable。Whenhespokeofabunchofparsleyas“scenery,“Heiseallbutstrangledhimselfoveramouthfulofpotato。OutinthekitchenMariaMacapadidtheworkofthree,herfacescarlet,hersleevesrolledup;everynowandthensheutteredshrillbutunintelligibleoutcries,supposedlyaddressedtothewaiter。
  “UncleOelbermann,“saidTrina,“letmegiveyouanotherhelpingofprunes。“
  TheSieppespaidgreatdeferencetoUncleOelbermann,asindeeddidthewholecompany。EvenMarcusSchoulerloweredhisvoicewhenheaddressedhim。Atthebeginningofthemealhehadnudgedtheharness-makerandhadwhisperedbehindhishand,noddinghisheadtowardthewholesaletoydealer,“Gotthirtythousanddollarsinthebank;has,forafact。“
  “Don’thavemuchtosay,“observedHeise。
  “No,no。That’shisway;neveropenshisface。“
  Astheeveningworeon,thegasandtwolampswerelit。Thecompanywerestilleating。Themen,gorgedwithfood,hadunbuttonedtheirvests。McTeague’scheeksweredistended,hiseyeswide,hishuge,salientjawmovedwithamachine-
  likeregularity;atintervalshedrewaseriesofshortbreathsthroughhisnose。Mrs。Sieppewipedherforeheadwithhernapkin。
  “Hey,dere,poy,gifmesomemoreoafdat——whatyoucall——
  ’bubble-water。’“
  Thatwashowthewaiterhadspokenofthechampagne——
  “bubble-water。“Theguestshadshoutedapplause,“Outasight。“Hewasaheavyjosherwasthatwaiter。
  Bottleafterbottlewasopened,thewomenstoppingtheirearsasthecorksweredrawn。Allofasuddenthedentistutteredanexclamation,clappinghishandtohisnose,hisfacetwistingsharply。
  “Mac,whatisit?“criedTrinainalarm。
  “Thatchampagnecametomynose,“hecried,hiseyeswatering。“Itstingslikeeverything。“
  “GreatBEER,ain’tut?“shoutedMarcus。
  “Now,Mark,“remonstratedTrinainalowvoice。“Now,Mark,youjustshutup;thatisn’tfunnyanymore。Idon’twantyoushouldmakefunofMac。Hecalleditbeeronpurpose。
  IguessHEknows。“
  ThroughoutthemealoldMissBakerhadoccupiedherselflargelywithOwgoosteandthetwins,whohadbeengivenatablebythemselves——theblackwalnuttablebeforewhichtheceremonyhadtakenplace。Thelittledressmakerwascontinuallyturningaboutinherplace,inquiringofthechildreniftheywantedforanything;inquiriestheyrarelyansweredotherthanbystare,fixed,ox-like,expressionless。
  SuddenlythelittledressmakerturnedtoOldGrannisandexclaimed:
  “I’msoveryfondoflittlechildren。“
  “Yes,yes,they’reveryinteresting。I’mveryfondofthem,too。“
  Thenextinstantbothoftheoldpeoplewereoverwhelmedwithconfusion。What!Theyhadspokentoeachotherafteralltheseyearsofsilence;theyhadforthefirsttimeaddressedremarkstoeachother。
  Theolddressmakerwasinatormentofembarrassment。Howwasitshehadcometospeak?Shehadneitherplannednorwishedit。Suddenlythewordshadescapedher,hehadanswered,anditwasallover——overbeforetheyknewit。
  OldGrannis’sfingerstrembledonthetableledge,hisheartbeatheavily,hisbreathfellshort。Hehadactuallytalkedtothelittledressmaker。Thatpossibilitytowhichhehadlookedforward,itseemedtohimforyears——thatcompanionship,thatintimacywithhisfellow-lodger,thatdelightfulacquaintancewhichwasonlytoripenatsomefardistanttime,hecouldnotexactlysaywhen——behold,ithadsuddenlycometoahead,hereinthisover-crowded,over-heatedroom,inthemidstofallthisfeeding,surroundedbyodorsofhotdishes,accompaniedbythesoundsofincessantmastication。Howdifferenthehadimagineditwouldbe!Theyweretobealone——heandMissBaker——intheeveningsomewhere,withdrawnfromtheworld,veryquiet,verycalmandpeaceful。Theirtalkwastobeoftheirlives,theirlostillusions,notofotherpeople’schildren。
  Thetwooldpeopledidnotspeakagain。Theysattheresidebyside,nearerthantheyhadeverbeenbefore,motionless,abstracted;theirthoughtsfarawayfromthatsceneoffeasting。Theywerethinkingofeachotherandtheywereconsciousofit。Timid,withthetimidityoftheirsecondchildhood,constrainedandembarrassedbyeachother’spresence,theywere,nevertheless,inalittleElysiumoftheirowncreating。Theywalkedhandinhandinadeliciousgardenwhereitwasalwaysautumn;togetherandalonetheyentereduponthelongretardedromanceoftheircommonplaceanduneventfullives。
  Atlastthatgreatsupperwasover,everythinghadbeeneaten;theenormousroastgoosehaddwindledtoaveryskeleton。Mr。Sieppehadreducedthecalf’sheadtoamereskull;arowofemptychampagnebottles——“deadsoldiers,“asthefacetiouswaiterhadcalledthem——linedthemantelpiece。
  Nothingofthestewedprunesremainedbutthejuice,whichwasgiventoOwgoosteandthetwins。Theplatterswereascleanasiftheyhadbeenwashed;crumbsofbread,potatoparings,nutshells,andbitsofcakelitteredthetable;
  coffeeandice-creamstainsandspotsofcongealedgravymarkedthepositionofeachplate。Itwasadevastation,apillage;thetablepresentedtheappearanceofanabandonedbattlefield。
  “Ouf,“criedMrs。Sieppe,pushingback,“Ihafeatunundeatun,ach,Gott,howIhafeatun!“
  “Ah,dotkaf’shet,“murmuredherhusband,passinghistongueoverhislips。
  Thefacetiouswaiterhaddisappeared。HeandMariaMacapaforegatheredinthekitchen。Theydrewuptothewashboardofthesink,feastingofftheremnantsofthesupper,slicesofgoose,theremainsofthelobstersalad,andhalfabottleofchampagne。Theywereobligedtodrinkthelatterfromteacups。
  “Here’show,“saidthewaitergallantly,asheraisedhistea-cup,bowingtoMariaacrossthesink。“Hark,“headded,“they’resinginginside。“
  Thecompanyhadleftthetableandhadassembledaboutthemelodeon,whereSelinawasseated。Atfirsttheyattemptedsomeofthepopularsongsoftheday,butwereobligedtogiveoverasnoneofthemknewanyofthewordsbeyondthefirstlineofthechorus。Finallytheypitchedupon“Nearer,MyGod,toThee,“astheonlysongwhichtheyallknew。Selinasangthe“alto,“verymuchoffthekey;Marcusintonedthebass,scowlingfiercely,hischindrawnintohiscollar。Theysanginveryslowtime。Thesongbecameadirge,alamentable,prolongedwailofdistress:
  “Nee-rah,myGahd,toThee,Nee-rahtoThee-ah。“
  Attheendofthesong,UncleOelbermannputonhishatwithoutawordofwarning。Instantlytherewasahush。Theguestsrose。
  “Notgoingsosoon,UncleOelbermann?“protestedTrina,politely。Heonlynodded。Marcussprangforwardtohelphimwithhisovercoat。Mr。Sieppecameupandthetwomenshookhands。
  ThenUncleOelbermanndeliveredhimselfofanoracularphrase。Nodoubthehadbeenmeditatingitduringthesupper。AddressingMr。Sieppe,hesaid:
  “Youhavenotlostadaughter,buthavegainedason。“
  Theseweretheonlywordshehadspokentheentireevening。