their silver wedding journey v3-第20章

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where　they　liked　to　sit　and　chat；　everywhere　in　the　pictures　and
sculptures；　the　engraving　and　intaglios；　are　the　witnesses　of　the　tastes
they　shared；　the　love　they　both　had　for　Italy；　and　for　beautiful　Italian
things。　　The　prince　was　not　so　great　a　prince　but　that　he　could　very
nearly　be　a　man；　the　court　was　perhaps　the　most　human　court　that　ever
was；　the　Grand…Duke　and　the　grand　poet　were　first　boon　companions；　and
then　monarch　and　minister　working　together　for　the　good　of　the　country；
they　were　always　friends；　and　yet；　as　the　American　saw　in　the　light　of
the　New　World；　which　he　carried　with　him；　how　far　from　friends！　　At　best
it　was　make…believe；　the　make…believe　of　superiority　and　inferiority；　the
make…believe　of　master　and　man；　which　could　only　be　the　more　painful　and
ghastly　for　the　endeavor　of　two　generous　spirits　to　reach　and　rescue　each
other　through　the　asphyxiating　unreality；　but　they　kept　up　the　show　of
equality　faithfully　to　the　end。　　Goethe　was　born　citizen　of　a　free
republic；　and　his　youth　was　nurtured　in　the　traditions　of　liberty；　he　was
one　of　the　greatest　souls　of　any　time；　and　he　must　have　known　the
impossibility　of　the　thing　they　pretended；　but　he　died　and　made　no　sign；
and　the　poet's　friendship　with　the　prince　has　passed　smoothly　into
history　as　one　of　the　things　that　might　really　be。　　They　worked　and
played　together；　they　dined　and　danced；　they　picnicked　and　poetized；　each
on　his　own　side　of　the　impassable　gulf；　with　an　air　of　its　not　being
there　which　probably　did　not　deceive　their　contemporaries　so　much　as
posterity。

A　part　of　the　palace　was　of　course　undergoing　repair；　and　in　the　gallery
beyond　the　conservatory　a　company　of　workmen　were　sitting　at　a　table
where　they　had　spread　their　luncheon。　　They　were　somewhat　subdued　by　the
consciousness　of　their　august　environment；　but　the　sight　of　them　was
charming；　they　gave　a　kindly　interest　to　the　place　which　it　had　wanted
before；　and　which　the　Marches　felt　again　in　another　palace　where　the
custodian　showed　them　the　little　tin　dishes　and　saucepans　which　the
German　Empress　Augusta　and　her　sisters　played　with　when　they　were
children。　　The　sight　of　these　was　more　affecting　even　than　the　withered
wreaths　which　they　had　left　on　the　death…bed　of　their　mother；　and　which
are　still　mouldering　there。

This　was　in　the　Belvedere；　the　country　house　on　the　height　overlooking
Weimar；　where　the　grand…ducal　family　spend　the　month　of　May；　and　where
the　stranger　finds　himself　amid　overwhelming　associations　of　Goethe；
although　the　place　is　so　full　of　relics　and　memorials　of　the　owners。
It　seemed　in　fact　to　be　a　storehouse　for　the　wedding…presents　of　the
whole　connection；　which　were　on　show　in　every　room；　Mrs。　March　hardly
knew　whether　they　heightened　the　domestic　effect　or　took　from　it；　but
they　enabled　her　to　verify　with　the　custodian's　help　certain　royal
intermarriages　which　she　had　been　in　doubt　about　before。

Her　zeal　for　these　made　such　favor　with　him　that　he　did　not　spare　them　a
portrait　of　all　those　which　March　hoped　to　escape；　he　passed　them　over；
scarcely　able　to　stand；　to　the　gardener；　who　was　to　show　them　the　open…
air　theatre　where　Goethe　used　to　take　part　in　the　plays。

The　Natur…Theater　was　of　a　classic　ideal；　realized　in　the　trained　vines
and　clipped　trees　which　formed　the　coulisses。　　There　was　a　grassy　space
for　the　chorus　and　the　commoner　audience；　and　then　a　few　semicircular
gradines　cut　in　the　turf；　one　alcove　another；　where　the　more　honored
spectators　sat。　　Behind　the　seats　were　plinths　bearing　the　busts　of
Goethe；　Schiller；　Wieland；　and　Herder。　　It　was　all　very　pretty；　and　if
ever　the　weather　in　Weimar　was　dry　enough　to　permit　a　performance；　it
must　have　been　charming　to　see　a　play　in　that　open　day　to　which　the　drama
is　native；　though　in　the　late　hours　it　now　keeps　in　the　thick　air　of
modern　theatres　it　has　long　forgotten　the　fact。　　It　would　be　difficult　to
be　Greek　under　a　German　sky；　even　when　it　was　not　actually　raining；　but
March　held　that　with　Goethe's　help　it　might　have　been　done　at　Weimar；　and
his　wife　and　he　proved　themselves　such　enthusiasts　for　the　Natur…Theater
that　the　walnut…faced　old　gardener　who　showed　it　put　together　a　sheaf　of
the　flowers　that　grew　nearest　it　and　gave　them　to　Mrs。　March　for　a
souvenir。

They　went　for　a　cup　of　tea　to　the　caf？which　looks；　as　from　another
eyebrow　of　the　hill；　out　over　lovely　little　Weimar　in　the　plain　below。
In　a　moment　of　sunshine　the　prospect　was　very　smiling；　but　their　spirits
sank　over　their　tea　when　it　came；　they　were　at　least　sorry　they　had　not
asked　for　coffee。　　Most　of　the　people　about　them　were　taking　beer；
including　the　pretty　girls　of　a　young　ladies'　school；　who　were　there　with
their　books　and　needle…work；　in　the　care　of　one　of　the　teachers；
apparently　for　the　afternoon。

Mrs。　March　perceived　that　they　were　not　so　much　engaged　with　their　books
or　their　needle…work　but　they　had　eyes　for　other　things；　and　she　followed
the　glances　of　the　girls　till　they　rested　upon　the　people　at　a　table
somewhat　obliquely　to　the　left。　　These　were　apparently　a　mother　and
daughter；　and　they　were　listening　to　a　young　man　who　sat　with　his　back　to
Mrs。　March；　and　leaned　low　over　the　table　talking　to　them。　　They　were
both　smiling　radiantly；　and　as　the　girl　smiled　she　kept　turning　herself
from　the　waist　up；　and　slanting　her　face　from　this　side　to　that；　as　if　to
make　sure　that　every　one　saw　her　smiling。

Mrs。　March　felt　her　husband's　gaze　following　her　own；　and　she　had　just
time　to　press　her　finger　firmly　on　his　arm　and　reduce　his　cry　of
astonishment　to　the　hoarse　whisper　in　which　he　gasped；　〃Good　gracious！
It's　the　pivotal　girl！〃

At　the　same　moment　the　girl　rose　with　her　mother；　and　with　the　young　man；
who　had　risen　too；　came　directly　toward　the　Marches　on　their　way　out　of
the　place　without　noticing　them；　though　Burnamy　passed　so　near　that　Mrs。
March　could　almost　have　touched　him。

She　had　just　strength　to　say；　〃Well；　my　dear！　　That　was　the　cut　direct。〃

She　said　this　in　order　to　have　her　husband　reassure　her。　　〃Nonsense！　He
never　saw　us。　　Why　didn't　you　speak　to　him？〃

〃Speak　to　him？　　I　never　shall　speak　to　him　again。　　No！　　This　is　the　last
of　Mr。　Burnamy　for　me。　　I　shouldn't　have　minded　his　not　recognizing　us；
for；　as　you　say；　I　don't　believe　he　saw　us；　but　if　he　could　go　back　to
such　a　girl　as　that；　and　flirt　with　her；　after　Miss　Triscoe；　that's　all　I
wish　to　know　of　him。　　Don't　you　try　to　look　him　up；　Basil。！　　I'm　glad…
yes；　I'm　glad　he　doesn't　know　how　Stoller　has　come　to　feel　about　him；　he
deserves　to　suffer；　and　I　hope　he'll　keep　on　suffering：　You　were　quite
right；　my　dearand　it　shows　how　true　your　instinct　is　in　such　things　（I
don't　call　it　more　than　instinct）not　to　tell　him　what　Stoller　said；　and
I　don't　want　you　ever　should。〃

She　had　risen　in　her　excitement；　and　was　making　off　in　such　haste　that
she　would　hardly　give　him　time　to　pay　for　their　tea；　as　she　pulled　him
impatiently　to　their　carriage。

At　last　he　got　a　chance　to　say；　〃I　don't　think　I　can　quite　promise　that；
my　mind's　been　veering　round　in　the　other　direction。　　I　think　I　shall
tell　him。〃

〃What！　　After　you've　seen　him　flirting　with　that　girl？　　Very　well；　then；
you　won't；　my　dear；　that's　all！　　He's　behaving　very　basely　to　Agatha。〃

〃What's　his　flirtation　with　all　the　girls　in　the　universe　to　do　with　my
duty　to　him？　　He　has　a　right　to　know　what　Stoller　thinks。　　And　as　to　his
behaving　badly　toward　Miss　Triscoe；　how　has　he　done　it？　　So　far　as　you
know；　there　is　nothing　whatever　between　them。　　She　either　refused　him
outright；　that　last　night　in　Carlsbad；　or　else　she　made　impossible
conditions　with　him。　　Burnamy　is　simply　consoling　himself；　and　I　don't
blame　him。〃

〃Consoling　himself　with　a　pivotal　girl！〃　　cried　Mrs。　March。

〃Yes；　with　a　pivotal　girl。　　Her　pivotality　may　be　a　nervous　idiosyncrasy；
or　it　may　be　the　effect　of　tight　lacing；　perhaps　she　has　to　keep　turning
and　twisting　that　way　to　get　breath。　　But　attribute　the　worst　motive：　say
it　is　to　make　people　look　at　her！　Well；　Burnamy　has　a　right　to　look　with
the　rest；　and　I　am　not　going　to　renounce　him　because　he　takes　refuge　with
one　pretty　girl　from　another。　　It's　what　men　hav