尤利西斯-第102章
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igan； now perceiving the table； asked for whom were those loaves and fishes and； seeing the stranger； he made him a civil bow and said； Pray； sir； was you in need of any professional assistance we could give？ Who； upon his offer； thanked him very heartily； though preserving his proper distance； and replied that he was e there about a lady； now an inmate of Horne's house； that was in an interesting condition； poor lady； from woman's woe （and here he fetched a deep sigh） to know if her happiness had yet taken place。 Mr Dixon； to turn the table； took on to ask Mr Mulligan himself whether his incipient ventripotence； upon which he rallied him； betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due as with the noted physician； Mr Austin Meldon； to a wolf in the stomach。 For answer Mr Mulligan； in a gale of laughter at his smalls； smote himself bravely below the diaphragm； exclaiming with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan （the most excellent creature of her sex though 'tis pity she's a trollop）： There's a belly that never bore a bastard。 This was so happy a conceit that it renewed the storms of mirth and threw the whole room into the most violent agitations of delight。 The spry rattle had run on in the same vein of mimicry but for some larum in the antechamber。
Here the listener； who was none other than the Scotch student； a little fume of a fellow； blond as tow； congratulated in the liveliest fashion with the young gentleman and； interrupting the narrative at a salient point； having desired his visavis with a polite beck to have the obligingness to pass him a flagon of cordial waters at the same time by a questioning pose of the head （a whole century of polite breeding had not achieved so nice a gesture） to which was united an equivalent but contrary balance of the head； asked the narrator as plainly as was ever done in words if he might treat him with a cup of it。 Mais bien s？r； noble stranger； said he cheerily； et mille pliments。 That you may and very opportunely。 There wanted nothing but this cup to crown my felicity。 But； gracious heaven； was I left with but a crust in my wallet and a cupful of water from the well； my God； I would accept of them and find it in my heart to kneel down upon the ground and give thanks to the powers above for the happiness vouchsafed me by the Giver of good things。 With these words he approached the goblet to his lips； took a placent draught of the cordial； slicked his hair and； opening his bosom； out popped a locket that hung from a silk riband that very picture which he had cherished ever since her hand had wrote therein。 Gazing upon those features with a world of tenderness； Ah； Monsieur； he said； had you but beheld her as I did with these eyes at that affecting instant with her dainty tucker and her new coquette cap （a gift for her feast day as she told me） in such an artless disorder； of so melting a tenderness； 'pon my conscience； even you； Monsieur； had been impelled by generous nature to deliver yourself wholly into the hands of such an enemy or to quit the field for ever。 I declare； I was never so touched in all my life。 God I thank thee as the Author of my days！ Thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a creature will bless with her favours。 A sigh of affection gave eloquence to these words and； having replaced the locket in his bosom； he wiped his eye and sighed again。 Beneficent Disseminator of blessing to all Thy creatures； how great and universal must be that sweetest of Thy tyrannies which can hold in thrall the free and the bond； the simple swain and the polished coxb； the lover in the heyday of reckless passion and the husband of maturer years。 But indeed； sir； I wander from the point。 How mingled and imperfect are all our sublunary joys！ Maledicity！ Would to God that foresight had remembered me to take my cloak along！ I could weep to think of it。 Then； though it had poured seven showers； we were neither of us a penny the worse。 But beshrew me； he cried； clapping hand to his forehead； tomorrow will be a new day and； thousand thunders； I know of a marchand de capotes； Monsieur Poyntz； from whom I can have for a livre as snug a cloak of the French fashion as ever kept a lady from wetting。 Tut； Tut！ cries le Fécondateur； tripping in； my friend Monsieur Moore； that most acplished traveller （I have just cracked a half bottle avec lui in a circle of the best wits of the town）； is my authority that in Cape Horn； ventre biche； they have a rain that will wet through any； even the stoutest cloak。 A drenching of that violence； he tells me； sans blague； has sent more than one luckless fellow in good earnest posthaste to another world。 Pooh！ A livre！ cries Monsieur Lynch。 The clumsy things are dear at a sou。 One umbrella； were it no bigger than a fairy mushroom； is worth ten such stopgaps。 No woman of any wit would wear one。 My dear Kitty told me today that she would dance in a deluge before ever she would starve in such an ark of salvation for； as she reminded me （blushing piquantly and whispering in my ear though there was none to snap her words but giddy butterflies）； dame Nature； by the divine blessing； has implanted it in our heart and it has bee a household word that il y a deux choses for which the innocence of our original garb； in other circumstances a breach of the proprieties； is the fittest nay； the only； garment。 The first； said she （and here my pretty philosopher； as I handed her to her tilbury； to fix my attention； gently tipped with her tongue the outer chamber of my ear）； the first is a bath。。。 but at this point a bell tinkling in the hall cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for the enrichment of our store of knowledge。
Amid the general vacant hilarity of the assembly a bell rang and while all were conjecturing what might be the cause Miss Callan entered and； having spoken a few words in a low tone to young Mr Dixon； retired with a profound bow to the pany。 The presence even for a moment among a party of debauchees of a woman endued with every quality of modesty and not less severe than beautiful refrained the humorous sallies even of the most licentious but her departure was the signal for an outbreak of ribaldry。 Strike me silly； said Costello； a low fellow who was fuddled。 A monstrous fine bit of cow…flesh！ I'll be sworn she has rendezvoused you。 What； you dog？ Have you a way with them？ Gad's bud。 Immensely so； said Mr Lynch。 The bedside manner it is that they use in the Mater hospice。 Demme； does not Doctor O'Gargle chuck the nuns there under the chin？ As I look to be saved I had it from my Kitty who has been wardmaid there any time these seven months。 Lawksamercy； doctor； cried the young blood in the primrose vest； feigning a womanish simper and immodest squirmings of his body； how you do tease a body！ Drat the man！ Bless me； I'm all of a wibblywobbly。 Why； you're as bad as dear little Father Cantekissem that you are！ May this pot of four half choke me； cried Costello； if she ain't in the family way。 I knows a lady what's got a white swelling quick as I claps eyes on her。 The young surgeon； however； rose and begged the pany to excuse his retreat as the nurse had just then informed him that he was needed in the ward。 Merciful providence had been pleased to put a period to the sufferings of the lady who was enceinte which she had borne with a laudable fortitude and she had given birth to a bouncing boy。 I want patience； said he； with those who without wit to enliven or learning to instruct； revile an ennobling profession which； saving the reverence due to the Deity； is the greatest power for happiness upon the earth。 I am positive when I say that if need were I could produce a cloud of witnesses to the excellence of her noble exercitations which； so far from being a byword； should be a glorious incentive in the human breast。 I cannot away with them。 What？ Malign such an one； the amiable Miss Callan； who is the lustre of her own sex and the astonishment of ours and at an instant the most momentous that can befall a puny child of clay？ Perish the thought！ I shudder to think of the future of a race where the seeds of such malice have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and maid in house of Horne。 Having deliver
