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"Do you suppose I'm a light woman?" she snarled, and swooping over she
fastened her teeth in his glove.
"Ach! don't do that--you are hurting me!"
She did not let go, but her heart said, "Thank the Lord I thought of this."
"Stop this minute--you vixen--you bitch." He threw her away from him. She
saw with joy that his eyes were full of tears. "You've really hurt me," he
said in a choking voice.
"Of course I have. I meant to. That's nothing to what I'll do if you
touch me again."
The strange man picked up his hat. "No thanks," he said grimly. "But I'll
not forget this--I'll go to your landlady."
"Pooh!" She shrugged her shoulders and laughed. "I'll tell her you forced
your way in here and tried to assault me. Who will she believe?--with your
bitten hand. You go and find your Schafers."
A sensation of glorious, intoxicating happiness flooded Viola. She rolled
her eyes at him. "If you don't go away this moment I'll bite you again,"
she said, and the absurd words started her laughing. Even when the door
was closed, hearing him descending the stairs, she laughed, and danced
about the room.
What a morning! Oh, chalk it up. That was her first fight, and she'd won
--she'd conquered that beast--all by herself. Her hands were still
trembling. She pulled up the sleeve of her gown--great red marks on her
arms. "My ribs will be blue. I'll be blue all over," she reflected. "If
only that beloved Casimir could have seen us." And the feeling of rage and
disgust against Casimir had totally disappeared. How could the poor
darling help not having any money? It was her fault as much as his, and
he, just like her, was apart from the world, fighting it, just as she had
done. If only three o'clock would come. She saw herself running towards
him and putting her arms round his neck. "My blessed one! Of course we
are bound to win. Do you love me still? Oh, I have been horrible lately."
13. A BLAZE.
"Max, you silly devil, you'll break your neck if you go careering down the
slide that way. Drop it, and come to the Club House with me and get some
coffee."
"I've had enough for to-day. I'm damp all through. There, give us a
cigarette, Victor, old man. When are you going home?"
"Not for another hour. It's fine this afternoon, and I'm getting into
decent shape. Look out, get off the track; here comes Fraulein Winkel.
Damned elegant the way she manages her sleigh!"
"I'm cold all through. That's the worst of this place--the mists--it's a
damp cold. Here, Forman, look after this sleigh--and stick it somewhere so
that I can get it without looking through a hundred and fifty others to-
morrow morning."
They sat down at a small round table near the stove and ordered coffee.
Victor sprawled in his chair, patting his little brown dog Bobo and
looking, half laughingly, at Max.
"What's the matter, my dear? Isn't the world being nice and pretty?"
"I want my coffee, and I want to put my feet into my pocket--they're like
stones...Nothing to eat, thanks--the cake is like underdone india-rubber
here."
Fuchs and Wistuba came and sat at their table. Max half turned his back
and stretched his feet out to the oven. The three other men all began
talking at once--of the weather--of the record slide--of the fine condition
of the Wald See for skating.
Suddenly Fuchs looked at Max, raised his eyebrows and nodded across to
Victor, who shook his head.
"Baby doesn't feel well," he said, feeding the brown dog with broken lumps
of sugar, "and nobody's to disturb him--I'm nurse."
"That's the first time I've ever known him off colour," said Wistuba.
"I've always imagined he had the better part of this world that could not
be taken away from him. I think he says his prayers to the dear Lord for
having spared him being taken home in seven basketsful to-night. It's a
fool's game to risk your all that way and leave the nation desolate."
"Dry up," said Max. "You ought to be wheeled about on the snow in a
perambulator."
"Oh, no offence, I hope. Don't get nasty. How's your wife, Victor?"
"She's not at all well. She hurt her head coming down the slide with Max
on Sunday. I told her to stay at home all day."
"I'm sorry. Are you other fellows going back to the town or stopping on
here?"
Fuchs and Victor said they were stopping--Max did not answer, but sat
motionless while the men paid for their coffee and moved away. Victor came
back a moment and put a hand on his shoulder.
"If you're going right back, my dear, I wish you'd look Elsa up and tell
her I won't be in till late. And feed with us to-night at Limpold, will
you? And take some hot grog when you get in."
"Thanks, old fellow, I'm all right. Going back now."
He rose, stretched himself, buttoned on his heavy coat and lighted another
cigarette.
From the door Victor watched him plunging through the heavy snow--head
bent--hands thrust in his pockets--he almost appeared to be running through
the heavy snow towards the town.
...
Someone came stamping up the stairs--paused at the door of her sitting-
room, and knocked.
"Is that you, Victor?" she called.
"No, it is I... can I come in?"
"Of course. Why, what a Santa Claus! Hang your coat on the landing and
shake yourself over the banisters. Had a good time?"
The room was full of light and warmth. Elsa, in a white velvet tea-gown,
lay curled up on the sofa--a book of fashions on her lap, a box of creams
beside her.
The curtains were not yet drawn before the windows and a blue light shone
through, and the white boughs of the trees sprayed across.
A woman's room--full of flowers and photographs and silk pillows--the floor
smothered in rugs--an immense tiger-skin under the piano--just the head
protruding--sleepily savage.
"It was good enough," said Max. "Victor can't be in till late. He told me
to come up and tell you."
He started walking up and down--tore off his gloves and flung them on the
table.
"Don't do that, Max," said Elsa, "you get on my nerves. And I've got a
headache to-day; I'm feverish and quite flushed...Don't I look flushed?"
He paused by the window and glanced at her a moment over his shoulder.
"No," he said; "I didn't notice it."
"Oh, you haven't looked at me properly, and I've got a new tea-gown on,
too." She pulled her skirts together and patted a little place on the
couch.
"Come along and sit by me and tell me why you're being naughty."
But, standing by the window, he suddenly flung his arm across his eyes.
"Oh," he said, "I can't. I'm done--I'm spent--I'm smashed."
Silence in the room. The fashion-book fell to the floor with a quick
rustle of leaves. Elsa sat forward, her hands clasped in her lap; a
strange light shone in her eyes, a red colour stained her mouth.
Then she spoke very quietly.
"Come over here and explain yourself. I don't know what on earth you are
talking about."
"You do know--you know far better than I. You've simply played with Victor
in my presence that I may feel worse. You've tormented me--you've led me
on--offering me everything and nothing at all. It's been a spider-and-fly
business from first to last--and I've never for one moment been ignorant of
that--and I've never for one moment been able to withstand it."
He turned round deliberately.
"Do you suppose that when you asked me to pin your flowers into your
evening gown--when you let me come into your bedroom when Victor was out
while you did your hair--when you pretended to be a baby and let me feed
you with grapes--when you have run to me and searched in all my pockets for
a cigarette--knowingperfectly well where they were kept--going through
every pocket just the same--I knowing too--I keeping up the farce--do you
suppose that now you have finally lighted your bonfire you are going to
find it a peaceful and pleasant thing--you are going to prevent the whole
house from burning?"
She suddenly turned white and drew in her breath sharply.
"Don't talk to me like that. You have no right to talk to me like that. I
am another man's wife."
"Hum," he sneered, throwing back his head, "that's rather late in the game,
and that's been your trump card all along. You only love Victor on the
cat-and-cream principle--you a poor little starved kitten that he's given
everything to, that he's carried in his breast, never dreaming that those
little pink claws could tear out a man's heart."
She stirred, looking at him with almost fear in her eyes.
"After all"--unsteadily--"this is my room; I'll have to ask you to go."
But he stumbled towards her, knelt down by the couch, burying his head in
her lap, clasping his arms round her waist.
"And I LOVE you--I love you; the humiliation of it--I adore you. Don't--
don't--just a minute let me stay here--just a moment in a whole life--Elsa!
Elsa!"
She leant back and pressed her head into the pillows.
Then his muffled voice: "I feel like a savage. I want your whole body. I
want to carry you away to a cave and love you until I kill you--you can't
understand how a man feels. I kill myself when I see you--I'm sick of my
own strength that turns in upon itself, and dies, and rises new born like a
Phoenix out of the ashes of that horrible death. Love me just this once,
tell me a lie, SAY that you do--you are always lying."
Instead, she pushed him away--frightened.
"Get up," she said; "suppose the servant came in with the tea?"
"Oh, ye gods!" He stumbled to his feet and stood staring down at her.
"You're rotten to the core and so am I. But you're heathenishly
beautiful."
The woman went over to the piano--stood there--striking one note--her brows
drawn together. Then she shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
"I'll make a confession. Every word you have said is true. I can't help
it. I can't help seeking admiration any more than a cat can help going to
people to be stroked. It's my nature. I'm born out of my time. And yet,
you know, I'm not a COMMON woman. I like men to adore me--to flatter me--
even to make love to me--but I would never give myself to any man. I would
never let a man kiss me... even."
"It's immeasurably worse--you've no legitimate excuse. Why, even a
prostitute has a greater sense of generosity!"
"I know," she said, "I know perfectly well--but I can't help the way I'm
built...Are you going?"
He put on his gloves.
"Well," he said, "what's going to happen to us now?"
Again she shrugged her shoulders.
"I haven't the slightest idea. I never have--just let things occur."
...
"All alone?" cried Victor. "Has Max been here?"
"He only stayed a moment, and wouldn't even have tea. I sent him home to
change his clothes...He was frightfully boring."
"You poor darling, your hair's coming down. I'll fix it, stand still a
moment...so you were bored?"
"Um--m--frightfully...Oh, you've run a hairpin right into your wife's head
--you naughty boy!"
She flung her arms round his neck and looked up at him, half laughing, like
a beautiful, loving child.
"God! What a woman you are," said the man. "You make me so infernally
proud--dearest, that I...I tell you!"
fastened her teeth in his glove.
"Ach! don't do that--you are hurting me!"
She did not let go, but her heart said, "Thank the Lord I thought of this."
"Stop this minute--you vixen--you bitch." He threw her away from him. She
saw with joy that his eyes were full of tears. "You've really hurt me," he
said in a choking voice.
"Of course I have. I meant to. That's nothing to what I'll do if you
touch me again."
The strange man picked up his hat. "No thanks," he said grimly. "But I'll
not forget this--I'll go to your landlady."
"Pooh!" She shrugged her shoulders and laughed. "I'll tell her you forced
your way in here and tried to assault me. Who will she believe?--with your
bitten hand. You go and find your Schafers."
A sensation of glorious, intoxicating happiness flooded Viola. She rolled
her eyes at him. "If you don't go away this moment I'll bite you again,"
she said, and the absurd words started her laughing. Even when the door
was closed, hearing him descending the stairs, she laughed, and danced
about the room.
What a morning! Oh, chalk it up. That was her first fight, and she'd won
--she'd conquered that beast--all by herself. Her hands were still
trembling. She pulled up the sleeve of her gown--great red marks on her
arms. "My ribs will be blue. I'll be blue all over," she reflected. "If
only that beloved Casimir could have seen us." And the feeling of rage and
disgust against Casimir had totally disappeared. How could the poor
darling help not having any money? It was her fault as much as his, and
he, just like her, was apart from the world, fighting it, just as she had
done. If only three o'clock would come. She saw herself running towards
him and putting her arms round his neck. "My blessed one! Of course we
are bound to win. Do you love me still? Oh, I have been horrible lately."
13. A BLAZE.
"Max, you silly devil, you'll break your neck if you go careering down the
slide that way. Drop it, and come to the Club House with me and get some
coffee."
"I've had enough for to-day. I'm damp all through. There, give us a
cigarette, Victor, old man. When are you going home?"
"Not for another hour. It's fine this afternoon, and I'm getting into
decent shape. Look out, get off the track; here comes Fraulein Winkel.
Damned elegant the way she manages her sleigh!"
"I'm cold all through. That's the worst of this place--the mists--it's a
damp cold. Here, Forman, look after this sleigh--and stick it somewhere so
that I can get it without looking through a hundred and fifty others to-
morrow morning."
They sat down at a small round table near the stove and ordered coffee.
Victor sprawled in his chair, patting his little brown dog Bobo and
looking, half laughingly, at Max.
"What's the matter, my dear? Isn't the world being nice and pretty?"
"I want my coffee, and I want to put my feet into my pocket--they're like
stones...Nothing to eat, thanks--the cake is like underdone india-rubber
here."
Fuchs and Wistuba came and sat at their table. Max half turned his back
and stretched his feet out to the oven. The three other men all began
talking at once--of the weather--of the record slide--of the fine condition
of the Wald See for skating.
Suddenly Fuchs looked at Max, raised his eyebrows and nodded across to
Victor, who shook his head.
"Baby doesn't feel well," he said, feeding the brown dog with broken lumps
of sugar, "and nobody's to disturb him--I'm nurse."
"That's the first time I've ever known him off colour," said Wistuba.
"I've always imagined he had the better part of this world that could not
be taken away from him. I think he says his prayers to the dear Lord for
having spared him being taken home in seven basketsful to-night. It's a
fool's game to risk your all that way and leave the nation desolate."
"Dry up," said Max. "You ought to be wheeled about on the snow in a
perambulator."
"Oh, no offence, I hope. Don't get nasty. How's your wife, Victor?"
"She's not at all well. She hurt her head coming down the slide with Max
on Sunday. I told her to stay at home all day."
"I'm sorry. Are you other fellows going back to the town or stopping on
here?"
Fuchs and Victor said they were stopping--Max did not answer, but sat
motionless while the men paid for their coffee and moved away. Victor came
back a moment and put a hand on his shoulder.
"If you're going right back, my dear, I wish you'd look Elsa up and tell
her I won't be in till late. And feed with us to-night at Limpold, will
you? And take some hot grog when you get in."
"Thanks, old fellow, I'm all right. Going back now."
He rose, stretched himself, buttoned on his heavy coat and lighted another
cigarette.
From the door Victor watched him plunging through the heavy snow--head
bent--hands thrust in his pockets--he almost appeared to be running through
the heavy snow towards the town.
...
Someone came stamping up the stairs--paused at the door of her sitting-
room, and knocked.
"Is that you, Victor?" she called.
"No, it is I... can I come in?"
"Of course. Why, what a Santa Claus! Hang your coat on the landing and
shake yourself over the banisters. Had a good time?"
The room was full of light and warmth. Elsa, in a white velvet tea-gown,
lay curled up on the sofa--a book of fashions on her lap, a box of creams
beside her.
The curtains were not yet drawn before the windows and a blue light shone
through, and the white boughs of the trees sprayed across.
A woman's room--full of flowers and photographs and silk pillows--the floor
smothered in rugs--an immense tiger-skin under the piano--just the head
protruding--sleepily savage.
"It was good enough," said Max. "Victor can't be in till late. He told me
to come up and tell you."
He started walking up and down--tore off his gloves and flung them on the
table.
"Don't do that, Max," said Elsa, "you get on my nerves. And I've got a
headache to-day; I'm feverish and quite flushed...Don't I look flushed?"
He paused by the window and glanced at her a moment over his shoulder.
"No," he said; "I didn't notice it."
"Oh, you haven't looked at me properly, and I've got a new tea-gown on,
too." She pulled her skirts together and patted a little place on the
couch.
"Come along and sit by me and tell me why you're being naughty."
But, standing by the window, he suddenly flung his arm across his eyes.
"Oh," he said, "I can't. I'm done--I'm spent--I'm smashed."
Silence in the room. The fashion-book fell to the floor with a quick
rustle of leaves. Elsa sat forward, her hands clasped in her lap; a
strange light shone in her eyes, a red colour stained her mouth.
Then she spoke very quietly.
"Come over here and explain yourself. I don't know what on earth you are
talking about."
"You do know--you know far better than I. You've simply played with Victor
in my presence that I may feel worse. You've tormented me--you've led me
on--offering me everything and nothing at all. It's been a spider-and-fly
business from first to last--and I've never for one moment been ignorant of
that--and I've never for one moment been able to withstand it."
He turned round deliberately.
"Do you suppose that when you asked me to pin your flowers into your
evening gown--when you let me come into your bedroom when Victor was out
while you did your hair--when you pretended to be a baby and let me feed
you with grapes--when you have run to me and searched in all my pockets for
a cigarette--knowingperfectly well where they were kept--going through
every pocket just the same--I knowing too--I keeping up the farce--do you
suppose that now you have finally lighted your bonfire you are going to
find it a peaceful and pleasant thing--you are going to prevent the whole
house from burning?"
She suddenly turned white and drew in her breath sharply.
"Don't talk to me like that. You have no right to talk to me like that. I
am another man's wife."
"Hum," he sneered, throwing back his head, "that's rather late in the game,
and that's been your trump card all along. You only love Victor on the
cat-and-cream principle--you a poor little starved kitten that he's given
everything to, that he's carried in his breast, never dreaming that those
little pink claws could tear out a man's heart."
She stirred, looking at him with almost fear in her eyes.
"After all"--unsteadily--"this is my room; I'll have to ask you to go."
But he stumbled towards her, knelt down by the couch, burying his head in
her lap, clasping his arms round her waist.
"And I LOVE you--I love you; the humiliation of it--I adore you. Don't--
don't--just a minute let me stay here--just a moment in a whole life--Elsa!
Elsa!"
She leant back and pressed her head into the pillows.
Then his muffled voice: "I feel like a savage. I want your whole body. I
want to carry you away to a cave and love you until I kill you--you can't
understand how a man feels. I kill myself when I see you--I'm sick of my
own strength that turns in upon itself, and dies, and rises new born like a
Phoenix out of the ashes of that horrible death. Love me just this once,
tell me a lie, SAY that you do--you are always lying."
Instead, she pushed him away--frightened.
"Get up," she said; "suppose the servant came in with the tea?"
"Oh, ye gods!" He stumbled to his feet and stood staring down at her.
"You're rotten to the core and so am I. But you're heathenishly
beautiful."
The woman went over to the piano--stood there--striking one note--her brows
drawn together. Then she shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
"I'll make a confession. Every word you have said is true. I can't help
it. I can't help seeking admiration any more than a cat can help going to
people to be stroked. It's my nature. I'm born out of my time. And yet,
you know, I'm not a COMMON woman. I like men to adore me--to flatter me--
even to make love to me--but I would never give myself to any man. I would
never let a man kiss me... even."
"It's immeasurably worse--you've no legitimate excuse. Why, even a
prostitute has a greater sense of generosity!"
"I know," she said, "I know perfectly well--but I can't help the way I'm
built...Are you going?"
He put on his gloves.
"Well," he said, "what's going to happen to us now?"
Again she shrugged her shoulders.
"I haven't the slightest idea. I never have--just let things occur."
...
"All alone?" cried Victor. "Has Max been here?"
"He only stayed a moment, and wouldn't even have tea. I sent him home to
change his clothes...He was frightfully boring."
"You poor darling, your hair's coming down. I'll fix it, stand still a
moment...so you were bored?"
"Um--m--frightfully...Oh, you've run a hairpin right into your wife's head
--you naughty boy!"
She flung her arms round his neck and looked up at him, half laughing, like
a beautiful, loving child.
"God! What a woman you are," said the man. "You make me so infernally
proud--dearest, that I...I tell you!"
- assault [ə´sɔ:lt]
vt.袭击；殴打 n.攻击 (初中英语单词) - sensation [sen´seiʃən] n.感觉；轰动；轰动一时 (初中英语单词)
- glorious [´glɔ:riəs] a.光荣的；辉煌的 (初中英语单词)
- absurd [əb´sə:d] a.荒谬的，可笑的 (初中英语单词)
- sleeve [sli:v] n.袖子；袖套 (初中英语单词)
- beloved [bi´lʌvd] a.为....所爱的 n.爱人 (初中英语单词)
- running [´rʌniŋ] a.奔跑的；流动的 (初中英语单词)
- horrible [´hɔrəbəl] a.可怕的；恐怖的 (初中英语单词)
- disturb [di´stə:b] vt.扰乱；使不安；打乱 (初中英语单词)
- thrust [θrʌst] v.&n.猛推；冲；刺；挤进 (初中英语单词)
- warmth [wɔ:mθ] n.温暖；热情；激动 (初中英语单词)
- velvet [´velvit] n.&a.天鹅绒(般的) (初中英语单词)
- immense [i´mens] a.广大的，无限的 (初中英语单词)
- properly [´prɔpəli] ad.适当地；严格地 (初中英语单词)
- standing [´stændiŋ] n.持续 a.直立的 (初中英语单词)
- ignorant [´ignərənt] a.无知的，愚昧的 (初中英语单词)
- knowing [´nəuiŋ] a.会意的，心照不宣的 (初中英语单词)
- peaceful [´pi:sfəl] a.和平的；平静的 (初中英语单词)
- breath [breθ] n.呼吸；气息 (初中英语单词)
- kitten [´kitn] n.小猫 (初中英语单词)
- savage [´sævidʒ] a.野蛮的 n.蛮人 (初中英语单词)
- admiration [,ædmə´reiʃən] n.赞赏，钦佩 (初中英语单词)
- flatter [´flætə] vt.阿谀，奉承；胜过 (初中英语单词)
- darling [´dɑ:liŋ] n.爱人 a.亲爱的 (初中英语单词)
- grimly [´grimli] ad.严厉地；坚强地 (高中英语单词)
- hearing [´hiəriŋ] n.听力；听证会；审讯 (高中英语单词)
- elegant [´eligənt] a.文雅的；优美的 (高中英语单词)
- perfectly [´pə:fiktli] ad.理想地；完美地 (高中英语单词)
- rotten [´rɔtn] a.腐烂的；腐朽的 (高中英语单词)
- confession [kən´feʃən] n.招供；认错；交待 (高中英语单词)
- legitimate [li´dʒitimit] a.合法的 vt.使合法 (高中英语单词)
- naughty [´nɔ:ti] a.顽皮的；下流的 (高中英语单词)
- loving [´lʌviŋ] a.爱的，有爱情的 (高中英语单词)
- totally [´təutəli] ad.统统，完全 (英语四级单词)
- blessed [´blesid] a.享福的；神圣的 (英语四级单词)
- victor [´viktə] n.&a.胜利者(的) (英语四级单词)
- feverish [´fi:vəriʃ] a.发烧的；狂热的 (英语四级单词)
- withstand [wið´stænd] vt.抵抗，经得起 (英语四级单词)
- landing [´lændiŋ] n.登陆；降落；楼梯平台 (英语六级单词)
- humiliation [hju:,mili´eiʃən] n.羞辱，屈辱 (英语六级单词)
- frightfully [,fraitfuli] ad.可怕地；非常 (英语六级单词)
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