The Enchanted April | Gradually Hardening Danish A1

The Enchanted April | Gradually Hardening Danish A1

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Chapter1
Itbeganin
en
a
Woman’sClubinLondonon
en
a
Februaryafternoon—anuncomfortableclub,
og
and
amiserableafternoon—whenMrs.Wilkins,
der
who
hadcomedownfromHampsteadtoshop
og
and
hadlunchedatherclub,
tog
took
upTheTimesfromthetableinthesmoking-room,
og
and
runningherlistlesseye
ned
down
theAgonyColumnsaw
dette
this:
.
ToThosewhoAppreciateWistaria
og
and
Sunshine.
SmallmediaevalItalianCastleontheshoresoftheMediterraneantobeLetFurnishedforthemonthofApril.
Necessaryservantsremain.
Z,Box1000,TheTimes.
Thatwasitsconception;
alligevel
yet
,asinthecaseof
mange
many
another,theconceiverwasunawareofitatthemoment.
SoentirelyunawarewasMrs.WilkinsthatherAprilforthat
år
year
hadthenandtherebeensettledforherthatshedroppedthenewspaper
med
with
agesturethatwas
både
both
irritatedandresigned,and
gik
went
overtothewindow
og
and
stareddrearilyoutatthedripping
gade
street
.
Notforherweremediaevalcastles,
selv
even
thosethatarespeciallydescribedas
små
small
.
NotforhertheshoresinApriloftheMediterranean,
og
and
thewistariaandsunshine.
Suchdelightswere
kun
only
fortherich.
Yettheadvertisementhadbeenaddressedto
personer
persons
whoappreciatethesethings,sothatithadbeen,anyhow,addressedtooto
hende
her
,forshecertainlyappreciated
dem
them
;
morethananybodyknew;
mere
more
thanshehadevertold.
Men
But
shewaspoor.
Inthe
hele
whole
worldshepossessedofhervery
egen
own
onlyninetypounds,savedfrom
år
year
toyear,putbycarefullypoundbypound,
ud
out
ofherdressallowance.
She
havde
had
scrapedthissumtogetheratthesuggestionofherhusbandasashield
og
and
refugeagainstarainy
dag
day
.
Herdressallowance,givenherbyher
far
father
,was£100ayear,sothatMrs.Wilkins’sclotheswerewhather
mand
husband
,urginghertosave,
kaldte
called
modestandbecoming,andheracquaintancetoeachother,
når
when
theyspokeofheratall,
hvilket
which
wasseldomforshewas
meget
very
negligible,calledaperfectsight.
Mr.
Wilkins,
en
a
solicitor,encouragedthrift,exceptthatbranchofitwhich
kom
got
intohisfood.
Hedidnot
kaldte
call
thatthrift,hecalledit
dårlig
bad
housekeeping.
Butforthethriftwhich,likemoth,penetratedintoMrs.Wilkins’sclothes
og
and
spoiltthem,hehad
meget
much
praise.
“Youneverknow,”he
sagde
said
,“whentherewillbe
en
a
rainyday,andyou
kan
may
beverygladto
finde
find
youhaveanest-egg.
Indeedwe
begge
both
may.”
LookingoutoftheclubwindowintoShaftesburyAvenue—herswasaneconomicalclub,
men
but
convenientforHampstead,whereshelived,
og
and
forShoolbred’s,wheresheshopped—Mrs.
Wilkins,
havde
having
stoodtheresometimeverydrearily,hermind’seyeontheMediterraneaninApril,
og
and
thewistaria,andtheenviableopportunitiesoftherich,whileherbodilyeye
watched
thereallyextremelyhorriblesootyrain
falde
falling
steadilyonthehurryingumbrellas
og
and
splashingomnibuses,suddenlywonderedwhether
måske
perhaps
thiswasnottherainy
dag
day
Mellersh—MellershwasMr.Wilkins—hadsooftenencouragedhertopreparefor,
og
and
whethertogetoutof
et sådant
such
aclimateandintothe
lille
small
mediaevalcastlewasn’tperhapswhatProvidence
havde
had
allalongintendedherto
gøre
do
withhersavings.
Partofhersavings,of
selvfølgelig
course
;
perhapsquiteasmall
del
part
.
Thecastle,beingmediaeval,
kunne
might
alsobedilapidated,anddilapidationsweresurelycheap.
Shewouldn’tintheleast
noget imod
mind
afewofthem,
fordi
because
youdidn’tpayfordilapidationswhichwere
allerede
already
there;
onthecontrary—byreducingthepriceyouhadto
betale
pay
theyreallypaidyou.
Men
But
whatnonsensetothinkofit...
Sheturned
væk
away
fromthewindowwiththe
samme
same
gestureofmingledirritation
og
and
resignationwithwhichshehadlaid
ned
down
TheTimes,andcrossedtheroomtowardsthe
døren
door
withtheintentionofgettinghermackintosh
og
and
umbrellaandfightingher
vej
way
intooneoftheovercrowdedomnibuses
og
and
goingtoShoolbred’sonher
vej
way
homeandbuyingsomesolesforMellersh’sdinner—Mellershwasdifficult
med
with
fishandlikedonlysoles,exceptsalmon—whenshebeheldMrs.Arbuthnot,a
kvinde
woman
sheknewbysightas
også
also
livinginHampsteadandbelongingtotheclub,
sidde
sitting
atthetableinthemiddleoftheroomonwhichthenewspapers
og
and
magazineswerekept,absorbed,inherturn,inthefirstpageofTheTimes.
Mrs.
Wilkins
havde
had
neveryetspokentoMrs.Arbuthnot,whobelongedto
en
one
ofthevariouschurchsets,
og
and
whoanalysed,classified,divided
og
and
registeredthepoor;
whereasshe
og
and
Mellersh,whentheydid
gik
go
out,wenttothepartiesofimpressionistpainters,ofwhominHampstead
der
there
weremany.
Mellershhada
søster
sister
whohadmarriedoneofthem
og
and
livedupontheHeath,
og
and
becauseofthisallianceMrs.Wilkinswasdrawnintoacirclewhichwashighlyunnaturalto
hende
her
,andshehadlearnedtodreadpictures.
Shehadto
sige
say
thingsaboutthem,andshedidn’t
vidste
know
whattosay.
She
plejede
used
tomurmur,“Marvellous,”and
følte
feel
thatitwasnot
nok
enough
.
Butnobodyminded.
Nobody
lyttede
listened
.
NobodytookanynoticeofMrs.Wilkins.
Shewas
den
the
kindofpersonwhoisnotnoticedatparties.
Herclothes,infestedbythrift,
gjorde
made
herpracticallyinvisible;
her
ansigt
face
wasnon-arresting;
herconversationwasreluctant;
shewasshy.
Og
And
ifone’sclothesand
ansigt
face
andconversationareallnegligible,
tænkte
thought
Mrs.Wilkins,whorecognisedherdisabilities,
hvad
what
,atparties,isthereleftof
en
one
?
Alsoshewasalways
med
with
Wilkins,thatclean-shaven,fine-looking
mand
man
,whogaveaparty,merelyby
komme
coming
toit,agreat
luft
air
.
Wilkinswasveryrespectable.
Hewas
kendt
known
tobehighlythoughtofbyhisseniorpartners.
Hissister’scircleadmired
ham
him
.
Hepronouncedadequatelyintelligentjudgmentsonart
og
and
artists.
Hewaspithy;
hewasprudent;
he
aldrig
never
saidawordtoo
meget
much
,nor,ontheother
side
hand
,didheeversay
et
a
wordtoolittle.
Heproducedtheimpressionofkeepingcopiesof
alt
everything
hesaid;
andhewassoobviouslyreliablethatitoftenhappenedthat
folk
people
whomethimat
disse
these
partiesbecamediscontentedwiththeir
egne
own
solicitors,andafteraperiodofrestlessnessextricatedthemselves
og
and
wenttoWilkins.
NaturallyMrs.Wilkinswasblottedout.
“She,”
sagde
said
hissister,withsomethingherselfof
den
the
judicial,thedigested,and
den
the
finalinhermanner,“shouldstayathome.”
Men
But
Wilkinscouldnotleavehis
kone
wife
athome.
Hewas
en
a
familysolicitor,andallsuch
har
have
wivesandshowthem.
Med
With
hisintheweekhe
gik
went
toparties,andwithhisonSundayshe
gik
went
tochurch.
Beingstillfairlyyoung—hewasthirty-nine—andambitiousofoldladies,ofwhomhe
havde
had
notyetacquiredinhispractice
et
a
sufficientnumber,hecouldnotaffordto
glip
miss
church,anditwastherethatMrs.Wilkins
blev
became
familiar,thoughneverthroughwords,
med
with
Mrs.Arbuthnot.
Shesawhermarshalling
de
the
childrenofthepoorintopews.
Shewould
kom
come
inattheheadoftheprocessionfromtheSundaySchool
præcis
exactly
fiveminutesbeforethechoir,
og
and
getherboysandgirlsneatlyfittedintotheirallottedseats,
og
and
downontheirlittlekneesintheirpreliminaryprayer,
og
and
upagainontheirfeet
lige
just
as,totheswellingorgan,thevestry
dør
door
opened,andthechoir
og
and
clergy,bigwiththelitanies
og
and
commandmentstheywerepresentlytoroll
ud
out
,emerged.
Shehadasad
ansigt
face
,yetshewasevidentlyefficient.
Thecombination
plejede
used
tomakeMrs.Wilkinswonder,forshehadbeentoldbyMellersh,ondayswhenshehad
kun
only
beenabletogetplaice,that
hvis
if
onewereefficientonewouldn’tbedepressed,
og
and
thatifonedoesone’sjob
godt
well
onebecomesautomaticallybright
og
and
brisk.
AboutMrs.Arbuthnottherewas
intet
nothing
brightandbrisk,though
meget
much
inherwaywiththeSundaySchool
børn
children
thatwasautomatic;
but
da
when
Mrs.Wilkins,turningfrom
den
the
window,caughtsightofherin
den
the
clubshewasnotbeingautomaticatall,
men
but
waslookingfixedlyatoneportionof
den
the
firstpageofTheTimes,
holdt
holding
thepaperquitestill,hereyesnotmoving.
Shewas
bare
just
staring;
andherface,asusual,wasthe
ansigt
face
ofapatientanddisappointedMadonna.
Obeying
en
an
impulseshewonderedat
selv
even
whileobeyingit,Mrs.Wilkins,theshy
og
and
thereluctant,insteadofproceedingasshe
havde
had
intendedtothecloakroom
og
and
fromthencetoSchoolbred’sinsearchofMellersh’sfish,
stoppede
stopped
atthetableandsatdownexactlyoppositeMrs.Arbuthnot,towhomshe
havde
had
neveryetspokeninher
liv
life
.
Itwasoneofthoselong,narrowrefectorytables,sothattheywere
ret
quite
closetoeachother.
Mrs.
Arbuthnot,however,didnot
kiggede
look
up.
Shecontinuedtogaze,
med
with
eyesthatseemedtobe
drømme
dreaming
,atonespotonlyofTheTimes.
Mrs.
Wilkins
watched
heraminute,tryingtoscrewupcourageto
tale
speak
toher.
Shewantedto
spørge
ask
herifshehadseentheadvertisement.
Shedidnot
vidste
know
whyshewantedto
spørge
ask
herthis,butshe
ønskede
wanted
to.
Howstupidnottobe
kunne
able
tospeaktoher.
She
looked
sokind.
Shelookedsounhappy.
Hvorfor
Why
couldn’ttwounhappypeoplerefresheachotherontheir
vej
way
throughthisdustybusinessoflifeby
en
a
littletalk—real,naturaltalk,aboutwhatthey
følte
felt
,whattheywouldhave
lide
liked
,whattheystilltriedto
håbe
hope
?
Andshecouldnothelp
tænke
thinking
thatMrs.Arbuthnot,too,was
læste
reading
thatverysameadvertisement.
Hereyeswereon
den
the
verypartofthepaper.
Was
hun
she
,too,picturingwhatit
ville
would
belike—thecolour,thefragrance,the
lyset
light
,thesoftlappingoftheseaamong
små
little
hotrocks?
Colour,fragrance,
lys
light
,sea;
insteadofShaftesburyAvenue,
og
and
thewetomnibuses,andthefishdepartmentatShoolbred’s,
og
and
theTubetoHampstead,
og
and
dinner,andto-morrowthe
samme
same
andthedayafterthe
samme
same
andalwaysthesame...
SuddenlyMrs.Wilkins
fandt
found
herselfleaningacrossthetable.
“Areyoureading
om
about
themediaevalcastleand
det
the
wistaria?”
sheheardherself
spørge
asking
.
NaturallyMrs.Arbuthnotwassurprised;
men
but
shewasnothalfsomuchsurprisedasMrs.Wilkinswasatherselffor
spørge
asking
.
Mrs.
Arbuthnothadnot
endnu
yet
toherknowledgeseteyeson
den
the
shabby,lank,loosely-put-togetherfigure
sad
sitting
oppositeher,withits
lille
small
freckledfaceandbiggreyeyes
næsten
almost
disappearingunderasmashed-downwet-weatherhat,
og
and
shegazedathera
øjeblik
moment
withoutanswering.
Shewasreading
om
about
themediaevalcastleandthewistaria,
eller
or
ratherhadreadaboutit
ti
ten
minutesbefore,andsincethen
havde
had
beenlostindreams—of
lys
light
,ofcolour,offragrance,ofthesoftlappingoftheseaamong
små
little
hotrocks...
“Whydoyou
spørger
ask
methat?”
shesaidinhergravevoice,forhertrainingof
og
and
bythepoorhadmadehergrave
og
and
patient.
Mrs.
Wilkinsflushed
og
and
lookedexcessivelyshyandfrightened.
“Oh,
kun
only
becauseIsawit
også
too
,andIthoughtperhaps—I
tænkte
thought
somehow—”
shestammered.
WhereuponMrs.Arbuthnot,her
sind
mind
beingusedtogetting
folk
people
intolistsanddivisions,fromhabitconsidered,asshegazedthoughtfullyatMrs.Wilkins,
under
under
whatheading,supposingshe
had
toclassifyher,she
kunne
could
mostproperlybeput.
“AndIknowyoubysight,”wentonMrs.Wilkins,who,like
alle
all
theshy,onceshewas
begyndt
started
plungedon,frighteningherselfto
mere
more
andmorespeechbythesheer
lyd
sound
ofwhatshehadsaid
var
last
inherears.
“EverySunday—I
ser
see
youeverySundayinchurch—”.
“Inchurch?”
echoedMrs.Arbuthnot.
“Andthisseems
sådan
such
awonderfulthing—thisadvertisement
om
about
thewistaria—and—”.
Mrs.
Wilkins,
der
who
musthavebeenat
mindst
least
thirty,brokeoffandwriggledinherchair
med
with
themovementofanawkward
og
and
embarrassedschoolgirl.
“Itseemssowonderful,”shewentonin
en
a
kindofburst,“and—itissuch
en
a
miserableday...”
Og
And
thenshesatlookingatMrs.Arbuthnot
med
with
theeyesofanimprisoned
hund
dog
.
“Thispoorthing,”thoughtMrs.Arbuthnot,whose
liv
life
wasspentinhelping
og
and
alleviating,“needsadvice.”
Sheaccordinglypreparedherselfpatientlyto
give
give
it.
“Ifyouseemeinchurch,”she
sagde
said
,kindlyandattentively,“Isupposeyou
bor
live
inHampsteadtoo?”
“Ohyes,”
sagde
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
Andsherepeated,her
hoved
head
onitslongthinneckdroopinga
lidt
little
asiftherecollectionofHampsteadbowedher,“Ohyes.”
“Where?”
spurgte
asked
Mrs.Arbuthnot,who,whenadvicewasneeded,naturally
først
first
proceededtocollectthefacts.
Men
But
Mrs.Wilkins,layingher
hånden
hand
softlyandcaressinglyonthe
del
part
ofTheTimeswheretheadvertisementwas,asthoughthemereprintedwordsofitwereprecious,only
sagde
said
,“Perhapsthat’swhythisseemssowonderful.”
“No—I
synes
think
that’swonderfulanyhow,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,
glemme
forgetting
factsandfaintlysighing.
“Thenyouwere
læste
reading
it?”
“Yes,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,hereyes
går
going
dreamyagain.
“Wouldn’titbewonderful?”
murmuredMrs.Wilkins.
“Wonderful,”
sagde
said
Mrs.Arbuthnot.
Herface,
der
which
hadlitup,fadedintopatience
igen
again
.
“Verywonderful,”shesaid.
“Butit’s
ikke
no
usewastingone’stime
tænke
thinking
ofsuchthings.”
“Oh,
men
but
itis,”wasMrs.Wilkins’squick,surprisingreply;
surprising
fordi
because
itwassomuchunlikethe
resten
rest
ofher—thecharacterlesscoat
og
and
skirt,thecrumpledhat,theundecidedwispof
hår
hair
stragglingout.
“Andjust
det
the
consideringofthemisworthwhileinitself—sucha
forandring
change
fromHampstead—andsometimesIbelieve—I
virkelig
really
dobelieve—ifoneconsiders
hårdt
hard
enoughonegetsthings.”
Mrs.
Arbuthnotobservedherpatiently.
Inwhatcategory
ville
would
she,supposingshehad
til
to
,puther?
“Perhaps,”shesaid,leaningforwarda
lidt
little
,“youwilltellmeyour
navn
name
.
Ifwearetobefriends”—shesmiledhergravesmile—“asI
håber
hope
weare,wehadbetterbeginatthebeginning.”
“Ohyes—howkindofyou.
I’mMrs.Wilkins,”
sagde
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Idon’texpect,”sheadded,flushing,asMrs.Arbuthnot
sagde
said
nothing,“thatitconveysanythingtoyou.
Nogle gange
Sometimes
it—itdoesn’tseemtoconvey
noget
anything
tomeeither.
But”—she
kiggede
looked
roundwithamovementofseekinghelp—“IamMrs.Wilkins.”
Shedidnot
lide
like
hername.
Itwasamean,
lille
small
name,withakindoffacetioustwist,she
tænkte
thought
,aboutitsendliketheupwardcurveofapugdog’stail.
Der
There
itwas,however.
Therewas
ikke
no
doinganythingwithit.
Wilkinsshewas
og
and
Wilkinsshewouldremain;
og
and
thoughherhusbandencouragedherto
give
give
itonalloccasionsasMrs.Mellersh-Wilkinsshe
kun
only
didthatwhenhewaswithinearshot,forshe
troede
thought
MellershmadeWilkinsworse,emphasisingitinthe
måde
way
Chatsworthonthegate-postsof
en
a
villaemphasisesthevilla.
Da
When
firsthesuggestedshe
skulle
should
addMellershshehadobjectedfortheabove
grund
reason
,andafterapause—Mellershwas
meget
much
tooprudenttospeakexcept
efter
after
apause,duringwhichpresumablyhewas
tog
taking
acarefulmentalcopyofhiscomingobservation—hesaid,
meget
much
displeased,“ButIamnot
en
a
villa,”andlookedatherashelookswho
håber
hopes
,forperhapsthehundredth
gang
time
,thathemaynot
har
have
marriedafool.
Of
selvfølgelig
course
hewasnotavilla,Mrs.Wilkinsassured
ham
him
;
shehadneversupposedhewas;
she
havde
had
notdreamedofmeaning...
shewasonly
bare
just
thinking...
The
mere
more
sheexplainedthemoreearnest
blev
became
Mellersh’shope,familiartohimby
dette
this
time,forhehadthenbeen
en
a
husbandfortwoyears,thathemightnotby
nogen
any
chancehavemarriedafool;
og
and
theyhadaprolongedquarrel,
hvis
if
thatcanbecalledaquarrelwhichisconducted
med
with
dignifiedsilenceonone
side
side
andearnestapologyonthe
anden
other
,astowhetheror
ikke
no
Mrs.WilkinshadintendedtosuggestthatMr.Wilkinswasavilla.
“Ibelieve,”shehad
tænkt
thought
whenitwasat
var
last
over—ittookalongwhile—“that
nogen
anybody
wouldquarrelaboutanythingwhenthey’venotleftoffbeing
sammen
together
forasingledayfor
to
two
wholeyears.
Whatwe
begge
both
needisaholiday.”
“Myhusband,”wentonMrs.WilkinstoMrs.Arbuthnot,
forsøger
trying
tothrowsomelightonherself,“is
en
a
solicitor.
He—”
Shecast
om
about
forsomethingshecould
sige
say
elucidatoryofMellersh,and
fandt
found
:
“He’sveryhandsome.”
“Well,”
sagde
said
Mrs.Arbuthnotkindly,“that
must
beagreatpleasuretoyou.”
“Why?”
spurgte
asked
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Because,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,
en
a
littletakenaback,forconstantintercourse
med
with
thepoorhadaccustomedherto
have
herpronouncementsacceptedwithout
spørgsmål
question
,“becausebeauty—handsomeness—isagift
som
like
anyother,andifitisproperlyused—”.
Shetrailedoffintosilence.
Mrs.Wilkins’s
store
great
greyeyeswerefixedonher,
og
and
itseemedsuddenlytoMrs.Arbuthnotthat
måske
perhaps
shewasbecomingcrystallisedintoahabitofexposition,
og
and
ofexpositionafterthemannerofnursemaids,through
have
having
anaudiencethatcouldn’tbutagree,that
ville
would
beafraid,ifit
ønskede
wished
,tointerrupt,thatdidn’tknow,thatwas,in
faktisk
fact
,athermercy.
ButMrs.Wilkinswasnot
lyttede
listening
;
forjustthen,absurdasitseemed,apicture
havde
had
flashedacrossherbrain,
og
and
thereweretwofiguresinit
sad
sitting
togetherunderagreattrailingwistariathatstretchedacrossthebranchesofatreeshedidn’t
kendte
know
,anditwasherself
og
and
Mrs.Arbuthnot—shesawthem—she
saw
them.
Andbehindthem,brightinsunshine,were
gamle
old
greywalls—themediaevalcastle—she
saw
it—theywerethere...
ShethereforestaredatMrs.Arbuthnot
og
and
didnotheara
ord
word
shesaid.
AndMrs.ArbuthnotstaredtooatMrs.Wilkins,arrestedbytheexpressiononher
ansigt
face
,whichwassweptbytheexcitementofwhatshe
saw
,andwasasluminous
og
and
tremulousunderitas
vand
water
insunlightwhenitisruffledby
en
a
gustofwind.
At
dette
this
moment,ifshehadbeenat
en
a
party,Mrs.Wilkinswould
have
have
beenlookedatwithinterest.
Theystaredateachother;
Mrs.Arbuthnotsurprised,inquiringly,Mrs.Wilkins
med
with
theeyesofsomeone
der
who
hashadarevelation.
Of
selvfølgelig
course
.
Thatwashowit
kunne
could
bedone.
Sheherself,shebyherself,couldn’tafford
det
it
,andwouldn’tbeable,
selv
even
ifshecouldafford
det
it
,togothereall
alene
alone
;
butsheandMrs.Arbuthnot
sammen
together
...
Sheleanedacrossthetable.
“Whydon’twe
prøver
try
andgetit?”
shewhispered.
Mrs.
Arbuthnot
blev
became
evenmorewide-eyed.
“Getit?”
sherepeated.
“Yes,”
sagde
said
Mrs.Wilkins,stillasthoughshewere
bange
afraid
ofbeingoverheard.
“Not
bare
just
sithereandsay
Hvor
How
wonderful,andthengo
hjem
home
toHampsteadwithouthaving
lagt
put
outafinger—gohome
bare
just
asusualandseeaboutthedinner
og
and
thefishjustaswe’vebeendoingforyears
og
and
yearsandwillgoondoingforyears
og
and
years.
Infact,”saidMrs.Wilkins,flushingtotherootsofher
hår
hair
,forthesoundofwhatshewas
sagde
saying
,ofwhatwascomingpouring
ud
out
,frightenedher,andyetshecouldn’t
stoppe
stop
,“Iseenoendtoit.
Der
There
isnoendto
det
it
.
Sothatthereoughttobe
en
a
break,thereoughttobeintervals—ineverybody’sinterests.
Why,it
ville
would
reallybebeingunselfishtogoaway
og
and
behappyforalittle,becausewe
ville
would
comebacksomuchnicer.
You
ser
see
,afterabiteverybodyneeds
en
a
holiday.”
“But—howdoyou
mener
mean
,getit?”
askedMrs.Arbuthnot.
“Takeit,”
sagde
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Takeit?”