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Chapter1
Itbeganin
một
a
Woman’sClubinLondonon
một
a
Februaryafternoon—anuncomfortableclub,
and
amiserableafternoon—whenMrs.Wilkins,
người
who
hadcomedownfromHampsteadtoshop
and
hadlunchedatherclub,tookupTheTimesfromthetableinthesmoking-room,
and
runningherlistlesseye
xuống
down
theAgonyColumnsaw
này
this:
.
ToThosewhoAppreciateWistaria
and
Sunshine.
SmallmediaevalItalianCastleontheshoresoftheMediterraneantobeLetFurnishedforthemonthofApril.
Necessaryservantsremain.
Z,Box1000,TheTimes.
Đó
That
wasitsconception;
yet,asinthe
trường hợp
case
ofmanyanother,theconceiverwasunawareofitatthemoment.
SoentirelyunawarewasMrs.WilkinsthatherAprilforthat
năm
year
hadthenandtherebeensettledforherthatshedroppedthenewspaper
với
with
agesturethatwas
cả
both
irritatedandresigned,andwentovertothewindow
and
stareddrearilyoutatthedrippingstreet.
Notforherweremediaevalcastles,
ngay cả
even
thosethatarespeciallydescribedas
nhỏ
small
.
NotforhertheshoresinAprilof
các
the
Mediterranean,andthewistaria
and
sunshine.
Suchdelightswere
chỉ
only
fortherich.
Yettheadvertisementhadbeenaddressedtopersonswhoappreciatethesethings,sothatithadbeen,anyhow,addressedtootoher,forshecertainlyappreciated
chúng
them
;
morethananybodyknew;
morethanshehadevertold.
Nhưng
But
shewaspoor.
Inthe
cả
whole
worldshepossessedofherveryown
chỉ
only
ninetypounds,savedfrom
năm
year
toyear,putbycarefullypoundbypound,outofherdressallowance.
Shehadscraped
này
this
sumtogetheratthesuggestionofher
chồng
husband
asashieldandrefuge
chống lại
against
arainyday.
Herdressallowance,givenherbyher
cha
father
,was£100ayear,sothatMrs.Wilkins’sclotheswerewhather
chồng
husband
,urginghertosave,calledmodest
and
becoming,andheracquaintancetoeachother,
khi
when
theyspokeofheratall,whichwasseldomforshewas
rất
very
negligible,calledaperfectsight.
Mr.
Wilkins,
một
a
solicitor,encouragedthrift,exceptthatbranchofitwhichgotintohis
thức ăn
food
.
Hedidnotcallthatthrift,hecalledit
xấu
bad
housekeeping.
Butforthethrift
which
,likemoth,penetratedintoMrs.Wilkins’sclothes
and
spoiltthem,hehad
nhiều
much
praise.
“Youneverknow,”hesaid,“whenthere
sẽ
will
bearainyday,
and
youmaybeverygladtofindyouhave
một
a
nest-egg.
Indeedwebothmay.”
Looking
ra
out
oftheclubwindowintoShaftesburyAvenue—herswas
một
an
economicalclub,butconvenientforHampstead,
nơi
where
shelived,andforShoolbred’s,
nơi
where
sheshopped—Mrs.
Wilkins,havingstoodtheresome
thời gian
time
verydrearily,hermind’seyeontheMediterraneaninApril,
and
thewistaria,andtheenviableopportunitiesoftherich,
khi
while
herbodilyeyewatchedthe
thực sự
really
extremelyhorriblesootyrainfallingsteadilyonthehurryingumbrellas
and
splashingomnibuses,suddenlywonderedwhether
có lẽ
perhaps
thiswasnottherainydayMellersh—MellershwasMr.Wilkins—hadsooftenencouragedhertopreparefor,
and
whethertogetoutofsuchaclimate
and
intothesmallmediaevalcastlewasn’t
có lẽ
perhaps
whatProvidencehadallalongintendedhertodowithhersavings.
Phần
Part
ofhersavings,ofcourse;
có lẽ
perhaps
quiteasmallpart.
Thecastle,beingmediaeval,might
cũng
also
bedilapidated,anddilapidationsweresurelycheap.
Shewouldn’tintheleast
tâm
mind
afewofthem,becauseyoudidn’tpayfordilapidationswhichwere
đã
already
there;
onthecontrary—byreducingthepriceyouhadtopaythey
thực sự
really
paidyou.
Butwhatnonsensetothinkofit...
Sheturned
đi
away
fromthewindowwiththe
cùng
same
gestureofmingledirritation
and
resignationwithwhichshehadlaiddownTheTimes,
and
crossedtheroomtowardsthe
cửa
door
withtheintentionofgettinghermackintosh
and
umbrellaandfightingherwayintooneoftheovercrowdedomnibuses
and
goingtoShoolbred’sonherway
nhà
home
andbuyingsomesolesforMellersh’sdinner—Mellershwasdifficult
với
with
fishandlikedonlysoles,exceptsalmon—whenshebeheldMrs.Arbuthnot,awomansheknewbysightas
cũng
also
livinginHampsteadandbelongingtotheclub,sittingatthetableinthemiddleofthe
phòng
room
onwhichthenewspapers
and
magazineswerekept,absorbed,inherturn,inthefirstpageofTheTimes.
Mrs.
Wilkinshad
chưa bao giờ
never
yetspokentoMrs.Arbuthnot,
người
who
belongedtooneof
những
the
variouschurchsets,and
người
who
analysed,classified,dividedandregistered
những
the
poor;
whereassheandMellersh,
khi
when
theydidgoout,wentto
các
the
partiesofimpressionistpainters,ofwhominHampsteadtherewere
nhiều
many
.
Mellershhadasisterwhohad
kết hôn
married
oneofthemandlivedupontheHeath,
and
becauseofthisallianceMrs.Wilkinswasdrawnintoacircle
which
washighlyunnaturaltoher,
and
shehadlearnedtodreadpictures.
Shehadto
nói
say
thingsaboutthem,andshedidn’t
biết
know
whattosay.
Sheusedtomurmur,“Marvellous,”
and
feelthatitwasnot
đủ
enough
.
Butnobodyminded.
Nobodylistened.
Ai
Nobody
tookanynoticeofMrs.Wilkins.
Shewas
các
the
kindofpersonwhoisnotnoticedatparties.
Herclothes,infestedbythrift,madeherpracticallyinvisible;
herfacewasnon-arresting;
herconversationwasreluctant;
shewasshy.
And
ifone’sclothesandface
and
conversationareallnegligible,thoughtMrs.Wilkins,
người
who
recognisedherdisabilities,what,atparties,is
there
leftofone?
Alsoshewas
luôn luôn
always
withWilkins,thatclean-shaven,fine-looking
người đàn ông
man
,whogaveaparty,merelybycomingto
it
,agreatair.
Wilkinswas
rất
very
respectable.
Hewasknowntobehighlythoughtofbyhisseniorpartners.
Hissister’scircleadmiredhim.
Hepronouncedadequatelyintelligentjudgmentsonart
and
artists.
Hewaspithy;
hewasprudent;
he
không bao giờ
never
saidawordtoo
nhiều
much
,nor,ontheother
mặt
hand
,didheeversay
một
a
wordtoolittle.
Heproduced
những
the
impressionofkeepingcopiesofeverythinghesaid;
and
hewassoobviouslyreliable
rằng
that
itoftenhappenedthatpeoplewhomethimatthesepartiesbecamediscontented
với
with
theirownsolicitors,and
sau
after
aperiodofrestlessnessextricatedthemselves
and
wenttoWilkins.
NaturallyMrs.Wilkinswasblottedout.
“She,”saidhissister,
với
with
somethingherselfofthejudicial,thedigested,
and
thefinalinhermanner,“shouldstayathome.”
Nhưng
But
Wilkinscouldnotleavehis
vợ
wife
athome.
Hewas
một
a
familysolicitor,andallsuch
have
wivesandshowthem.
Với
With
hisintheweekhewenttoparties,
and
withhisonSundayshewenttochurch.
Beingstillfairlyyoung—hewasthirty-nine—andambitiousof
già
old
ladies,ofwhomhehadnot
chưa
yet
acquiredinhispractice
một
a
sufficientnumber,hecouldnotaffordtomisschurch,
and
itwastherethatMrs.Wilkinsbecamefamiliar,though
không bao giờ
never
throughwords,withMrs.Arbuthnot.
Shesawhermarshalling
những
the
childrenofthepoorintopews.
Shewould
đi
come
inattheheadoftheprocessionfromtheSunday
Trường
School
exactlyfiveminutesbeforethechoir,
and
getherboysandgirlsneatlyfittedintotheirallottedseats,
and
downontheirlittlekneesintheirpreliminaryprayer,
and
upagainontheirfeetjustas,totheswellingorgan,thevestry
cửa
door
opened,andthechoir
and
clergy,bigwiththelitanies
and
commandmentstheywerepresentlytoroll
ra
out
,emerged.
Shehadasadface,
nhưng
yet
shewasevidentlyefficient.
Những
The
combinationusedtomakeMrs.Wilkinswonder,forshehadbeentoldbyMellersh,ondayswhenshehad
chỉ
only
beenabletogetplaice,that
nếu
if
onewereefficientonewouldn’tbedepressed,
and
thatifonedoesone’s
việc
job
wellonebecomesautomaticallybright
and
brisk.
AboutMrs.Arbuthnot
there
wasnothingbrightandbrisk,though
nhiều
much
inherwaywith
các
the
SundaySchoolchildrenthatwasautomatic;
nhưng
but
whenMrs.Wilkins,turningfromthewindow,caughtsightofherintheclubshewasnotbeingautomaticatall,
nhưng
but
waslookingfixedlyat
một
one
portionofthefirstpageofTheTimes,holdingthepaper
khá
quite
still,hereyesnotmoving.
Shewas
chỉ
just
staring;
andherface,asusual,wasthefaceof
một
a
patientanddisappointedMadonna.
Obeying
một
an
impulseshewonderedat
ngay cả
even
whileobeyingit,Mrs.Wilkins,theshy
and
thereluctant,insteadofproceedingasshehadintendedtothecloakroom
and
fromthencetoSchoolbred’sinsearchofMellersh’sfish,stoppedatthetable
and
satdownexactlyoppositeMrs.Arbuthnot,towhomshehad
chưa bao giờ
never
yetspokeninher
cuộc sống
life
.
Itwasoneof
những
those
long,narrowrefectorytables,sothattheywere
khá
quite
closetoeachother.
Mrs.
Arbuthnot,however,didnot
nhìn
look
up.
Shecontinuedtogaze,
với
with
eyesthatseemedtobedreaming,at
một
one
spotonlyofTheTimes.
Mrs.
Wilkinswatchedher
một
a
minute,tryingtoscrew
lên
up
couragetospeaktoher.
Shewantedto
hỏi
ask
herifshehadseentheadvertisement.
Shedidnot
biết
know
whyshewantedto
hỏi
ask
herthis,butshewantedto.
Howstupidnottobe
thể
able
tospeaktoher.
Shelookedsokind.
Shelookedsounhappy.
Sao
Why
couldn’ttwounhappypeoplerefresheachotherontheir
đường
way
throughthisdustybusinessof
cuộc sống
life
byalittletalk—real,naturaltalk,
về
about
whattheyfelt,whattheywould
đã
have
liked,whattheystilltriedto
hy vọng
hope
?
Andshecouldnothelpthinking
rằng
that
Mrs.Arbuthnot,too,wasreading
rằng
that
verysameadvertisement.
Hereyeswereonthevery
phần
part
ofthepaper.
Wasshe,too,picturingwhatitwouldbelike—thecolour,
những
the
fragrance,thelight,thesoftlappingof
những
the
seaamonglittlehotrocks?
Colour,fragrance,light,sea;
insteadofShaftesburyAvenue,
and
thewetomnibuses,and
các
the
fishdepartmentatShoolbred’s,
and
theTubetoHampstead,
and
dinner,andto-morrowthesame
and
thedayafterthesame
and
alwaysthesame...
SuddenlyMrs.Wilkinsfoundherselfleaningacrossthetable.
“Areyoureading
về
about
themediaevalcastleandthewistaria?”
sheheardherselfasking.
NaturallyMrs.Arbuthnotwassurprised;
nhưng
but
shewasnothalfso
nhiều
much
surprisedasMrs.Wilkinswasatherselfforasking.
Mrs.
Arbuthnothadnot
chưa
yet
toherknowledgeseteyesontheshabby,lank,loosely-put-togetherfiguresittingoppositeher,
với
with
itssmallfreckledface
and
biggreyeyesalmostdisappearing
dưới
under
asmashed-downwet-weatherhat,
and
shegazedather
một
a
momentwithoutanswering.
Shewasreading
về
about
themediaevalcastleand
những
the
wistaria,orratherhadread
về
about
ittenminutesbefore,
and
sincethenhadbeenlostindreams—oflight,ofcolour,offragrance,of
những
the
softlappingoftheseaamong
nhỏ
little
hotrocks...
“Whydoyou
hỏi
ask
methat?”
shesaidinhergravevoice,forhertrainingof
and
bythepoorhadmadehergrave
and
patient.
Mrs.
Wilkinsflushed
and
lookedexcessivelyshyandfrightened.
“Oh,
chỉ
only
becauseIsawittoo,
and
Ithoughtperhaps—Ithoughtsomehow—”
shestammered.
WhereuponMrs.Arbuthnot,hermindbeing
sử dụng
used
togettingpeopleintolists
and
divisions,fromhabitconsidered,asshegazedthoughtfullyatMrs.Wilkins,
dưới
under
whatheading,supposingshehadtoclassifyher,shecould
nhất
most
properlybeput.
“AndI
biết
know
youbysight,”wentonMrs.Wilkins,
người
who
,likealltheshy,
khi
once
shewasstartedplunged
vào
on
,frighteningherselftomore
and
morespeechbythesheersoundofwhatshehadsaid
cuối
last
inherears.
“EverySunday—Iseeyou
mỗi
every
Sundayinchurch—”.
“Inchurch?”
echoedMrs.Arbuthnot.
“And
này
this
seemssuchawonderfulthing—thisadvertisement
về
about
thewistaria—and—”.
Mrs.
Wilkins,
người
who
musthavebeenat
ít
least
thirty,brokeoffandwriggledinherchair
với
with
themovementofanawkward
and
embarrassedschoolgirl.
“Itseemssowonderful,”shewentonin
một
a
kindofburst,“and—itissuch
một
a
miserableday...”
And
thenshesatlookingatMrs.Arbuthnot
với
with
theeyesofanimprisoned
chó
dog
.
“Thispoorthing,”thoughtMrs.Arbuthnot,whose
cuộc đời
life
wasspentinhelping
and
alleviating,“needsadvice.”
Sheaccordinglypreparedherselfpatientlyto
đưa
give
it.
“Ifyouseemeinchurch,”shesaid,kindly
and
attentively,“Isupposeyou
sống
live
inHampsteadtoo?”
“Ohyes,”saidMrs.Wilkins.
And
sherepeated,herheadonits
dài
long
thinneckdroopinga
chút
little
asiftherecollectionofHampsteadbowedher,“Ohyes.”
“Where?”
askedMrs.Arbuthnot,
người
who
,whenadvicewasneeded,naturallyfirstproceededtocollect
các
the
facts.
ButMrs.Wilkins,layingher
tay
hand
softlyandcaressinglyon
những
the
partofTheTimes
nơi
where
theadvertisementwas,asthough
những
the
mereprintedwordsofitwereprecious,onlysaid,“Perhapsthat’s
sao
why
thisseemssowonderful.”
“No—I
nghĩ rằng
think
that’swonderfulanyhow,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,forgettingfacts
and
faintlysighing.
“Thenyouwerereadingit?”
“Yes,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,hereyesgoingdreamy
nữa
again
.
“Wouldn’titbewonderful?”
murmuredMrs.Wilkins.
“Wonderful,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot.
Herface,
which
hadlitup,fadedintopatience
nữa
again
.
“Verywonderful,”shesaid.
“Butit’s
không
no
usewastingone’stimethinkingof
như
such
things.”
“Oh,butitis,”wasMrs.Wilkins’squick,surprisingreply;
surprisingbecauseitwassomuchunlikethe
phần còn lại
rest
ofher—thecharacterlesscoat
and
skirt,thecrumpledhat,theundecidedwispof
tóc
hair
stragglingout.
“Andjust
những
the
consideringofthemisworth
khi
while
initself—suchachangefromHampstead—and
đôi khi
sometimes
Ibelieve—Ireallydobelieve—ifoneconsidershard
đủ
enough
onegetsthings.”
Mrs.
Arbuthnotobservedherpatiently.
Inwhatcategorywouldshe,supposingshehadto,
đặt
put
her?
“Perhaps,”shesaid,leaningforward
một
a
little,“youwilltellmeyour
tên
name
.
Ifwearetobefriends”—shesmiledhergravesmile—“asI
hy vọng
hope
weare,wehadbetterbeginatthebeginning.”
“Ohyes—howkindofyou.
I’mMrs.Wilkins,”saidMrs.Wilkins.
“Idon’texpect,”sheadded,flushing,asMrs.Arbuthnotsaidnothing,“thatitconveysanythingtoyou.
Đôi khi
Sometimes
it—itdoesn’tseemtoconveyanythingtomeeither.
But”—shelookedround
với
with
amovementofseekinghelp—“IamMrs.Wilkins.”
Shedidnot
thích
like
hername.
Itwas
một
a
mean,smallname,with
một
a
kindoffacetioustwist,shethought,
về
about
itsendliketheupwardcurveof
một
a
pugdog’stail.
Thereitwas,however.
There
wasnodoinganything
với
with
it.
Wilkinsshewas
and
Wilkinsshewouldremain;
and
thoughherhusbandencouragedhertogiveiton
tất cả
all
occasionsasMrs.Mellersh-Wilkinsshe
chỉ
only
didthatwhenhewaswithinearshot,forshethoughtMellershmadeWilkinsworse,emphasisingitin
các
the
wayChatsworthonthegate-postsof
một
a
villaemphasisesthevilla.
Khi
When
firsthesuggestedshe
nên
should
addMellershshehadobjectedfortheabove
lý do
reason
,andafterapause—Mellershwas
rất
much
tooprudenttospeakexcept
sau
after
apause,duringwhichpresumablyhewastaking
một
a
carefulmentalcopyofhiscomingobservation—hesaid,
rất
much
displeased,“ButIamnot
một
a
villa,”andlookedatherashelooks
người
who
hopes,forperhapsthehundredthtime,thathe
có thể
may
nothavemarriedafool.
Ofcoursehewasnot
một
a
villa,Mrs.Wilkinsassuredhim;
shehad
chưa bao giờ
never
supposedhewas;
shehadnotdreamedofmeaning...
shewasonlyjustthinking...
The
nhiều
more
sheexplainedthemoreearnestbecameMellersh’s
hy vọng
hope
,familiartohimby
này
this
time,forhehadthenbeen
một
a
husbandfortwoyears,
rằng
that
hemightnotby
bất kỳ
any
chancehavemarriedafool;
and
theyhadaprolongedquarrel,
nếu
if
thatcanbecalledaquarrelwhichisconducted
với
with
dignifiedsilenceonone
bên
side
andearnestapologyonthe
kia
other
,astowhetheror
không
no
Mrs.WilkinshadintendedtosuggestthatMr.Wilkinswasavilla.
“Ibelieve,”shehadthought
khi
when
itwasatlastover—ittook
một
a
longwhile—“thatanybodywouldquarrel
về
about
anythingwhenthey’venotleftoffbeingtogetherfor
một
a
singledayfortwowholeyears.
Whatwe
cả
both
needisaholiday.”
“Myhusband,”wentonMrs.WilkinstoMrs.Arbuthnot,tryingtothrowsomelightonherself,“isasolicitor.
He—”
Shecast
về
about
forsomethingshecould
nói
say
elucidatoryofMellersh,andfound:
“He’s
rất
very
handsome.”
“Well,”saidMrs.Arbuthnotkindly,“that
phải
must
beagreatpleasuretoyou.”
“Why?”
askedMrs.Wilkins.
“Because,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,
một
a
littletakenaback,forconstantintercourse
với
with
thepoorhadaccustomedhertohaveherpronouncementsaccepted
không
without
question,“becausebeauty—handsomeness—isagift
như
like
anyother,andifitisproperlyused—”.
Shetrailedoffintosilence.
Mrs.Wilkins’s
lớn
great
greyeyeswerefixedonher,
and
itseemedsuddenlytoMrs.Arbuthnotthat
có lẽ
perhaps
shewasbecomingcrystallisedintoahabitofexposition,
and
ofexpositionafterthemannerofnursemaids,throughhavinganaudiencethatcouldn’tbutagree,thatwouldbe
sợ
afraid
,ifitwished,tointerrupt,thatdidn’t
biết
know
,thatwas,infact,athermercy.
Nhưng
But
Mrs.Wilkinswasnotlistening;
forjustthen,absurdasitseemed,
một
a
picturehadflashedacrossherbrain,
and
thereweretwofiguresinitsittingtogether
dưới
under
agreattrailingwistariathatstretchedacross
các
the
branchesofatreeshedidn’t
biết
know
,anditwasherself
and
Mrs.Arbuthnot—shesawthem—shesaw
họ
them
.
Andbehindthem,brightinsunshine,were
old
greywalls—themediaevalcastle—shesawit—theywere
đó
there
...
ShethereforestaredatMrs.Arbuthnot
and
didnotheara
từ
word
shesaid.
AndMrs.ArbuthnotstaredtooatMrs.Wilkins,arrestedby
những
the
expressiononherface,whichwassweptby
những
the
excitementofwhatshesaw,
and
wasasluminousandtremulous
dưới
under
itaswaterinsunlight
khi
when
itisruffledby
một
a
gustofwind.
At
này
this
moment,ifshehadbeenat
một
a
party,Mrs.Wilkinswould
đã
have
beenlookedatwithinterest.
Theystaredateachother;
Mrs.Arbuthnotsurprised,inquiringly,Mrs.Wilkins
với
with
theeyesofsomeone
người
who
hashadarevelation.
Ofcourse.
Thatwas
cách
how
itcouldbedone.
Sheherself,shebyherself,couldn’taffordit,
and
wouldn’tbeable,evenifshecouldaffordit,to
đi
go
thereallalone;
butshe
and
Mrs.Arbuthnottogether...
Sheleanedacrossthetable.
“Whydon’twe
thử
try
andgetit?”
shewhispered.
Mrs.
Arbuthnotbecame
thậm chí
even
morewide-eyed.
“Getit?”
sherepeated.
“Yes,”saidMrs.Wilkins,
vẫn
still
asthoughshewere
sợ
afraid
ofbeingoverheard.
“Not
chỉ
just
sithereandsay
Làm thế nào
How
wonderful,andthengo
nhà
home
toHampsteadwithouthaving
đặt
put
outafinger—gohome
chỉ
just
asusualandsee
về
about
thedinnerandthefish
chỉ
just
aswe’vebeendoingforyears
and
yearsandwillgoondoingforyears
and
years.
Infact,”saidMrs.Wilkins,flushingto
những
the
rootsofherhair,for
những
the
soundofwhatshewassaying,ofwhatwascomingpouring
ra
out
,frightenedher,andyetshecouldn’tstop,“I
thấy
see
noendtoit.
There
isnoendto
it
.
Sothatthereoughttobe
một
a
break,thereoughttobeintervals—ineverybody’sinterests.
Sao
Why
,itwouldreallybebeingunselfishtogoaway
and
behappyfora
chút
little
,becausewewouldcomebacksomuchnicer.
You
thấy
see
,afterabiteverybodyneeds
một
a
holiday.”
“But—howdoyou
mean
,getit?”
askedMrs.Arbuthnot.
“Takeit,”saidMrs.Wilkins.
“Takeit?”