奥兰多orlando (英文版)作者:弗吉尼亚·伍尔芙-第5部分
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ng of the seventh of January at the finish of some such quadrille or minuet when he beheld； ing from the pavilion of the Muscovite Embassy； a figure； which； whether boy’s or woman’s； for the loose tunic and trousers of the Russian fashion served to disguise the sex； filled him with the highest curiosity。 The person； whatever the name or sex； was about middle height； very slenderly fashioned； and dressed entirely in oyster–coloured velvet； trimmed with some unfamiliar greenish–coloured fur。 But these details were obscured by the extraordinary seductiveness which issued from the whole person。 Images； metaphors of the most extreme and extravagant twined and twisted in his mind。 He called her a melon； a pineapple； an olive tree； an emerald； and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds； he did not know whether he had heard her； tasted her； seen her； or all three together。 （For though we must pause not a moment in the narrative we may here hastily note that all his images at this time were simple in the extreme to match his senses and were mostly taken from things he had liked the taste of as a boy。 But if his senses were simple they were at the same time extremely strong。 To pause therefore and seek the reasons of things is out of the question。）。。。A melon； an emerald； a fox in the snow—so he raved； so he stared。 When the boy； for alas； a boy it must be—no woman could skate with such speed and vigour—swept almost on tiptoe past him； Orlando was ready to tear his hair with vexation that the person was of his own sex； and thus all embraces were out of the question。 But the skater came closer。 Legs； hands； carriage； were a boy’s； but no boy ever had a mouth like that； no boy had those breasts； no boy had eyes which looked as if they had been fished from the bottom of the sea。 Finally； ing to a stop and sweeping a curtsey with the utmost grace to the King； who was shuffling past on the arm of some Lord–in–waiting； the unknown skater came to a standstill。 She was not a handsbreadth off。 She was a woman。 Orlando stared； trembled； turned hot； turned cold； longed to hurl himself through the summer air； to crush acorns beneath his feet； to toss his arm with the beech trees and the oaks。 As it was； he drew his lips up over his small white teeth； opened them perhaps half an inch as if to bite； shut them as if he had bitten。 The Lady Euphrosyne hung upon his arm。
The stranger’s name； he found； was the Princess Marousha Stanilovska Dagmar Natasha Iliana Romanovitch； and she had e in the train of the Muscovite Ambassador； who was her uncle perhaps； or perhaps her father； to attend the coronation。 Very little was known of the Muscovites。 In their great beards and furred hats they sat almost silent； drinking some black liquid which they spat out now and then upon the ice。 None spoke English； and French with which some at least were familiar was then little spoken at the English Court。
It was through this accident that Orlando and the Princess became acquainted。 They were seated opposite each other at the great table spread under a huge awning for the entertainment of the notables。 The Princess was placed between two young Lords； one Lord Francis Vere and the other the young Earl of Moray。 It was laughable to see the predicament she soon had them in； for though both were fine lads in their way； the babe unborn had as much knowledge of the French tongue as they had。 When at the beginning of dinner the Princess turned to the Earl and said； with a grace which ravished his heart； ‘Je crois avoir fait la connaissance d’un gentilhomme qui vous etait apparente en Pologne l’ete dernier；’ or ‘La beaute des dames de la cour d’Angleterre me met dans le ravissement。 On ne peut voir une dame plus gracieuse que votre reine； ni une coiffure plus belle que la sienne；’ both Lord Francis and the Earl showed the highest embarrassment。 The one helped her largely to horse–radish sauce； the other whistled to his dog and made him beg for a marrow bone。 At this the Princess could no longer contain her laughter； and Orlando； catching her eyes across the boars’ heads and stuffed peacocks； laughed too。 He laughed； but the laugh on his lips froze in wonder。 Whom had he loved； what had he loved； he asked himself in a tumult of emotion； until now？ An old woman； he answered； all skin and bone。 Red–cheeked trulls too many to mention。 A puling nun。 A hard–bitten cruel–mouthed adventuress。 A nodding mass of lace and ceremony。 Love had meant to him nothing but sawdust and cinders。 The joys he had had of it tasted insipid in the extreme。 He marvelled how he could have gone through with it without yawning。 For as he looked the thickness of his blood melted； the ice turned to wine in his veins； he heard the waters flowing and the birds singing； spring broke over the hard wintry landscape； his manhood woke； he grasped a sword in his hand； he charged a more daring foe than Pole or Moor； he dived in deep water； he saw the flower of danger growing in a crevice； he stretched his hand—in fact he was rattling off one of his most impassioned sons when the Princess addressed him； ‘Would you have the goodness to pass the salt？’
He blushed deeply。
‘With all the pleasure in the world； Madame；’ he replied； speaking French with a perfect accent。 For； heaven be praised； he spoke the tongue as his own； his mother’s maid had taught him。 Yet perhaps it would have been better for him had he never learnt that tongue； never answered that voice； never followed the light of those eyes。。。
The Princess continued。 Who were those bumpkins； she asked him； who sat beside her with the manners of stablemen？ What was the nauseating mixture they had poured on her plate？ Did the dogs eat at the same table with the men in England？ Was that figure of fun at the end of the table with her hair rigged up like a Maypole （me une grande perche mal fagotee） really the Queen？ And did the King always slobber like that？ And which of those popinjays was George Villiers？ Though these questions rather disposed Orlando at first； they were put with such archness and drollery that he could not help but laugh； and he saw from the blank faces of the pany that nobody understood a word； he answered her as freely as she asked him； speaking； as she did； in perfect French。
Thus began an intimacy between the two which soon became the scandal of the Court。
Soon it was observed Orlando paid the Muscovite far more attention than mere civility demanded。 He was seldom far from her side； and their conversation； though unintelligible to the rest； was carried on with such animation； provoked such blushes and laughter； that the dullest could guess the subject。 Moreover； the change in Orlando himself was extraordinary。 Nobody had ever seen him so animated。 In one night he had thrown off his boyish clumsiness； he was changed from a sulky stripling； who could not enter a ladies’ room without sweeping half the ornaments from the table； to a nobleman； full of grace and manly courtesy。 To see him hand the Muscovite （as she was called） to her sledge； or offer her his hand for the dance； or catch the spotted kerchief which she had let drop； or discharge any other of those manifold duties which the supreme lady exacts and the lover hastens to anticipate was a sight to kindle the dull eyes of age； and to make the quick pulse of youth beat faster。 Yet over it all hung a cloud。 The old men shrugged their shoulders。 The young tittered between their fingers。 All knew that a Orlando was betrothed to another。 The Lady Margaret O’Brien O’Dare O’Reilly Tyrconnel （for that was the proper name of Euphrosyne of the Sons） wore Orlando’s splendid sapphire on the second finger of her left hand。 It was she who had the supreme right to his attentions。 Yet she might drop all the handkerchiefs in her wardrobe （of which she had many scores） upon the ice and Orlando never stooped to pick them up。 She might wait twenty minutes for him to hand her to her sledge； and in the end have to be content with the services of her Blackamoor。 When she skated； which she did rather clumsily； no one was at her elbow to encourage her； and； if she fell； which she did rather heavily； no one raised her to her feet and dusted the snow from her petticoats。 Although she was naturally phlegmatic； slow to take offence； and more reluctant than most people to believe that a mere foreigner could oust her from Orlando’s affections； still even the Lady Margaret herself was brought at last to suspect that something was brewing against her peace of mind。
Indeed； as the days passed； Orlando took less and less care to hide his feelings。 Making some excuse or other； he would leave the pany as soon as they had dined； or steal away from the skaters； who were forming sets for a quadrille。 Next moment it would be seen that the Muscovite was missing too。 But what most outraged the Court； and stung it in its tenderest part； which is its vanity； was that the couple was often seen to slip under the silken rope； which railed off the Royal enclosure from the public part of the river and to disappear among the crowd of mon people。 For suddenly the Princess would stamp her foot and cry； ‘Take me away。 I detest your English mob；’ by which she meant the English Court itsel
