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not back from the Tyrol, without having made any study of its
inhabitants, institutions, scenery, fauna, flora, or other features?
Had I not simply wasted my time in my usual frivolous,
good-for-nothing way? That was the aspect of the matter which,
I was obliged to admit, would present itself to my sister-in-law;
and against a verdict based on such evidence, I had really no
defence to offer. It may be supposed, then, that I presented myself
in Park Lane in a shamefaced, sheepish fashion. On the whole,
my reception was not so alarming as I had feared. It turned out
that I had done, not what Rose wished, but--the next best thing--
what she prophesied. She had declared that I should make no notes,
record no observations,gather no materials. My brother, on the other hand,
had been weak enough to maintain that a serious resolve had at length
animated me.
When I returned empty-handed, Rose was so occupied in triumphing
over Burlesdon that she let me down quite easily,
devoting the greater part of her reproaches to my failure
to advertise my friends of my whereabouts.
"We've wasted a lot of time trying to find you," she said.
"I know you have," said I. "Half our ambassadors have led
weary lives on my account. George Featherly told me so.
But why should you have been anxious? I can take care of myself."
"Oh, it wasn't that," she cried scornfully, "but I wanted to tell
you about Sir Jacob Borrodaile. You know, he's got an Embassy
--at least, he will have in a month--and he wrote to say he
hoped you would go with him."
"Where's he going to?"
"He's going to succeed Lord Topham at Strelsau," said she.
"You couldn't have a nicer place, short of Paris."
"Strelsau! H'm!" said I, glancing at my brother.
"Oh, THAT doesn't matter!" exclaimed Rose impatiently.
"Now, you will go, won't you?"
"I don't know that I care about it!"
"Oh, you're too exasperating!"
"And I don't think I can go to Strelsau. My dear Rose, would
it be--suitable?"
"Oh, nobody remembers that horrid old story now."
Upon this, I took out of my pocket a portrait of the King of
Ruritania. It had been taken a month or two before he ascended
the throne. She could not miss my point when I said, putting it
into her hands:
"In case you've not seen, or not noticed, a picture of Rudolf V,
there he is. Don't you think they might recall the story, if I
appeared at the Court of Ruritania?"
My sister-in-law looked at the portrait, and then at me.
"Good gracious!" she said, and flung the photograph down on the table.
"What do you say, Bob?" I asked.
Burlesdon got up, went to a corner of the room, and searched
in a heap of newspapers. Presently he came back with a copy
of the Illustrated London News. Opening the paper, he displayed
a double-page engraving of the Coronation of Rudolf V at Strelsau.
The photograph and the picture he laid side by side. I sat
at the table fronting them; and, as I looked, I grew absorbed.
My eye travelled from my own portrait to Sapt, to Strakencz, to the
rich robes of the Cardinal, to Black Michael's face, to the stately
figure of the princess by his side. Long I looked and eagerly.
I was roused by my brother's hand on my shoulder. He was gazing
down at me with a puzzled expression.
"It's a remarkablelikeness, you see," said I. "I really think
I had better not go to Ruritania."
Rose, though half convinced, would not abandon her position.
"It's just an excuse," she said pettishly. "You don't want
to do anything. Why, you might become an ambassador!"
"I don't think I want to be an ambassador," said I.
"It's more than you ever will be," she retorted.
That is very likely true, but it is not more than I have been.
The idea of being an ambassador could scarcely dazzle me.
I had been a king!
So pretty Rose left us in dudgeon; and Burlesdon, lighting a cigarette,
looked at me still with that curious gaze.
"That picture in the paper--" he said.
"Well, what of it? It shows that the King of Ruritania
and your humble servant are as like as two peas."
My brother shook his head.
"I suppose so," he said. "But I should know you from the man
in the photograph."
"And not from the picture in the paper?"
"I should know the photograph from the picture: the picture's
very like the photograph, but--"
"Well?"
"It's more like you!" said my brother.
My brother is a good man and true--so that, for all that he
is a married man and mighty fond of his wife, he should know
any secret of mine. But this secret was not mine,
and I could not tell it to him.
"I don't think it's so much like me as the photograph,"
said I boldly. "But, anyhow, Bob, I won't go to Strelsau."
"No, don't go to Strelsau, Rudolf," said he.
And whether he suspects anything, or has a glimmer of the truth,
I do not know. If he has, he keeps it to himself, and he and I
never refer to it. And we let Sir Jacob Borrodaile find another attache.
Since all these events whose history I have set down happened
I have lived a very quiet life at a small house which I have
taken in the country. The ordinary ambitions and aims of men
in my position seem to me dull and unattractive. I have little
fancy for the whirl of society, and none for the jostle of politics.
Lady Burlesdon utterly despairs of me; my neighbours think me
an indolent, dreamy, unsociable fellow. Yet I am a young man;
and sometimes I have a fancy--the superstitious would call it
a presentiment--that my part in life is not yet altogether played;
that, somehow and some day, I shall mix again in great affairs,
I shall again spin policies in a busy brain, match my wits against
my enemies', brace my muscles to fight a good fight and strike stout blows.
Such is the tissue of my thoughts as, with gun or rod in
hand, I wander through the woods or by the side of the stream.
Whether the fancy will be fulfilled, I cannot tell--still less whether
the scene that, led by memory, I lay for my new exploits will be
the true one--for I love to see myself once again in the crowded
streets of Strelsau, or beneath the frowning keep of the Castle of Zenda.
Thus led, my broodings leave the future, and turn back on the
past. Shapes rise before me in long array--the wild first revel
with the King, the rush with my brave tea-table, the night in the moat,
the pursuit in the forest: my friends and my foes, the people
who learnt to love and honour me, the desperate men who tried to kill me.
And, from amidst these last, comes one who alone of all of them yet
moves on earth, though where I know not, yet plans (as I do not doubt)
wickedness, yet turns women's hearts to softness and men's to fear and hate.
Where is young Rupert of Hentzau--the boy who came so nigh to beating me?
When his name comes into my head, I feel my hand grip and the blood
move quicker through my veins: and the hint of Fate--the presentiment--
seems to grow stronger and more definite, and to whisper insistently
in my ear that I have yet a hand to play with young Rupert;
therefore I exercise myself in arms, and seek to put off the day
when the vigour of youth must leave me.
One break comes every year in my quiet life. Then I go to Dresden,
and there I am met by my dear friend and companion, Fritz von Tarlenheim.
Last time, his pretty wife Helga came, and a lusty crowing baby with her.
And for a week Fritz and I are together, and I hear all of what falls out
in Strelsau; and in the evenings, as we walk and smoke together,
we talk of Sapt, and of the King, and often of young Rupert;
and, as the hours grow small, at last we speak of Flavia.
For every year Fritz carries with him to Dresden a little box;
in it lies a red rose, and round the stalk of the rose is a slip of paper
with the words written: "Rudolf--Flavia--always." And the like I send back
by him. That message, and the wearing of the rings, are all that
now bind me and the Queen of Ruritania. Far--nobler, as I hold her,
for the act--she has followed where her duty to her country and
her House led her, and is the wife of the King, uniting his subjects
to him by the love they bear to her, giving peace and quiet days
to thousands by her self-sacrifice. There are moments when I dare not
think of it, but there are others when I rise in spirit to where she
ever dwells; then I can thank God that I love the noblest lady in the world,
the most gracious and beautiful, and that there was nothing in my love
that made her fall short in her high duty.
Shall I see her face again--the pale face and the glorious hair?
Of that I know nothing; Fate has no hint, my heart no presentiment.
I do not know. In this world, perhaps--nay, it is likely--never.
And can it be that somewhere, in a manner whereof our flesh-bound
minds have no apprehension, she and I will be together again,
with nothing to come between us, nothing to forbid our love?
That I know not, nor wiser heads than mine. But if it be never--
if I can never hold sweet converse again with her, or look upon her face,
or know from her her love; why, then, this side the grave, I will live
as becomes the man whom she loves; and, for the other side,
I must pray a dreamless sleep.
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inhabitants, institutions, scenery, fauna, flora, or other features?
Had I not simply wasted my time in my usual frivolous,
good-for-nothing way? That was the aspect of the matter which,
I was obliged to admit, would present itself to my sister-in-law;
and against a verdict based on such evidence, I had really no
defence to offer. It may be supposed, then, that I presented myself
in Park Lane in a shamefaced, sheepish fashion. On the whole,
my reception was not so alarming as I had feared. It turned out
that I had done, not what Rose wished, but--the next best thing--
what she prophesied. She had declared that I should make no notes,
record no observations,gather no materials. My brother, on the other hand,
had been weak enough to maintain that a serious resolve had at length
animated me.
When I returned empty-handed, Rose was so occupied in triumphing
over Burlesdon that she let me down quite easily,
devoting the greater part of her reproaches to my failure
to advertise my friends of my whereabouts.
"We've wasted a lot of time trying to find you," she said.
"I know you have," said I. "Half our ambassadors have led
weary lives on my account. George Featherly told me so.
But why should you have been anxious? I can take care of myself."
"Oh, it wasn't that," she cried scornfully, "but I wanted to tell
you about Sir Jacob Borrodaile. You know, he's got an Embassy
--at least, he will have in a month--and he wrote to say he
hoped you would go with him."
"Where's he going to?"
"He's going to succeed Lord Topham at Strelsau," said she.
"You couldn't have a nicer place, short of Paris."
"Strelsau! H'm!" said I, glancing at my brother.
"Oh, THAT doesn't matter!" exclaimed Rose impatiently.
"Now, you will go, won't you?"
"I don't know that I care about it!"
"Oh, you're too exasperating!"
"And I don't think I can go to Strelsau. My dear Rose, would
it be--suitable?"
"Oh, nobody remembers that horrid old story now."
Upon this, I took out of my pocket a portrait of the King of
Ruritania. It had been taken a month or two before he ascended
the throne. She could not miss my point when I said, putting it
into her hands:
"In case you've not seen, or not noticed, a picture of Rudolf V,
there he is. Don't you think they might recall the story, if I
appeared at the Court of Ruritania?"
My sister-in-law looked at the portrait, and then at me.
"Good gracious!" she said, and flung the photograph down on the table.
"What do you say, Bob?" I asked.
Burlesdon got up, went to a corner of the room, and searched
in a heap of newspapers. Presently he came back with a copy
of the Illustrated London News. Opening the paper, he displayed
a double-page engraving of the Coronation of Rudolf V at Strelsau.
The photograph and the picture he laid side by side. I sat
at the table fronting them; and, as I looked, I grew absorbed.
My eye travelled from my own portrait to Sapt, to Strakencz, to the
rich robes of the Cardinal, to Black Michael's face, to the stately
figure of the princess by his side. Long I looked and eagerly.
I was roused by my brother's hand on my shoulder. He was gazing
down at me with a puzzled expression.
"It's a remarkablelikeness, you see," said I. "I really think
I had better not go to Ruritania."
Rose, though half convinced, would not abandon her position.
"It's just an excuse," she said pettishly. "You don't want
to do anything. Why, you might become an ambassador!"
"I don't think I want to be an ambassador," said I.
"It's more than you ever will be," she retorted.
That is very likely true, but it is not more than I have been.
The idea of being an ambassador could scarcely dazzle me.
I had been a king!
So pretty Rose left us in dudgeon; and Burlesdon, lighting a cigarette,
looked at me still with that curious gaze.
"That picture in the paper--" he said.
"Well, what of it? It shows that the King of Ruritania
and your humble servant are as like as two peas."
My brother shook his head.
"I suppose so," he said. "But I should know you from the man
in the photograph."
"And not from the picture in the paper?"
"I should know the photograph from the picture: the picture's
very like the photograph, but--"
"Well?"
"It's more like you!" said my brother.
My brother is a good man and true--so that, for all that he
is a married man and mighty fond of his wife, he should know
any secret of mine. But this secret was not mine,
and I could not tell it to him.
"I don't think it's so much like me as the photograph,"
said I boldly. "But, anyhow, Bob, I won't go to Strelsau."
"No, don't go to Strelsau, Rudolf," said he.
And whether he suspects anything, or has a glimmer of the truth,
I do not know. If he has, he keeps it to himself, and he and I
never refer to it. And we let Sir Jacob Borrodaile find another attache.
Since all these events whose history I have set down happened
I have lived a very quiet life at a small house which I have
taken in the country. The ordinary ambitions and aims of men
in my position seem to me dull and unattractive. I have little
fancy for the whirl of society, and none for the jostle of politics.
Lady Burlesdon utterly despairs of me; my neighbours think me
an indolent, dreamy, unsociable fellow. Yet I am a young man;
and sometimes I have a fancy--the superstitious would call it
a presentiment--that my part in life is not yet altogether played;
that, somehow and some day, I shall mix again in great affairs,
I shall again spin policies in a busy brain, match my wits against
my enemies', brace my muscles to fight a good fight and strike stout blows.
Such is the tissue of my thoughts as, with gun or rod in
hand, I wander through the woods or by the side of the stream.
Whether the fancy will be fulfilled, I cannot tell--still less whether
the scene that, led by memory, I lay for my new exploits will be
the true one--for I love to see myself once again in the crowded
streets of Strelsau, or beneath the frowning keep of the Castle of Zenda.
Thus led, my broodings leave the future, and turn back on the
past. Shapes rise before me in long array--the wild first revel
with the King, the rush with my brave tea-table, the night in the moat,
the pursuit in the forest: my friends and my foes, the people
who learnt to love and honour me, the desperate men who tried to kill me.
And, from amidst these last, comes one who alone of all of them yet
moves on earth, though where I know not, yet plans (as I do not doubt)
wickedness, yet turns women's hearts to softness and men's to fear and hate.
Where is young Rupert of Hentzau--the boy who came so nigh to beating me?
When his name comes into my head, I feel my hand grip and the blood
move quicker through my veins: and the hint of Fate--the presentiment--
seems to grow stronger and more definite, and to whisper insistently
in my ear that I have yet a hand to play with young Rupert;
therefore I exercise myself in arms, and seek to put off the day
when the vigour of youth must leave me.
One break comes every year in my quiet life. Then I go to Dresden,
and there I am met by my dear friend and companion, Fritz von Tarlenheim.
Last time, his pretty wife Helga came, and a lusty crowing baby with her.
And for a week Fritz and I are together, and I hear all of what falls out
in Strelsau; and in the evenings, as we walk and smoke together,
we talk of Sapt, and of the King, and often of young Rupert;
and, as the hours grow small, at last we speak of Flavia.
For every year Fritz carries with him to Dresden a little box;
in it lies a red rose, and round the stalk of the rose is a slip of paper
with the words written: "Rudolf--Flavia--always." And the like I send back
by him. That message, and the wearing of the rings, are all that
now bind me and the Queen of Ruritania. Far--nobler, as I hold her,
for the act--she has followed where her duty to her country and
her House led her, and is the wife of the King, uniting his subjects
to him by the love they bear to her, giving peace and quiet days
to thousands by her self-sacrifice. There are moments when I dare not
think of it, but there are others when I rise in spirit to where she
ever dwells; then I can thank God that I love the noblest lady in the world,
the most gracious and beautiful, and that there was nothing in my love
that made her fall short in her high duty.
Shall I see her face again--the pale face and the glorious hair?
Of that I know nothing; Fate has no hint, my heart no presentiment.
I do not know. In this world, perhaps--nay, it is likely--never.
And can it be that somewhere, in a manner whereof our flesh-bound
minds have no apprehension, she and I will be together again,
with nothing to come between us, nothing to forbid our love?
That I know not, nor wiser heads than mine. But if it be never--
if I can never hold sweet converse again with her, or look upon her face,
or know from her her love; why, then, this side the grave, I will live
as becomes the man whom she loves; and, for the other side,
I must pray a dreamless sleep.
End
- aspect [´æspekt]
n.面貌；神色；方向 (初中英语单词) - supposed [sə´pəuzd] a.想象的；假定的 (初中英语单词)
- maintain [mein´tein] vt.维持；保持；继续 (初中英语单词)
- resolve [ri´zɔlv] v.决心 n.决心；刚毅 (初中英语单词)
- account [ə´kaunt] vi.说明 vt.认为 n.帐目 (初中英语单词)
- anxious [´æŋkʃəs] a.担忧的；渴望的 (初中英语单词)
- presently [´prezəntli] ad.不久；目前 (初中英语单词)
- opening [´əupəniŋ] n.开放；开端 a.开始的 (初中英语单词)
- princess [,prin´ses] n.公主；王妃；亲王夫人 (初中英语单词)
- remarkable [ri´mɑ:kəbl] a.值得注意的；显著的 (初中英语单词)
- abandon [ə´bændən] vt.抛弃，放弃，离弃 (初中英语单词)
- ambassador [æm´bæsədə] n.大使 (初中英语单词)
- humble [´hʌmbəl] a.谦卑的 vt.贬抑 (初中英语单词)
- altogether [,ɔ:ltə´geðə] ad.完全；总而言之 (初中英语单词)
- wander [´wɔndə, ´wɑ:n:dər] v.徘徊；流浪 (初中英语单词)
- pursuit [pə´sju:t] n.追踪；追击；事务 (初中英语单词)
- learnt [lə:nt] learn 的过去式(分词) (初中英语单词)
- desperate [´despərit] a.拼死的；绝望的 (初中英语单词)
- definite [´definit] a.确定的，明确的 (初中英语单词)
- whisper [´wispə] v.耳语 n.低语；沙沙声 (初中英语单词)
- companion [kəm´pæniən] n.同伴；同事；伴侣 (初中英语单词)
- gracious [´greiʃəs] a.和蔼可亲的；任慈的 (初中英语单词)
- glorious [´glɔ:riəs] a.光荣的；辉煌的 (初中英语单词)
- forbid [fə´bid] vt.禁止，不许，阻止 (初中英语单词)
- scenery [´si:nəri] n.舞台布景 (高中英语单词)
- reception [ri´sepʃən] n.接待；欢迎；招待会 (高中英语单词)
- advertise [´ædvətaiz] v.登(做)广告；通知 (高中英语单词)
- horrid [´hɔrid] a.令人讨厌的；极糟的 (高中英语单词)
- portrait [´pɔ:trit] n.肖像；相片；雕像 (高中英语单词)
- throne [θrəun] n.宝座；王位 (高中英语单词)
- cardinal [´kɑ:dinəl] a.主要的 n.深红色 (高中英语单词)
- likeness [´laiknis] n.相似；肖像；外表 (高中英语单词)
- dazzle [´dæz(ə)l] vt.使茫然 n.炫耀 (高中英语单词)
- mighty [´maiti] a.强有力的 ad.很 (高中英语单词)
- boldly [´bəuldli] ad.大胆地；醒目地 (高中英语单词)
- tissue [´tiʃu:, -sju:] n.织物，薄绢，纸 (高中英语单词)
- vigour [´vigə] (=vigor) n.活力；精力 (高中英语单词)
- apprehension [,æpri´henʃən] n.理解；忧虑；逮捕 (高中英语单词)
- converse [´kɔnvə:s] n.交谈 a.相反的 (高中英语单词)
- verdict [´və:dikt] n.裁决，判决；判定 (英语四级单词)
- trying [´traiiŋ] a.难堪的；费劲的 (英语四级单词)
- coronation [,kɔrə´neiʃən] n.加冕典礼 (英语四级单词)
- lighting [´laitiŋ] n.照明，发光 (英语四级单词)
- glimmer [´glimə] n.&vi.闪光 (英语四级单词)
- jostle [´dʒɔsəl] v.&n.推，撞，挤(人) (英语四级单词)
- superstitious [,sju:pə´stiʃəs] a.迷信的 (英语四级单词)
- amidst [ə´midst] prep.=amid (英语四级单词)
- whereof [weər´ɔv] ad.关于什么；关于那事 (英语四级单词)
- engraving [in´greiviŋ] n.雕刻术；雕板 (英语六级单词)
- dreamy [´dri:mi] a.心不在焉的；朦胧的 (英语六级单词)
- softness [´sɔftnis] n.柔软；柔和；温柔 (英语六级单词)
- beating [´bi:tiŋ] n.敲；搅打；失败 (英语六级单词)
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