interlude(玛丽罗茨莱因哈特惊人的幕间表演)-第24章
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though they were mutely curious at first； soon they were asking questions。
How long had she been there？ What did she do？ Wasn't it dangerous？
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〃Not so dangerous as it looks；〃 said Sara Lee； smiling。 〃The Germans
seldom bother the town now。 It is not worth while。〃
Later on they went over the house。 They climbed the broken staircase
nd stared toward the break in the poplar trees； from the roofless floor
above。
〃Some girl！〃 one of them said in an undertone。
The others were gazing intently toward the Front。 Never before had
they been so close。 Never had they seen a ruined town。 War； until now； had
been a thing of Valcartier； of a long voyage； of much drill in the mud at
Salisbury Plain。 Now here they saw； at their feet； what war could do。
〃Damn them！〃 said one of the boys suddenly。 〃Fellows； we'll get back
at them soon。〃
So they went away； a trifle silent and very grateful。 But before they left
they had a glimpse of Sara Lee's room； with the corner gone； and Harvey's
picture on the mantel。
〃Some girl！〃 they repeated as they drove up the street。 It was the
tribute of inarticulate youth。
Sara Lee went back to her bandages and her thoughts。 She had not a
great deal of time to think； what with the officers stopping in to fight their
paper…and…pin battles； and with letters to write and dressings to make and
supplies to order。 She began to have many visitors … officers from the
French lines； correspondents on tours of the Front； and once even an
English cabinet member； who took six precious lumps of sugar in his tea
nd dug a piece of shell out of the wall with his pocketknife as a souvenir。
Once a British aviator brought his machine down in the field by the
mill； and walked over with the stiff stride of a man who has been for hours
in the air。 She gave him tea and bread and butter； and she learned then of
the big fighting that was to come。
When she was alone she thought about Henri。 Generally her thoughts
were tender； always they were grateful。 But she was greatly puzzled。 He
had said that he loved her。 Then； if he loved her； why should he not be
gentle and kind to her？ Men did not hurt the women they loved。 And
because she was hurt； she was rather less than just。 He had not asked her
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to marry him。 He had said that he loved her； but that was different。 And the
insidious poison of Harvey's letter about foreigners began to have its
effect。
The truth was that she was tired。 The strain was telling on her。 And at a
time when she needed every moral support Henri had drawn off behind a
wall of misery； and all her efforts at a renewal of their old friendship only
brought up against a sort of stony despair。
There were times； too； when she grew a little frightened。 She was so
alone。 What if Henri went away altogether？ What if he took away the little
car； and his protection； and the supplies that came so regularly？ It was not
a selfish fear。 It was for her work that she trembled。
For the first time she realized her complete dependence on his good
will。 And now and then she felt that it would be good to see Harvey again；
and be safe from all worry； and not have to depend on a man who loved
her as Henri did。 For that she never doubted。 Inexperienced as she was in
such matters； she knew that the boy loved her。 Just how wildly she did not
know until later； too late to undo what the madness had done。
Then one day a strange thing happened。 It had been raining； and when
in the late afternoon the sun came out it gleamed in the puddles that filled
the shell holes in the road and set to a red blaze the windows of the house
of the mill。
First； soaring overhead； came a half dozen friendly planes。 Next； the
eyes of the enemy having thus been blinded； so to speak； there came a
regiment of fresh troops； swinging down the street for all the world as
though the German Army was safely drinking beer in Munich。 They
passed Rene； standing open…mouthed in the doorway； and one wag of a
Belgian boy； out of sheer joy of spring； did the goose step as he passed the
little sentry and； head screwed round in the German salute； crossed his
eyes over his impudent nose。
Came； then； the planes。 Came the regiment； which turned off into a
field and there spread itself； like a snake uncoiling； into a double line。
Came a machine； gray and battered； containing officers。 Came a general
with gold braid on his shoulder； and a pleasant smile。 Came the strange
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event。
The general found Sara Lee in the salle manger cutting cotton into
three…inch squares； and he stood in the doorway and bowed profoundly。
〃Mademoiselle Kennedy？〃 he inquired。
Sara Lee replied to that； and then gave a quick thought to her larder。
Because generals usually meant tea。 But this time at last Sara Lee was to
receive something； not to give。 She turned very white when she was told；
and said she had not deserved it； she was indeed on the verge of declining；
not knowing that there are certain things one does not decline。 But Marie
brought her hat and jacket … a smiling； tremulous Marie … and Sara Lee put
them on。
The general was very tall。 In her short skirt and with flying hair she
looked like a child beside him as they walked across the fields。 Suddenly
Sara Lee was terribly afraid she was going to cry。
The troops stood rigidly at attention。 And a cold wind flapped Sara
Lee's skirts； and the guns hammered at Ypres； and the general blew on his
fingers。 And soon a low open car came down the street and the King got
out。 Sara Lee watched him coming … his tall； slightly stooped figure； his
fair hair； his plain blue uniform。 Sara Lee had never seen a king before；
and she had always thought of them as sitting up on a sort of platform …
never as trudging through spring mud。
〃What shall I do？〃 she asked nervously。
〃He will shake hands； mademoiselle。 Bow as he approaches。 That is
all。〃
The amazing interlude； indeed！ With Sara Lee being decorated by the
King； and troops drawn up to do her honor； and over all the rumbling of
the great guns。 A palpitating and dazed Sara Lee； when the decoration was
fastened to her black jacket； a Sara Lee whose hat blew off at exactly the
worst moment and rolled； end on； like a hoop； into a puddle。
But； oddly； she did not mind about the hat。 She had only one conscious
thought just then。 She hoped that； wherever Uncle James might be in that
world of the gone before； he might know what was happening to her … or
even see it He would have liked it。 He had believed in the Belgians and in
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the King。 And now … The King did not go at once。 He went back to the
little house and went through it。 And he and one of his generals climbed to
the upper floor； and the King stood looking out silently toward the land he
loved and which for a time was no longer his。
He came down after a time； stooping his tall figure in the low doorway；
and said he would like some tea。 So Marie put the kettle on； and Sara Lee
and the King talked。 It was all rather dazing。 Every now and then she
forgot certain instructions whispered her by the general； and after a time
the King said： 〃Why do you do that； mademoiselle？〃
For Sara Lee； with an intent face and moving lips； had been stepping
backward。
Sara Lee flushed to the eyes。
〃Because； sire； I was told to remain at a distance of six feet。〃
〃But we are being informal；〃 said the King； smiling。 〃And it is a very
little room。〃
Sara Lee； who had been taught in the schoolroom that kings are
usurpers of the divine rights of the people … Sara Lee lost just a bit of her
staunch democracy that day。 She saw the King of the Belgians for what he
really was； a ruler； but a symbol as well。 He represented his country； as the
Flag she loved represented hers。 The flag was America； the King was
Belgium。 That was all。
It was a very humble and flushed Sara Lee who watched the gray car
go lying up the street later on。 She went in and told the whole story to
Harvey's picture； but it was difficult to feel that he was hearing。 His eyes
were turned away and his face was set and stern。 And at last she gave it up。
This thing which meant so much to her would never mean anything to
Harvey。 She knew； even then； what he would say。
〃Decorate you！ I should think they might。 Medals are cheap。
Everybody over there is getting medals。 You feed their men and risk your
life and your reputation； and they give you a thing to pin on。 It's cheap at
the price。〃
And later on those were Harvey's very words。 But to be fair to him
they were but the sloughing of a wound that would not heal。
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That evening Henri came again。 He was； for the first time； his gay self
again … at least on the surface。 It was as though； knowing what he was
going into； he would leave with Sara Lee no feeling； if he never returned；
that she had inflicted a lasting hurt。 He was everywhere in the little house；
elbowing his way among the men with his cheery nonsense； bantering the
weary ones until they smiled； carrying hot water for Sara Lee and helping
her now and then with a bad dressing。
〃If you would do it in this fashion； mademoiselle；〃 he would say； 〃with
one turn of the bandage over the elbow …〃
But it won't hold that way。〃
〃You say that to me； mademoiselle？ I who have taught you all you
know of bandaging？〃
They would wrangle a bit； and end by doing it in Sara Lee's way。
He had a fund of nonsense that he drew on； too； when a dressing was
painful。 It would run like this； to an early accompaniment of groans：
〃Pierre； what can you put in your left hand that you cannot place in the
right？ Stop grunting like a pig； and think； man！〃
Pierre
