the devotion of enriquez-第2部分

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of　any　avail。　　For；　seizing　a　guitar　from　one　of　the　musicians；　he

struck　a　few　chords；　and　suddenly　began　to　zigzag　into　the　center

of　the　floor；　swaying　his　body　languishingly　from　side　to　side　in

time　with　the　music　and　the　pitch　of　a　thin　Spanish　tenor。　　It　was

a　gypsy　love　song。　　Possibly　Miss　Mannersley's　lingual

accomplishments　did　not　include　a　knowledge　of　Castilian；　but　she

could　not　fail　to　see　that　the　gestures　and　illustrative　pantomime

were　addressed　to　her。　　Passionately　assuring　her　that　she　was　the

most　favored　daughter　of　the　Virgin；　that　her　eyes　were　like　votive

tapers；　and　yet　in　the　same　breath　accusing　her　of　being　a

〃brigand〃　and　〃assassin〃　in　her　attitude　toward　〃his　heart；〃　he

balanced　with　quivering　timidity　toward　her；　threw　an　imaginary

cloak　in　front　of　her　neat　boots　as　a　carpet　for　her　to　tread　on；

and　with　a　final　astonishing　pirouette　and　a　languishing　twang　of

his　guitar；　sank　on　one　knee；　and　blew；　with　a　rose；　a　kiss　at　her

feet。



If　I　had　been　seriously　angry　with　him　before　for　his　grotesque

extravagance；　I　could　have　pitied　him　now　for　the　young　girl's

absolute　unconsciousness　of　anything　but　his　utter　ludicrousness。

The　applause　of　dancers　and　bystanders　was　instantaneous　and

hearty；　her　only　contribution　to　it　was　a　slight　parting　of　her

thin　red　lips　in　a　half…incredulous　smile。　　In　the　silence　that

followed　the　applause；　as　Enriquez　walked　pantingly　away；　I　heard

her　saying；　half　to　herself；　〃Certainly　a　most　extraordinary

creature！〃　　In　my　indignation　I　could　not　help　turning　suddenly

upon　her　and　looking　straight　into　her　eyes。　　They　were　brown；　with

that　peculiar　velvet　opacity　common　to　the　pupils　of　nearsighted

persons；　and　seemed　to　defy　internal　scrutiny。　　She　only　repeated

carelessly；　〃Isn't　he？〃　and　added：　〃Please　see　if　you　can　find

Jocasta。　　I　suppose　we　ought　to　be　going　now；　and　I　dare　say　he

won't　be　doing　it　again。　　Ah！　there　she　is。　　Good　gracious；　child！

what　have　you　got　there？〃



It　was　Enriquez'　rose　which　Jocasta　had　picked　up；　and　was　timidly

holding　out　toward　her　mistress。



〃Heavens！　I　don't　want　it。　　Keep　it　yourself。〃



I　walked　with　them　to　the　door；　as　I　did　not　fancy　a　certain

glitter　in　the　black　eyes　of　the　Senoritas　Manuela　and　Pepita；　who

were　watching　her　curiously。　　But　I　think　she　was　as　oblivious　of

this　as　she　was　of　Enriquez'　particular　attentions。　　As　we　reached

the　street　I　felt　that　I　ought　to　say　something　more。



〃You　know；〃　I　began　casually；　〃that　although　those　poor　people　meet

here　in　this　public　way；　their　gathering　is　really　quite　a　homely

pastoral　and　a　national　custom；　and　these　girls　are　all　honest；

hardworking　peons　or　servants　enjoying　themselves　in　quite　the　old

idyllic　fashion。〃



〃Certainly；〃　said　the　young　girl；　half…abstractedly。　　〃Of　course

it's　a　Moorish　dance；　originally　brought　over；　I　suppose；　by　those

old　Andalusian　immigrants　two　hundred　years　ago。　　It's　quite　Arabic

in　its　suggestions。　　I　have　got　something　like　it　in　an　old

CANCIONERO　I　picked　up　at　a　bookstall　in　Boston。　　But；〃　she　added；

with　a　gasp　of　reminiscent　satisfaction；　〃that's　not　like　HIM！　　Oh；

no！　HE　is　decidedly　original。　　Heavens！　yes。〃



I　turned　away　in　some　discomfiture　to　join　Enriquez；　who　was　calmly

awaiting　me；　with　a　cigarette　in　his　mouth；　outside　the　sala。　　Yet

he　looked　so　unconscious　of　any　previous　absurdity　that　I　hesitated

in　what　I　thought　was　a　necessary　warning。　　He；　however；　quickly

precipitated　it。　　Glancing　after　the　retreating　figures　of　the　two

women；　he　said：　〃Thees　mees　from　Boston　is　return　to　her　house。

You　do　not　accompany　her？　　I　shall。　　Behold　meI　am　there。〃　　But　I

linked　my　arm　firmly　in　his。　　Then　I　pointed　out；　first；　that　she

was　already　accompanied　by　a　servant；　secondly；　that　if　I；　who　knew

her；　had　hesitated　to　offer　myself　as　an　escort；　it　was　hardly

proper　for　him；　a　perfect　stranger；　to　take　that　liberty；　that　Miss

Mannersley　was　very　punctilious　of　etiquette；　which　he；　as　a

Castilian　gentleman；　ought　to　appreciate。



〃But　will　she　not　regard　lofethe　admiration　excessif？〃　he　said；

twirling　his　thin　little　mustache　meditatively。



〃No；　she　will　not；〃　I　returned　sharply；　〃and　you　ought　to

understand　that　she　is　on　a　different　level　from　your　Manuelas　and

Carmens。〃



〃Pardon；　my　friend；〃　he　said　gravely；　〃thees　women　are　ever　the

same。　　There　is　a　proverb　in　my　language。　　Listen：　'Whether　the

sharp　blade　of　the　Toledo　pierce　the　satin　or　the　goatskin；　it

shall　find　behind　it　ever　the　same　heart　to　wound。'　　I　am　that

Toledo　bladepossibly　it　is　you；　my　friend。　　Wherefore；　let　us

together　pursue　this　girl　of　Boston　on　the　instant。〃



But　I　kept　my　grasp　on　Enriquez'　arm；　and　succeeded　in　restraining

his　mercurial　impulses　for　the　moment。　　He　halted；　and　puffed

vigorously　at　his　cigarette；　but　the　next　instant　he　started

forward　again。　　〃Let　us；　however；　follow　with　discretion　in　the

rear；　we　shall　pass　her　house；　we　shall　gaze　at　it；　it　shall　touch

her　heart。〃



Ridiculous　as　was　this　following　of　the　young　girl　we　had　only　just

parted　from；　I　nevertheless　knew　that　Enriquez　was　quite　capable　of

attempting　it　alone；　and　I　thought　it　better　to　humor　him　by

consenting　to　walk　with　him　in　that　direction；　but　I　felt　it

necessary　to　say：



〃I　ought　to　warn　you　that　Miss　Mannersley　already　looks　upon　your

performances　at　the　sala　as　something　outre　and　peculiar；　and　if　I

were　you　I　shouldn't　do　anything　to　deepen　that　impression。〃



〃You　are　saying　she　ees　shock？〃　said　Enriquez；　gravely。



I　felt　I　could　not　conscientiously　say　that　she　was　shocked；　and　he

saw　my　hesitation。　　〃Then　she　have　jealousy　of　the　senoritas；〃　he

observed；　with　insufferable　complacency。　　〃You　observe！　　I　have

already　said。　　It　is　ever　so。〃



I　could　stand　it　no　longer。　　〃Look　here；　Harry；〃　I　said；　〃if　you

must　know　it；　she　looks　upon　you　as　an　acrobata　paid　performer。〃



〃Ah！〃his　black　eyes　sparkled〃the　torero；　the　man　who　fights　the

bull；　he　is　also　an　acrobat。〃



〃Yes；　but　she　thinks　you　a　clown！a　GRACIOSO　DE　TEATROthere！〃



〃Then　I　have　make　her　laugh？〃　he　said　coolly。



I　don't　think　he　had；　but　I　shrugged　my　shoulders。



〃BUENO！〃　he　said　cheerfully。　　〃Lofe；　he　begin　with　a　laugh；　he　make

feenish　with　a　sigh。〃



I　turned　to　look　at　him　in　the　moonlight。　　His　face　presented　its

habitual　Spanish　gravitya　gravity　that　was　almost　ironical。　　His

small　black　eyes　had　their　characteristic　irresponsible　audacity

the　irresponsibility　of　the　vivacious　young　animal。　　It　could　not

be　possible　that　he　was　really　touched　with　the　placid　frigidities

of　Miss　Mannersley。　　I　remembered　his　equally　elastic　gallantries

with　Miss　Pinkey　Smith；　a　blonde　Western　belle；　from　which　both　had

harmlessly　rebounded。　　As　we　walked　on　slowly　I　continued　more

persuasively：　〃Of　course　this　is　only　your　nonsense；　but　don't　you

see；　Miss　Mannersley　thinks　it　all　in　earnest　and　really　your

nature？〃　　I　hesitated；　for　it　suddenly　struck　me　that　it　WAS　really

his　nature。　　〃Andhang　it　all！you　don't　want　her　to　believe　you

a　common　buffoon。；　or　some　intoxicated　muchacho。〃



〃Intoxicated？〃　repeated　Enriquez；　with　exasperating　languishment。

〃Yes；　that　is　the　word　that　shall　express　itself。　　My　friend；　you

have　made　a　shot　in　the　centeryou　have　ring　the　bell　every　time！

It　is　intoxicationbut　not　of　aguardiente。　　Look！　　I　have　long

time　an　ancestor　of　whom　is　a　pretty　story。　　One　day　in　church　he

have　seen　a　young　girla　mere　peasant　girlpass　to　the

confessional。　　He　look　her　in　her　eye；　he　stagger〃here　Enriquez

wobbled　pantomimically　into　the　road〃he　fall！〃he　would　have

suited　the　action　to　the　word　if　I　had　not　firmly　held　him　up。

〃They　have　taken　him　home；　where　he　have　remain　without　his

clothes；　and　have　dance　and　sing。　　But　it　was　the　drunkenness　of

lofe。　　And；　look　you；　thees　village　girl　was　a　nothing；　not　even

pretty。　　The　name　of　my　ancestor　was〃



〃Don　Quixote　de　La　Mancha；〃　I　suggested　maliciously。　　〃I　suspected

as　much。　　Come　along。　　That　will　do。〃



〃My　ancestor's　name；〃　continued　Enriquez；　gravely；　〃was　Antonio

Hermenegildo　de　Salvatierra；　which　is　not　the　same。　　Thees　Don

Quixote　of　whom　you　speak　exist　not　at　all。〃



〃Never　mind。　　Only；　for　heaven's　sake；　as　we　are　nearing　the　house；

don't　make　a　fool　of　yourself　again。〃



It　was　a　wonderful　moonlight　night。　　The　deep　redwood　porch　of　the

Mannersley　parsonage；　under　the　shadow　of　a　great　oakthe　largest

in　the　Encinalwas　diapered　in　black　and　silver。　　As　the　women

stepped　upon　the　porch　their　shadows　were　silhouetted　against　the

door。　　Miss　Mannersley　paused　for　an　instant；　and　turned　to　give　a

last　look　at　the　beauty　of　the　night　as　Jocasta　entered。　　Her

glance　fell　upon　us　as　we　passed。　　She　nodded　carelessly　and

unaffectedly　to　me；　but　as　she　recognized　Enriquez　she　looked　a

little　longer　at　him　with　her　previous　cold　and　invincible

curiosity。　　To　my　horror　Enriquez　began　instantly　to　affect　a

slight　tremulousness　of　gait　and　a　difficulty　of　breathing；　but　I

gripped　his　arm　savagely；　and　managed　to　get　him　past　the　house　as

the　door　closed　finally　on　the　young　lady。



〃You　do　not　comprehend；　friend　Pancho；〃　he　said　gravely；　〃but　those

eyes　in　their　glass　are　as　the　ESPEJO　USTORIO；　the　burning　mirror。

They　burn；　they　consume　me　here　like　paper。　　Let　us　affix　to

ourselves　thees　tree。　　She　will；　without　doubt；　appear　at　her

window。　　We　shall　salute　her　for　good　night。〃



〃We　will　do　nothing　of　the　kind；〃　I　said　sharply。　　Finding　that　I

was　determined；　he　permitted　me　to　lead　him　away。　　I　was　delighted

to　notice；　however；　that　he　had　indicated　the　window　which　I　knew

was　the　minister's　study；　and　that　as　the　bedrooms　were　in　the　rear

of　the　house；　this　later　incident　was　probably　not　overseen　by　the

young　lady　or　the　servant。　　But　I　did　not　part　from　Enriquez　until

I　saw　him　safely　back　to　the　sala；　where　I　le