Upon hearing this news, Pao-yu there and then turned round and told dowager lady Chia; and the old lady issued directions to depute some trustworthy persons to accompany him. "Let him go," (she said), "and satisfy his feelings towards his fellow-scholar; but as soon as he has done, he must come back; and don"t let him tarry too long."
Pao-yu with hurried step left the room and came and changed his clothes.
But as on his arrival outside, the carriage had not as yet been got ready, he fell into such a state of excitement, that he went round and round all over the hall in quite an erratic manner. In a short while, after pressure had been brought to bear, the carriage arrived, and speedily mounting the vehicle, he drove up to the door of Ch"in Chung"s house, followed by Li Kuei, Ming Yen and the other servants. Everything was quiet. Not a soul was about. Like a hive of bees they flocked into the house, to the astonishment of two distant aunts, and of several male cousins of Ch"in Chung, all of whom had no time to effect their retreat.
Ch"in Chung had, by this time, had two or three fainting fits, and had already long ago been changed his mat. As soon as Pao-yu realised the situation, he felt unable to repress himself from bursting forth aloud.
Li Kuei promptly reasoned with him. "You shouldn"t go on in this way,"
he urged, "you shouldn"t. It"s because Mr. Ch"in is so weak that lying flat on the stove-couch naturally made his bones feel uncomfortable; and that"s why he has temporarily been removed down here to ease him a little. But if you, sir, go on in this way, will you not, instead of doing him any good, aggravate his illness?"
At these words, Pao-yu accordingly restrained himself, and held his tongue; and drawing near, he gazed at Ch"in Chung"s face, which was as white as wax, while with closed eyes, he gasped for breath, rolling about on his pillow.
"Brother Ching," speedily exclaimed Pao-yu, "Pao-yu is here!" But though he shouted out two or three consecutive times, Ch"in Chung did not heed him.
"Pao-yu has come!" Pao-yu went on again to cry. But Ch"in Chung"s spirit had already departed from his body, leaving behind only a faint breath of superfluous air in his lungs.
He had just caught sight of a number of recording devils, holding a warrant and carrying chains, coming to seize him, but Ch"in Chung"s soul would on no account go along with them; and remembering how that there was in his home no one to a.s.sume the direction of domestic affairs, and feeling concerned that Chih Neng had as yet no home, he consequently used hundreds of arguments in his entreaties to the recording devils; but alas! these devils would, none of them, show him any favour. On the contrary, they heaped invectives upon Ch"in Chung.
"You"re fortunate enough to be a man of letters," they insinuated, "and don"t you know the common saying that: "if the Prince of h.e.l.l call upon you to die at the third watch, who can presume to retain you, a human being, up to the fifth watch?" In our abode, in the unseen, high as well as low, have all alike a face made of iron, and heed not selfish motives; unlike the mortal world, where favouritism and partiality prevail. There exist therefore many difficulties in the way (to our yielding to your wishes)."
While this fuss was going on, Ch"in Chung"s spirit suddenly grasped the four words, "Pao-yu has come," and without loss of time, it went on again to make further urgent appeals. "Gentlemen, spiritual deputies,"
it exclaimed; "show me a little mercy and allow me to return to make just one remark to an intimate friend of mine, and I"ll be back again."
"What intimate friend is this again?" the devils observed with one voice.
"I"m not deceiving you, gentlemen," rejoined Ch"in Chung; "it"s the grandson of the duke of Jung Kuo, whose infant name is Pao-yu."
The Decider of life was, at first, upon hearing these words, so seized with dismay that he vehemently abused the devils sent on the errand.
"I told you," he shouted, "to let him go back for a turn; but you would by no means comply with my words! and now do you wait until he has summoned a man of glorious fortune and prosperous standing to at last desist?"
When the company of devils perceived the manner of the Decider of life, they were all likewise so seized with consternation that they bustled with hand and feet; while with hearts also full of resentment: "You, sir," they replied, "were at one time such a terror, formidable as lightning; and are you not forsooth able to listen with equanimity to the two sounds of "Pao-yu?" our humble idea is that mortal as he is, and immortal as we are, it wouldn"t be to our credit if we feared him!"
But whether Ch"in Chung, after all, died or survived, the next chapter will explain.
CHAPTER XVII.
In the Ta Kuan Garden, (Broad Vista,) the merits of Pao-yu are put to the test, by his being told to write devices for scrolls and tablets.
Yuan Ch"un returns to the Jung Kuo mansion, on a visit to her parents, and offers her congratulations to them on the feast of lanterns, on the fifteenth of the first moon.
Ch"in Chung, to resume our story, departed this life, and Pao-yu went on so unceasingly in his bitter lamentations, that Li Kuei and the other servants had, for ever so long, an arduous task in trying to comfort him before he desisted; but on his return home he was still exceedingly disconsolate.
Dowager lady Chia afforded monetary a.s.sistance to the amount of several tens of taels; and exclusive of this, she had sacrificial presents likewise got ready. Pao-yu went and paid a visit of condolence to the family, and after seven days the funeral and burial took place, but there are no particulars about them which could be put on record.
Pao-yu, however, continued to mourn (his friend) from day to day, and was incessant in his remembrance of him, but there was likewise no help for it. Neither is it known after how many days he got over his grief.
On this day, Chia Chen and the others came to tell Chia Cheng that the works in the garden had all been reported as completed, and that Mr.
Chia She had already inspected them. "It only remains," (they said), "for you, sir, to see them; and should there possibly be anything which is not proper, steps will be at once taken to effect the alterations, so that the tablets and scrolls may conveniently be written."
After Chia Cheng had listened to these words, he pondered for a while.
"These tablets and scrolls," he remarked, "present however a difficult task. According to the rites, we should, in order to obviate any shortcoming, request the imperial consort to deign and compose them; but if the honourable consort does not gaze upon the scenery with her own eyes, it will also be difficult for her to conceive its nature and indite upon it! And were we to wait until the arrival of her highness, to request her to honour the grounds with a visit, before she composes the inscriptions, such a wide landscape, with so many pavilions and arbours, will, without one character in the way of a motto, albeit it may abound with flowers, willows, rockeries, and streams, nevertheless in no way be able to show off its points of beauty to advantage."
The whole party of family companions, who stood by, smiled. "Your views, remarkable sir," they ventured, "are excellent; but we have now a proposal to make. Tablets and scrolls for every locality cannot, on any account, be dispensed with, but they could not likewise, by any means, be determined upon for good! Were now, for the time being, two, three or four characters fixed upon, harmonising with the scenery, to carry out, for form"s sake, the idea, and were they provisionally utilised as mottoes for the lanterns, tablets and scrolls, and hung up, pending the arrival of her highness, and her visit through the grounds, when she could be requested to decide upon the devices, would not two exigencies be met with satisfactorily?"
"Your views are perfectly correct," observed Chia Cheng, after he had heard their suggestion; "and we should go to-day and have a look at the place so as then to set to work to write the inscriptions; which, if suitable, can readily be used; and, if unsuitable, Yu-ts"un can then be sent for, and asked to compose fresh ones."
The whole company smiled. "If you, sir, were to compose them to-day,"
they ventured, "they are sure to be excellent; and what need will there be again to wait for Yu-ts"un!"
"You people are not aware," Chia Cheng added with a smiling countenance, "that I"ve been, even in my young days, very mediocre in the composition of stanzas on flowers, birds, rockeries and streams; and that now that I"m well up in years and have moreover the fatigue and trouble of my official duties, I"ve become in literary compositions like these, which require a light heart and gladsome mood, still more inapt. Were I even to succeed in composing any, they will unavoidably be so doltish and forced that they would contrariwise be instrumental in making the flowers, trees, garden and pavilions, through their demerits, lose in beauty, and present instead no pleasing feature."
"This wouldn"t anyhow matter," remonstrated all the family companions, "for after perusing them we can all decide upon them together, each one of us recommending those he thinks best; which if excellent can be kept, and if faulty can be discarded; and there"s nothing unfeasible about this!"
"This proposal is most apposite," rejoined Chia Cheng. "What"s more, the weather is, I rejoice, fine to-day; so let"s all go in a company and have a look."
Saying this, he stood up and went forward, at the head of the whole party; while Chia Chen betook himself in advance into the garden to let every one know of their coming. As luck would have it, Pao-yu--for he had been these last few days thinking of Ch"in Chung and so ceaselessly sad and wounded at heart, that dowager lady Chia had frequently directed the servants to take him into the new garden to play--made his entrance just at this very time, and suddenly became aware of the arrival of Chia Chen, who said to him with a smile, "Don"t you yet run away as fast as you can? Mr. Chia Cheng will be coming in a while."
At these words, Pao-yu led off his nurse and the youths, and rushed at once out of the garden, like a streak of smoke; but as he turned a corner, he came face to face with Chia Cheng, who was advancing towards that direction, at the head of all the visitors; and as he had no time to get out of the way, the only course open to him was to stand on one side.
Chia Cheng had, of late, heard the tutor extol him by saying that he displayed special ability in rhyming ant.i.thetical lines, and that although he did not like to read his books, he nevertheless possessed some depraved talents, and hence it was that he was induced at this moment to promptly bid him follow him into the garden, with the intent of putting him to the test.
Pao-yu could not make out what his object was, but he was compelled to follow. As soon as they reached the garden gate, and he caught sight of Chia Chen, standing on one side, along with several managers: "See that the garden gate is closed for a time," Chia Cheng exclaimed, "for we"ll first see the outside and then go in."
Chia Chen directed a servant to close the gate, and Chia Cheng first looked straight ahead of him towards the gate and espied on the same side as the main entrance a suite of five apartments. Above, the cylindrical tiles resembled the backs of mud eels. The doors, railings, windows, and frames were all finely carved with designs of the new fashion, and were painted neither in vermilion nor in white colours. The whole extent of the walls was of polished bricks of uniform colour; while below, the white marble on the terrace and steps was engraved with western foreign designs; and when he came to look to the right and to the left, everything was white as snow. At the foot of the white-washed walls, tiger-skin pebbles were, without regard to pattern, promiscuously inserted in the earth in such a way as of their own selves to form streaks. Nothing fell in with the custom of gaudiness and display so much in vogue, so that he naturally felt full of delight; and, when he forthwith asked that the gate should be thrown open, all that met their eyes was a long stretch of verdant hills, which shut in the view in front of them.
"What a fine hill, what a pretty hill!" exclaimed all the companions with one voice.
"Were it not for this one hill," Chia Cheng explained, "whatever scenery is contained in it would clearly strike the eye, as soon as one entered into the garden, and what pleasure would that have been?"
"Quite so," rejoined all of them. "But without large hills and ravines in one"s breast (liberal capacities), how could one attain such imagination!"
After the conclusion of this remark, they cast a glance ahead of them, and perceived white rugged rocks looking, either like goblins, or resembling savage beasts, lying either crossways, or in horizontal or upright positions; on the surface of which grew moss and lichen with mottled hues, or parasitic plants, which screened off the light; while, slightly visible, wound, among the rocks, a narrow pathway like the intestines of a sheep.
"If we were now to go and stroll along by this narrow path," Chia Cheng suggested, "and to come out from over there on our return, we shall have been able to see the whole grounds."
Having finished speaking, he asked Chia Chen to lead the way; and he himself, leaning on Pao-yu, walked into the gorge with leisurely step.
Raising his head, he suddenly beheld on the hill a block of stone, as white as the surface of a looking-gla.s.s, in a site which was, in very deed, suitable to be left for an inscription, as it was bound to meet the eye.
"Gentlemen," Chia Cheng observed, as he turned his head round and smiled, "please look at this spot. What name will it be fit to give it?"
When the company heard his remark, some maintained that the two words "Heaped verdure" should be written; and others upheld that the device should be "Embroidered Hill." Others again suggested: "Vying with the Hsiang Lu;" and others recommended "the small Chung Nan." And various kinds of names were proposed, which did not fall short of several tens.
All the visitors had been, it must be explained, aware at an early period of the fact that Chia Cheng meant to put Pao-yu"s ability to the test, and for this reason they merely proposed a few combinations in common use. But of this intention, Pao-yu himself was likewise cognizant.
After listening to the suggestions, Chia Cheng forthwith turned his head round and bade Pao-yu think of some motto.
"I"ve often heard," Pao-yu replied, "that writers of old opine that it"s better to quote an old saying than to compose a new one; and that an old engraving excels in every respect an engraving of the present day.