Pao Kuan and her companion could not fathom why he was so red and inquired of him the reason. Pao-yu told them. "Wait a while," Pao Kuan said, "until Mr. Ch"iang Secundus comes; and when he asks her to sing, she is bound to sing."
Pao-yu at these words felt very sad within himself. "Where"s brother Ch"iang gone to?" he asked.
"He"s just gone out," Pao Kuan answered. "Of course, Ling Kuan must have wanted something or other, and he"s gone to devise ways and means to bring it to her."
Pao-yu thought this remark very extraordinary. But after standing about for a while, he actually saw Chia Ch"iang arrive from outside, carrying a cage, with a tiny stage inserted at the top, and a bird as well; and wend his steps, in a gleeful mood, towards the interior to join Ling Kuan. The moment, however, he noticed Pao-yu, he felt under the necessity of halting.
"What kind of bird is that?" Pao-yu asked. "Can it hold a flag in its beak, or do any tricks?"
"It"s the "jade-crested and gold-headed bird,"" smiled Chia Ch"iang.
"How much did you give for it?" Pao-yu continued.
"A tael and eight mace," replied Chia Ch"iang.
But while replying to his inquiries, he motioned to Pao-yu to take a seat, and then went himself into Ling Kuan"s apartment.
Pao-yu had, by this time, lost every wish of hearing a song. His sole desire was to find what relations existed between his cousin and Ling Kuan, when he perceived Chia Ch"iang walk in and laughingly say to her, "Come and see this thing."
"What"s it?" Ling Kuan asked, rising.
"I"ve bought a bird for you to amuse yourself with," Chia Ch"iang added, "so that you mayn"t daily feel dull and have nothing to distract yourself with. But I"ll first play with it and let you see."
With this prelude, he took a few seeds and began to coax the bird, until it, in point of fact, performed various tricks, on the stage, clasping in its beak a mask and a flag.
All the girls shouted out: "How nice;" with the sole exception of Ling Kuan, who gave a couple of apathetic smirks, and went in a huff to lie down. Again Chia Ch"iang, however, kept on forcing smiles, and inquiring of her whether she liked it or not.
"Isn"t it enough," Ling Kuan observed, "that your family entraps a fine lot of human beings like us and coops us up in this hole to study this stuff and nonsense, but do you also now go and get a bird, which likewise is, as it happens, up to this sort of thing? You distinctly fetch it to make fun of us, and mimick us, and do you still ask me whether I like it or not?"
Hearing this reproach, Chia Ch"iang of a sudden sprang to his feet with alacrity and vehemently endeavoured by vowing and swearing to establish his innocence. "How ever could I have been such a fool to-day," he proceeded, "as to go and throw away a tael or two to purchase this bird?
I really did it in the hope that it would afford you amus.e.m.e.nt. I never for a moment entertained such thoughts as those you credit me with. But never mind; I"ll let it go, and save you all this misery!"
So saying, he verily gave the bird its liberty; and, with one blow, he smashed the cage to atoms.
"This bird," still argued Ling Kuan, "differs, it"s true, from a human being; but it too has a mother and father in its nest, and could you have had the heart to bring it here to perform these silly pranks? In coughing to-day, I expectorated two mouthfuls of blood, and Madame w.a.n.g sent some one here to find you so as to tell you to ask the doctor round to minutely diagnose my complaint, and have you instead brought this to mock me with? But it so happens that I, who have not a soul to look after me, or to care for me, also have the fate to fall ill!"
Chia Ch"iang listened to her. "Yesterday evening," he eagerly explained, "I asked the doctor about it. He said that it was nothing at all, that you should take a few doses of medicine, and that he would be coming again in a day or two to see how you were getting on. But who"d have thought it, you have again to-day expectorated blood. I"ll go at once and invite him to come round."
Speaking the while, he was about to go immediately when Ling Kuan cried out and stopped him. "Do you go off in a tantrum in this hot broiling sun?" she said. "You may ask him to come, but I won"t see him."
When he heard her resolution, Chia Ch"iang had perforce to stand still.
Pao-yu, perceiving what transpired between them, fell unwittingly in a dull reverie. He then at length got an insight into the deep import of the tracing of the character "Ch"iang." But unable to bear the ordeal any longer, he forthwith took himself out of the way. So absorbed, however, was Chia Ch"iang"s whole mind with Ling Kuan that he could not even give a thought to escorting any one; and it was, in fact, the rest of the singing-girls who saw (Pao-yu) out.
Pao-yu"s heart was gnawed with doubts and conjectures. In an imbecile frame of mind, he came to the I Hung court. Lin Tai-yu was, at the moment, sitting with Hsi Jen, and chatting with her. As soon as Pao-yu entered his quarters, he addressed himself to Hsi Jen, with a long sigh.
"I was very wrong in what I said yesterday evening," he remarked. "It"s no matter of surprise that father says that I am so narrow-minded that I look at things through a tube and measure them with a clam-sh.e.l.l. I mentioned something last night about having nothing but tears, shed by all of you girls, to be buried in. But this was a mere delusion! So as I can"t get the tears of the whole lot of you, each one of you can henceforward keep her own for herself, and have done."
Hsi Jen had flattered herself that the words he had uttered the previous evening amounted to idle talk, and she had long ago dispelled all thought of them from her mind, but when Pao-yu unawares made further allusion to them, she smilingly rejoined: "You are verily somewhat cracked!"
Pao-yu kept silent, and attempted to make no reply. Yet from this time he fully apprehended that the lot of human affections is, in every instance, subject to predestination, and time and again he was wont to secretly muse, with much anguish: "Who, I wonder, will shed tears for me, at my burial?"
Lin Tai-yu, for we will now allude to her, noticed Pao-yu"s behaviour, but readily concluding that he must have been, somewhere or other, once more possessed by some malignant spirit, she did not feel it advisable to ask many questions. "I just saw," she consequently observed, "my maternal aunt, who hearing that to-morrow is Miss Hsueh"s birthday, bade me come at my convenience to ask you whether you"ll go or not, (and to tell you) to send some one ahead to let them know what you mean to do."
"I didn"t go the other day, when it was Mr. Chia She"s birthday, so I won"t go now." Pao-yu answered. "If it is a matter of meeting any one, I won"t go anywhere. On a hot day like this to again don my ceremonial dress! No, I won"t go. Aunt is not likely to feel displeased with me!"
"What are you driving at?" Hsi Jen speedily ventured. "She couldn"t be put on the same footing as our senior master! She lives close by here.
Besides she"s a relative. Why, if you don"t go, won"t you make her imagine things? Well, if you dread the heat, just get up at an early hour and go over and prostrate yourself before her, and come back again, after you"ve had a cup of tea. Won"t this look well?"
Before Pao-yu had time to say anything by way of response, Tai-yu antic.i.p.ated him. "You should," she smiled, "go as far as there for the sake of her, who drives the mosquitoes away from you."
Pao-yu could not make out the drift of her insinuation. "What about driving mosquitoes away?" he vehemently inquired.
Hsi Jen then explained to him how while he was fast asleep the previous day and no one was about to keep him company, Miss Pao-ch"ai had sat with him for a while.
"It shouldn"t have been done!" Pao-yu promptly exclaimed, after hearing her explanations. "But how did I manage to go to sleep and show such utter discourtesy to her? I must go to-morrow!" he then went on to add.
But while these words were still on his lips, he unexpectedly caught sight of Shih Hsian-yun walk in in full dress, to bid them adieu, as she said that some one had been sent from her home to fetch her away.
The moment Pao-yu and Tai-yu heard what was the object of her visit, they quickly rose to their feet and pressed her to take a seat. But Shih Hsiang-yun would not sit down, so Pao-yu and Tai-yu were compelled to escort her as far as the front part of the mansion.
Shih Hsiang-yun"s eyes were br.i.m.m.i.n.g with tears; but realising that several people from her home were present, she did not have the courage to give full vent to her feelings. But when shortly Pao-ch"ai ran over to find her, she felt so much the more drawn towards them, that she could not brook to part from them. Pao-ch"ai, however, inwardly understood that if her people told her aunt anything on their return, there would again be every fear of her being blown up, as soon as she got back home, and she therefore urged her to start on her way. One and all then walked with her up to the second gate, and Pao-yu wished to accompany her still further outside, but Shih Hsiang-yun deterred him.
Presently, they turned to go back. But once more, she called Pao-yu to her, and whispered to him in a soft tone of voice: "Should our venerable senior not think of me do often allude to me, so that she should depute some one to fetch me."
Pao-yu time after time a.s.sured her that he would comply with her wishes.
And having followed her with their eyes, while she got into her curricle and started, they eventually retraced their steps towards the inner compound. But, reader, if you like to follow up the story, peruse the details contained in the chapter below.
CHAPTER x.x.xVII.
In the Study of Autumnal Cheerfulness is accidentally formed the Cydonia j.a.ponica Society.
In the Heng Wu Court, the chrysanthemum is, on a certain night, proposed as a subject for verses.
But to continue. After Shih Hsiang-yun"s return home, Pao-yu and the other inmates spent their time, as of old, in rambling about in the garden in search of pleasure, and in humming poetical compositions. But without further reference to their doings, let us take up our narrative with Chia Cheng.
Ever since the visit paid to her home by the imperial consort, he fulfilled his official duties with additional zeal, for the purpose of reverently making requital for the grace shown him by the Emperor. His correct bearing and his spotless reputation did not escape His Majesty"s notice, and he conferred upon him the special appointment of Literary Chancellor, with the sole object of singling out his true merit; for though he had not commenced his career through the arena of public examinations, he belonged nevertheless to a family addicted to letters during successive generations. Chia Cheng had, therefore, on the receipt of the imperial decree, to select the twentieth day of the eighth moon to set out on his journey. When the appointed day came, he worshipped at the shrines of his ancestors, took leave of them and of dowager lady Chia, and started for his post. It would be a needless task, however, to recount with any full particulars how Pao-yu and all the inmates saw him off, how Chia Cheng went to take up his official duties, and what occurred abroad, suffice it for us to notice that Pao-yu, ever since Chia Cheng"s departure, indulged his caprices, allowed his feelings to run riot, and gadded wildly about. In fact, he wasted his time, and added fruitless days and months to his age.
On this special occasion, he experienced more than ever a sense of his lack of resources, and came to look up his grandmother Chia and Madame w.a.n.g. With them, he whiled away some of his time, after which he returned into the garden. As soon as he changed his costume, he perceived Ts"ui Mo enter, with a couple of sheets of fancy notepaper, in her hand, which she delivered to him.
"It quite slipped from my mind," Pao-yu remarked. "I meant to have gone and seen my cousin Tertia; is she better that you come?"
"Miss is all right," Ts"ui Mo answered. "She hasn"t even had any medicine to-day. It"s only a slight chill."
When Pao-yu heard this reply, he unfolded the fancy notepaper. On perusal, he found the contents to be: "Your cousin, T"an Ch"un, respectfully lays this on her cousin Secundus" study-table. When the other night the blue sky newly opened out to view, the moon shone as if it had been washed clean! Such admiration did this pure and rare panorama evoke in me that I could not reconcile myself to the idea of going to bed. The clepsydra had already accomplished three turns, and yet I roamed by the railing under the dryandra trees. But such poor treatment did I receive from wind and dew (that I caught a chill), which brought about an ailment as severe (as that which prevented the man of old from) picking up sticks. You took the trouble yesterday to come in person and cheer me up. Time after time also did you send your attendants round to make affectionate inquiries about me. You likewise presented me with fresh lichees and relics of writings of Chen Ch"ing.
How deep is really your gracious love! As I leant to-day on my table plunged in silence, I suddenly remembered that the ancients of successive ages were placed in circ.u.mstances, in which they had to struggle for reputation and to fight for gain, but that they nevertheless acquired spots with hills and dripping streams, and, inviting people to come from far and near, they did all they could to detain them, by throwing the linch-pins of their chariots into wells or by holding on to their shafts; and that they invariably joined friendship with two or three of the same mind as themselves, with whom they strolled about in these grounds, either erecting altars for song, or establishing societies for scanning poetical works. Their meetings were, it is true, prompted, on the spur of the moment, by a sudden fit of good cheer, but these have again and again proved, during many years, a pleasant topic of conversation. I, your cousin, may, I admit, be devoid of talent, yet I have been fortunate enough to enjoy your company amidst streams and rockeries, and to furthermore admire the elegant verses composed by Hsueh Pao-ch"ai and Lin Tai-yu. When we were in the breezy hall and the moonlit pavilion, what a pity we never talked about poets! But near the almond tree with the sign and the peach tree by the stream, we may perhaps, when under the fumes of wine, be able to fling round the cups, used for humming verses! Who is it who opines that societies with any claim to excellent abilities can only be formed by men? May it not be that the pleasant meetings on the Tung Shan might yield in merit to those, such as ourselves, of the weaker s.e.x? Should you not think it too much to walk on the snow, I shall make bold to ask you round, and sweep the way clean of flowers and wait for you.
Respectfully written."
The perusal of this note filled Pao-yu unawares with exultation.