目 录 上一节 下一节 
圣克莱尔抱着胳膊站在那儿出神，心中想的正是这些。哎，谁能猜得出他此时此刻的感受呢！在这个死亡笼罩的小屋里，他听见别人说，"她过去了。"感到一切都变成阴惨惨、挥之不去的浓雾，一种前所未有、无法言喻的"隐约的痛苦"袭上心头。他只模模糊糊地听见身边有人说话，向他问这问那，他只是机械地作答。他们问他葬礼什么时候举行，把伊娃放在哪里，他不耐烦地回答说他不管这些。 Adolph and Rosa had arranged the chamber; volatile, fickle and childish, as they generally were, they were soft-hearted and full of feeling; and, while Miss Ophelia presided over the general details of order and neatness, it was their hands that added those soft, poetic touches to the arrangements, that took from the death-room the grim and ghastly air which too often marks a New England funeral. 伊娃的房间由阿道夫和罗莎来布置。虽然他们平常是小孩子心性，变化无常，反复不定，但内心却是感情细腻、温存体贴。尽管大局由奥菲利亚小姐打理得有条不紊，干净利落，但是他们俩也是大有功劳的。他们用两手为整体布局增添了不少柔和而富有诗意的点缀，驱散了葬礼上经常出现的阴森恐怖的气氛，新英格兰的葬礼就是如此。 There were still flowers on the shelves,--all white, delicate and fragrant, with graceful, drooping leaves. Eva's little table, covered with white, bore on it her favorite vase, with a single white moss rose-bud in it. The folds of the drapery, the fall of the curtains, had been arranged and rearranged, by Adolph and Rosa, with that nicety of eye which characterizes their race. Even now, while St. Clare stood there thinking, little Rosa tripped softly into the chamber with a basket of white flowers. She stepped back when she saw St. Clare, and stopped respectfully; but, seeing that he did not observe her, she came forward to place them around the dead. St. Clare saw her as in a dream, while she placed in the small hands a fair cape jessamine, and, with admirable taste, disposed other flowers around the couch. 壁柜上摆着洁白馥郁的鲜花，优美低垂的绿叶在下衬托着。伊娃的小桌上铺上了白布，上面摆着她生平最爱的那只花瓶，瓶里只插着一支白玫瑰。帷幔的褶皱、窗帘的挂法都由阿道夫和罗莎以黑人特有的审美眼光仔细斟酌过。圣克莱尔仍然站在那儿，沉浸在他自己的思绪里；这时，罗莎提着一篮纯白的花轻手轻脚地走进来，看见了圣克莱尔，她赶紧收住脚步，恭恭敬敬地站住。但是，圣克莱尔根本没注意到她，她这才走上前去把花放在伊娃的周围。她先将一朵美丽的栀子花放在伊娃手中，然后颇具匠心地把其它花儿罗列在小床的四周。圣克莱尔看着一切，仍然恍若梦中。 The door opened again, and Topsy, her eyes swelled with crying, appeared, holding something under her apron. Rosa made a quick forbidding gesture; but she took a step into the room. 这时，门又开了，托普西站在门口。她两眼红肿，围裙底下藏着什么。罗莎急忙摆手，示意她不要过来，可她还是一步跨进屋里。 "You must go out," said Rosa, in a sharp, positive whisper; "_you_ haven't any business here!"" 快出去！"罗莎压低了嗓门，但声音仍然很尖，"这儿没你的事！"她的语气不容置疑。 
噢，求求你，让我进来吧！我带了一朵花，非常美丽。"说着，她举起一朵半绽的茶花。"让我把这朵花放在她身边吧！"托普西恳求道。 "Get along!" said Rosa, more decidedly. " 不，你给我出去！"罗莎更坚定了。 "Let her stay!" said St. Clare, suddenly stamping his foot. "She shall come."" 让她呆在这儿！"圣克莱尔跺了下脚，"让她进来吧！" Rosa suddenly retreated, and Topsy came forward and laid her offering at the feet of the corpse; then suddenly, with a wild and bitter cry, she threw herself on the floor alongside the bed, and wept, and moaned aloud. 罗莎立即退下了，托普西走上前来，将她的这份礼物放在死者脚边。接着，她忍不住"哇"的一声，滚倒在床边的地板上，失声痛哭起来。 Miss Ophelia hastened into the room, and tried to raise and silence her; but in vain. 奥菲利亚小姐急忙跑进屋去，想把她扶起来，可是无济于事。 
噢，伊娃小姐，伊娃小姐！我真恨不得和她一起去死啊！" There was a piercing wildness in the cry; the blood flushed into St. Clare's white, marble-like face, and the first tears he had shed since Eva died stood in his eyes. 托普西哭得死去活来，肝肠寸断，圣克莱尔见此情景，煞白的脸涌上血来，泪水模糊了他的双眼。自伊娃死后，这还是他第一次掉泪呢！ "Get up, child," said Miss Ophelia, in a softened voice; "don't cry so. Miss Eva is gone to heaven; she is an angel."" 好孩子，别再哭了！"奥菲利亚说，"伊娃小姐上了天堂，她成了天使呢！" "But I can't see her!" said Topsy. "I never shall see her!" and she sobbed again." 可是，我再也看不到她了呀！"托普西说，"我再也见不着她了！"说完又止不住哭起来。 They all stood a moment in silence. 大家沉默无言，静立半晌。 
伊娃小姐说过爱我的，"托普西说，"她真的说过。现在呢，现在再也没有人爱我了！噢，天哪！再也没人爱我啦！" "That's true enough" said St. Clare; "but do," he said to Miss Ophelia, "see if you can't comfort the poor creature."" 这孩子说的是实话，"圣克莱尔说，"姐姐，你试试看，看能不能安慰她一下，这可怜的孩子！" "I jist wish I hadn't never been born," said Topsy. "I didn't want to be born, no ways; and I don't see no use on 't."" 我要是没出生该多好啊！"托普西说，"我一点儿都不想活在这世上！活在这儿有什么好处呢？" Miss Ophelia raised her gently, but firmly, and took her from the room; but, as she did so, some tears fell from her eyes. 奥菲利亚小姐温柔却有力地将托普西从地上扶起来，把她带到屋外。然而她自己也止不住一边走一边掉眼泪。 "Topsy, you poor child," she said, as she led her into her room, "don't give up! _I_ can love you, though I am not like that dear little child. I hope I've learnt something of the love of Christ from her. I can love you; I do, and I'll try to help you to grow up a good Christian girl."" 托普西，可怜的小东西，"奥菲利亚小姐将托普西领到她屋里，对她柔声说道，"别难过，亲爱的孩子。尽管我比不上伊娃小姐那么慈爱，但也会尽力爱你的。我想我从她那儿多少学到了一点基督的仁爱精神。我保证会爱你的，真的，而且我还要帮助你也成为一个善良的基督徒。" 
说这段话时，奥菲利亚小姐的声调轻缓柔和，那力量显然比话本身和她脸上滚落的泪水来得更动人心怀。从此，她对这个无依无靠的孩子的心灵产生了恒久的影响。 "O, my Eva, whose little hour on earth did so much of good," thought St. Clare, "what account have I to give for my long years?"" 噢，伊娃，我的孩子，有谁像你一样，在短暂的一生中做了那么多好事？"圣克莱尔想着，"与你相比，我在人间活了这么多年，该怎么对上帝交代啊？" There were, for a while, soft whisperings and footfalls in the chamber, as one after another stole in, to look at the dead; and then came the little coffin; and then there was a funeral, and carriages drove to the door, and strangers came and were seated; and there were white scarfs and ribbons, and crape bands, and mourners dressed in black crape; and there were words read from the Bible, and prayers offered; and St. Clare lived, and walked, and moved, as one who has shed every tear;--to the last he saw only one thing, that golden head in the coffin; but then he saw the cloth spread over it, the lid of the coffin closed; and he walked, when he was put beside the others, down to a little place at the bottom of the garden, and there, by the mossy seat where she and Tom had talked, and sung, and read so often, was the little grave. St. Clare stood beside it,--looked vacantly down; he saw them lower the little coffin; he heard, dimly, the solemn words, "I am the resurrection and the Life; he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live;" and, as the earth was cast in and filled up the little grave, he could not realize that it was his Eva that they were hiding from his sight. 人们纷纷进来与伊娃道别，屋里响起低低的耳语声和陆陆续续的脚步声；过了一小会儿，棺材抬了进来，葬礼开始了。大门口驶进来好几辆马车，一些陌生人也进来坐下，还有许多戴着白头巾、白缎带和黑纱、穿着黑色丧服的哭丧人；接着，有人念经文、做祷告。圣克莱尔浑身僵直，他走动着，似乎泪已流干。自始至终，他的眼睛只盯着躺在棺材里的金色小脑袋，然而不久，这个小脑袋被人用布遮上了，接着棺材盖也盖上了。圣克莱尔只被人摆弄着和其他人朝花园地势较低的那头走去，那儿是伊娃的坟墓，在长满青苔的小石凳旁边，也曾是伊娃和汤姆聊天、唱歌及朗读《圣经》的地方。圣克莱尔笔直地站在墓穴旁，目光空洞地往下看，看别人放下了小棺材，又模糊听到有人在念庄严肃穆的话语："生命在我，复活也在我；信我的人虽然死去，也必复活。"他似乎完全麻木了，失去了思维，他没有意识到人们在填土，在永远掩埋一个人，而这个人就是他的伊娃呀！ Nor was it!--not Eva, but only the frail seed of that bright, immortal form with which she shall yet come forth, in the day of the Lord Jesus! 对，那的确不是伊娃--那只是她圣洁不朽的躯体在人间播下的一粒脆弱的种子。当我主基督降临时，她一定还会以同样的形貌出现的。 And then all were gone, and the mourners went back to the place which should know her no more; and Marie's room was darkened, and she lay on the bed, sobbing and moaning in uncontrollable grief, and calling every moment for the attentions of all her servants. Of course, they had no time to cry,--why should they? the grief was _her_ grief, and she was fully convinced that nobody on earth did, could, or would feel it as she did. 当一切都结束后，送丧的人们回到了各自的住处。从此之后，人们将不再想起这个小女孩。玛丽的房间里窗帘全垂了下来，屋里黑暗一片。她整天伏在床上痛哭哀伤，撕心裂肺一般几欲昏死过去，仆人们无时无刻不在身边侍候着。仆人们当然不会哭泣了，玛丽认为这只是她一个人的悲痛，她相信她的痛苦是世间绝无仅有的，难有人逾越其上。 
圣克莱尔竟然连一滴眼泪都没有掉，"玛丽抱怨道，"他对我一点怜悯之意都没有，他明知道我有多伤心，却冷酷无情到视而不见的地步。"
| 
