What Maisie
What Maisie Knew
作者：James, Henry, 1843-1916
体例：题 章数：146
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共 146 题- WHAT MAISIE KNEW
- HENRY JAMES
- II
- III
- Maisie turned quite faint. "Oh I thought she was."
- IV
- VI
- VII
- The child's heart gave a great thump. "Oh mamma's come back?"
- VIII
- Maisie felt a fear. "Won't papa dislike to see it there?"
- IX
- The child turned it over. "Oh I'm not every bit Mrs. Beale has!"
- He looked rather blank. "What did she seem to think?"
- It came back to Sir Claude in a peal of laughter. "Oh yes--she said so!"
- The child wondered. "Bring you and HER together?"
- XI
- Mrs. Wix reflected and sketched it. "Oh many millions."
- XII
- Mrs. Wix waited. "He says he's not."
- Mrs. Wix looked at her hard. "Not about HIM!"
- Mrs. Wix looked at her harder. "About some one else."
- XIII
- Miss Farange turned it over. "And she's doing the same?"
- Again she considered. "Then, please, what may it be?"
- Again she meditated. "Why then did you marry her?"
- He raised his smooth brows. "That charming woman?"
- Sir Claude literally coloured. "That has something to do with it."
- Maisie wondered again. "Being liked with being afraid?"
- But Maisie only stared the more. "They've changed?"
- She wondered how he knew. "Then you've seen Mrs. Beale again?"
- She faltered a moment. "From herself. I've been to see her."
- Maisie turned it over. "Straight on--and give you up?"
- She considered. "But I thought you said you had squared her?"
- XIV
- Maisie considered. "And with mamma?"
- Maisie continued to stare. "Subjects?"
- He weighed it; then he replied: "That's certainly our idea."
- XV
- Sir Claude paused with a stare. "Mamma? But mamma's at Brussels."
- Maisie, with her eyes on the lady, wondered. "At Brussels?"
- Sir Claude watched the lady. "It's much more likely she never went!"
- Maisie stood her ground. "They see us. Just look."
- Sir Claude smoked composedly enough. "I think it's the Count."
- Sir Claude broke into a laugh. "I told her it was the Count."
- XVI
- The Captain's stupefaction was fine. "Angry--SHE? Why she's an angel!"
- The Captain looked vague. "Lord Eric?"
- Again he hung fire. "No, not with him. In another place."
- Maisie's intensity continued. "Shall you be there?"
- The Captain's, on the whole, did the same. "Oh yes--some day."
- Maisie shook her head with decision. "He won't do it. Not first."
- XVII
- Maisie wondered. "You and me?"
- XVIII
- Maisie's eyes opened wider. "Is she a Countess?"
- Her manner appreciated this. "Is it a French one?"
- XIX
- Her father looked at her hard. "Don't be a little ass!"
- Maisie threw herself into them. "Will that take very long?"
- She grew bolder still. "I don't care--not a bit!"
- The child reflected. "Well then that's all the more reason."
- She turned it over. "A monster?"
- She had at this a flicker of passion. "They WON'T chuck me!"
- XX
- Sir Claude considered and Maisie waited. "Whom then did you see?"
- What he presently said was: "Are you putting up for the night?"
- His wife cast grandly about. "Not here--I've come from Dover."
- His wife smoothed one of her daughter's curls. "Say what, dear?"
- XXI
- Her daughter turned scarlet. "I thought you liked him."
- But Ida got it out of her. "You hoped, you little horror--?"
- Maisie considered. "I didn't see. It was very small."
- Sir Claude threw back his head. "Do you mean very little? Sixpence?"
- She repeated her form of assent. "You're free--you're free."
- XXII
- She thought this over. "But isn't France cheaper than England?"
- This made her press him more. "How long shall we stay?"
- It took her breath away. "You can save money in that time?"
- She turned upon him. "Mrs. Beale?"
- XXIII
- Maisie wondered. "She went back that evening?"
- Mrs. Wix tried blind dignity. "Who is what, Sir Claude?"
- His amusement continued. "Did she make you promise not to?"
- Mrs. Wix looked at him still harder. "I mean before Maisie."
- Sir Claude laughed again. "Why SHE can't hurt him!"
- XXIV
- She hung fire but an instant. "Free to live with YOU?"
- XXV
- Mrs. Wix's laugh, at this, was literally wild. "'Us?' Thank you!"
- Maisie felt a delicacy but overcame it. "About the Countess?"
- Mrs. Wix stared. "And pray what did you do with a lot of money?"
- Maisie wondered how she could best put it. "Papa kept me there an hour."
- Maisie looked incredulity. "How could she--when I didn't speak of it?"
- Mrs. Wix was mystified. "Speak of what?"
- XXVI
- Mrs. Wix looked at her gloomily. "He's committing one now."
- Maisie at this felt that she lagged. "Well, I can think of ONE thing."
- Mrs. Wix more directly challenged her. "What is it then?"
- XXVII
- Maisie felt still more bewildered. "One what?"
- Maisie, however, thought further. "Then my father and my mother--!"
- For all Maisie minded! "Soon--to-morrow?"
- Maisie stopped short. "Till Sir Claude comes?"
- Maisie thought. "Can't SHE?"
- The child wondered. "But didn't papa--?"
- Mrs. Wix considered. "And he had come over instead?"
- XXVIII
- Mrs. Beale rewarded her with a kiss. "It's sweet to hear you put it so."
- Mrs. Wix looked hard at the flame of the candle. "Held out--?"
- Mrs. Wix transferred her intensity to her pupil's face. "Over to what?"
- Mrs. Wix coloured at this lucidity. "Yes, that IS what she means."
- Mrs. Wix continued to hedge. "I want to know if YOU do!"
- XXIX
- She waited an instant. "God knows!"
- Maisie produced an ingenious solution. "To MAKE her go. To take her."
- Maisie considered. "Oh just to see ME. She has a right."
- Maisie wondered again. "A slave?"
- Maisie doubted. "When he 'loathes' her?"
- Maisie wondered if she had better tell. "She said not."
- He laughed again. "Perhaps she doesn't care!"
- Maisie, with an inspiration, pounced on his arm. "Has she GONE?"
- She stood wondering at him. "Did you want her to come?"
- Sir Claude was at a loss. "What has she told you?"
- He had his arm round her. "That must have been the reason."
- Maisie's face just showed a shadow. "Do you want her to come?"
- XXX
- His reply was anything but straight. "You and I?"
- Maisie sat back in her chair. "Mrs. Wix and me."
- He showed incredulity. "Nothing?"
- Sir Claude thought a moment. "Ah poor dear!"
- Sir Claude examined his belief. "Of course I know she's wonderful."
- Sir Claude seemed struck with this. "She was only sweet to Mrs. Wix?"
- She was bewildered. "To let who--?"
- Sir Claude laughed out. "What Mrs. Wix teaches?"
- She smiled dimly; she saw what he meant. "It isn't so very very much."
- XXXI
- He continued to smile. "Would you really come?"
- Sir Claude turned to a porter. "When does the train go?"
- Sir Claude turned back to her. _"Veux-tu lieu qu'il en prenne?"_
- She faltered; he quickly took her up. "If I, if I--"
- Sir Claude looked almost foolish. "Is she going in that boat?"
- He gave a long deep smothered sigh. "I must see her first."
- Sir Claude stared. "What has that to do with it?"
- Maisie dimly remembered. "My moral sense?"
- But she fastened herself still to Maisie. "DO you hate me, dearest?"