Part 11 (1/2)
The songs and dances are never ceasing On the West Lake.
The warm breeze fans the drunkenness Of the pleasure walkers.
Heaven is above, But here we have Hang-chow and Su-chow Lakes.
But Chang carried the picture of that young girl in his soul, and had no heart for pleasure.
His companions offered him cups of wine, wondering at his melancholy; but he was far from them.
At twilight they returned, and Chang re-entered by the Ch'ien-t'ang gate, pa.s.sing before the girl's house. The window was shut. He stopped, and forced a cough; but there was no sign. He went to the end of the street, and came back again, but all was silent. Therefore he had no choice but to go away.
He returned next morning, and stayed at a shop near by to learn what he could. He was told:
”They are people called P'an. Their only daughter is sixteen years of age, and is named Eternal Life. The father has some connection with a certain powerful family which affords him protection. He lives by swindling, and everyone fears him. He is a veritable skin-pinker and bravo.”
This news made Chang a little thoughtful, but he walked on by the house nevertheless. The young girl was again at her window. They looked at each other; but there were people about, and he had to go away.
That evening, as soon as night fell, he went back. The moon was s.h.i.+ning as brightly as the sun, and the street was empty. The youthful beauty leaned at her window, wrapped in thought and bathed in the white light. She smiled at him, and he drew from his sleeve his scarlet muslin handkerchief. He made the knot known as ”union of hearts gives victory.” Rolling it in a ball, he threw it, and she adroitly caught it in two hands. Then she stooped and took off one of her little embroidered slippers. She dropped it into Chang's waiting fingers. Enraptured with this gift, which was a pledge of love and faith, he carried it to his lips and said softly:
”Thank you; Thank you, with all my heart!”
In tones of maddening sweetness, she replied:
”Ten thousand happinesses!”
Just then a rough voice was heard within the house. She made another sign to him and closed the window. And he went home drunk through silent streets made silver by the moon. Once in his library, he examined the slipper. It was a golden lotus, so small and so light that a thousand thoughts troubled the lover. He said:
”I must find someone to arrange our meeting, or else die from an over-stressing of desire.”
Early in the morning, he put some pieces of silver in his sleeve and hastened to a little wine booth, not far from the house of P'an.
He knew that he would find an old woman there, whom he often met in pleasurable places. In fact, he saw her and called to her. She at once saluted him, saying:
”Aya! My uncle, what brings you?”
”I happened to be pa.s.sing,” he answered carelessly.
”But I should like you to walk a little way with me.”
”In what can I serve you?” she hastened to ask.
Without speaking, he took her into a quiet little tavern. When they were seated, and the attendant had brought them fruit and dishes of food, he poured out a full cup of hot wine and offered it to her, saying:
”I have something to ask of you, ma-ma Lu. But I am afraid that you cannot accomplish it.”
”Without boasting,” she answered with a wide smile, ”there are few enterprises, however difficult, in which I do not succeed. What is it you desire?”
”I want you to arrange a meeting for me with the daughter of P'an, who lives in the Street of the Ten Officials. Here are five ounces of silver to begin with. If you succeed, you shall have quite as much more.”
”The small Eternal Life? The little witch! I thought her so demure!
I should never have imagined she was a wild flower. But the matter is difficult. There are only the parents and the daughter in that house, and the father is dangerous. He keeps a d.a.m.nably suspicious watch over his door. How could you get in? I dare not promise any success.”