第六十四回

第六十四回 幽淑女悲题五美吟 浪荡子情遗九龙珮

话说贾蓉见家中诸事已妥，连忙赶至寺中，回明贾珍。于是连夜分派各项执事人役，并预备一切应用幡杠等物。择于初四日卯时请灵柩进城，一面使人知会诸位亲友。

是日，丧仪焜耀，宾客如云，自铁槛寺至宁府，夹路看的何止数万人。内中有嗟叹的，也有羡慕的，又有一等半瓶醋的读书人，说是“丧礼与其奢易莫若俭戚”[2]的，一路纷纷议论不一。至未申时方到，将灵柩停放在正堂之内。供奠举哀已毕，亲友渐次散回，只剩族中人分理迎宾送客等事。近亲只有邢大舅〔二〕相伴未去。

贾珍贾蓉此时为礼法所拘，不免在灵旁藉草枕块[4]，恨苦居丧。人散后，仍乘空寻他小姨子们厮混。宝玉亦每日在宁府穿孝，至晚人散，方回园里。凤姐身体未愈，虽不能时常在此，或遇开坛诵经亲友上祭之日，亦扎挣过来，相帮尤氏料理。

一日，供毕早饭，因此时天气尚长，贾珍等连日劳倦，不免在灵旁假寐。宝玉见无客至，遂欲回家看视黛玉，因先回至怡红院中。进入门来，只见院中寂静无人，有几个老婆子与小丫头们在回廊下取便乘凉，也有睡卧的，也有坐着打盹的。宝玉也不去惊动。只有四儿看见，连忙上前来打帘子。将掀起时，只见芳官自内带笑跑出，几乎与宝玉撞个满怀。一见宝玉，方含笑站住，说道：“你怎么来了？你快与我拦住晴雯，他要打我呢。”

一语未了，只听得屋内嘻哗喇的乱响，不知是何物撒了一地。随后晴雯赶来骂道：“我看你这小蹄子往那里去，输了不叫打。宝玉不在家，我看你有谁来救你。”宝玉连忙带笑拦住，说道：“你妹子小，不知怎么得罪了你，看我的分上，饶他罢。”晴雯也不想宝玉此时回来，乍一见，不觉好笑，遂笑说道：“芳官竟是个狐狸精变的，竟是会拘神遣将的符咒也没有这样快。”又笑道：“就是你真请了神来，我也不怕。”遂夺手仍要捉拿芳官。芳官早已藏在宝玉身后。

宝玉遂一手拉了晴雯，一手携了芳官，进入屋内。看时，只见西边炕上麝月、秋纹、碧痕、紫绡〔三〕等正在那里抓子儿赢瓜子儿[6]呢。却是芳官输与晴雯，芳官不肯叫打，跑了出去。晴雯因赶芳官，将怀内的子儿撒了一地。宝玉欢喜道：“如此长天，我不在家，正恐你们寂寞，吃了饭睡觉睡出病来，大家寻件事顽笑消遣甚好。”因不见袭人，又问道：“你袭人姐姐呢？”晴雯道：“袭人么，越发道学了，独自个在屋里面壁[7]呢。这好一会我没进去，不知他作什么呢，一些声气也听不见。你快瞧瞧去罢，或者此时参悟了，也未可定。”

宝玉听说，一面笑，一面走至里间。只见袭人坐在近窗床上，手中拿着一根灰色绦子，正在那里打结子呢。见宝玉进来，连忙站起来，笑道：“晴雯这东西编派我什么呢。我因要赶着打完了这结子，没工夫和他们瞎闹，因哄他们道：‘你们玩去罢，趁着二爷不在家，我要在这里静坐一坐，养一养神。’他就编派了我这些混话，什么‘面壁了’‘参禅了’的，等一会我不撕他那嘴。”

宝玉笑着挨近袭人坐下，瞧他打结子，问道：“这么长天，你也该歇息歇息，或和他们玩笑，要不，瞧瞧林妹妹去也好。怪热的，打这个那里使？”袭人道：“我见你带的扇套还是那年东府里蓉大奶奶的事情上作的。那个青东西除族中或亲友家夏天有丧事方带得着，一年遇着带一两遭，平常又不犯做。如今那府里有事，这是要过去天天带的，所以我赶着另作一个。等打完了结子，给你换下那旧的来。你虽然不讲究这个，若叫老太太回来看见，又该说我们躲懒，连你的穿带之物都不经心了。”宝玉笑道：“这真难为你想的到。只是也不可过于赶，热着了倒是大事。”

说着，芳官早托了一杯凉水内新湃的茶来。因宝玉素昔秉赋柔脆，虽暑月不敢用冰，只以新汲井水将茶连壶浸在盆内，不时更换，取其凉意而已。宝玉就芳官手内吃了半盏，遂向袭人道：“我来时已吩咐了茗烟〔四〕，若珍大哥那边有要紧的客来时，叫他即刻送信；若无要紧的事，我就不过去了。”说毕，遂出了房门，又回头向碧痕等道：“如有事往林姑娘处来找我。”于是一径往潇湘馆来看黛玉。

将过了沁芳桥，只见雪雁领着两个老婆子，手中都拿着菱藕瓜果之类。宝玉忙问雪雁道：“你们姑娘从来不吃这些凉东西的，拿这些瓜果何用？不是要请那位姑娘奶奶么？”雪雁笑道：“我告诉你，可不许你对姑娘说去。”宝玉点头应允。雪雁便命两个婆子：“先将瓜果送去交与紫鹃姐姐。他要问我，你就说我做什么呢，就来。”那婆子答应着去了。雪雁方说道：“我们姑娘这两日方觉身上好些了。今日饭后，三姑娘来会着要瞧二奶奶去，姑娘也没去。又不知想起了甚么来，自己伤感了一回，提笔写了好些，不知是诗是词。叫我传瓜果去时，又听叫紫鹃将屋内摆着的小琴桌上的陈设搬下来，将桌子挪在外间当地，又叫将那龙文鼒〔五〕[10]放在桌上，等瓜果来时听用。若说是请人呢，不犯先忙着把个炉摆出来。若说点香呢，我们姑娘素日屋内除摆新鲜花果木瓜之类，又不大喜熏衣服；就是点香，亦当点在常坐卧之处。难道是老婆子们把屋子熏臭了要拿香熏熏不成。究竟连我也不知何故。”说毕，便连忙的去了。

宝玉这里不由的低头心内细想道：“据雪雁说来，必有原故。若是同那一位姊妹们闲坐，亦不必如此先设馔具。或者是姑爹姑妈的忌辰，但我记得每年到此日期老太太都吩咐另外整理肴馔送去与林妹妹私祭，此时已过。大约必是七月因为瓜果之节，家家都上秋祭的坟，林妹妹有感于心，所以在私室自己奠祭，取《礼记》：‘春秋荐其时食’[11]之意，也未可定。但我此刻走去，见他伤感，必极力劝解，又怕他烦恼郁结于心；若不去，又恐他过于伤感，无人劝止。两件皆足致疾。莫若先到凤姐姐处一看，在彼稍坐即回。如若见林妹妹伤感，再设法开解，既不至使其过悲，哀痛稍申，亦不至抑郁致病。”想毕，遂出了园门，一径到凤姐处来。

正有许多执事婆子们回事毕，纷纷散出。凤姐儿正倚着门和平儿说话呢。一见了宝玉，笑道：“你回来了么。我才吩咐了林之孝家的。叫他使人告诉跟你的小厮，若没什么事趁便请你回来歇息歇息。再者那里人多，你那里禁得住那些气味。不想恰好你倒来了。”宝玉笑道：“多谢姐姐记挂。我也因今日没事，又见姐姐这两日没往那府里去，不知身上可大愈否，所以回来看视看视。”凤姐道：“左右也不过是这样，三日好两日不好的。老太太、太太不在家，这些大娘们，嗳，那一个是安分的，每日不是打架，就拌嘴，连赌博偷盗的事情，都闹出来了两三件了。虽说有三姑娘帮着办理，他又是个没出阁的姑娘。也有叫他知道得的，也有往他说不得的事，也只好强扎挣着罢了。总不得心静一会儿。别说想病好，求其不添，也就罢了。”宝玉道：“虽如此说，姐姐还要保重身体，少操些心才是。”说毕，又说了些闲话，别了凤姐，一直往园中走来。

进了潇湘馆院门看时，只见炉袅残烟，奠馀玉醴。紫鹃正看着人往里搬桌子，收陈设呢。宝玉便知已经祭完了，走入屋内，只见黛玉面向里歪着，病体恹恹，大有不胜之态。紫鹃连忙说道：“宝二爷来了。”黛玉方慢慢的起来，含笑让坐。宝玉道：“妹妹这两天可大好些了？气色倒觉静些，只是为何又伤心了？”黛玉道：“可是你没的说了，好好的我多早晚又伤心了？”宝玉笑道：“妹妹脸上现有泪痕，如何还哄我呢。只是我想妹妹素日本来多病，凡事当各自宽解，不可过作无益之悲。若作践坏了身子，使我……”说到这里，觉得以下的话有些难说，连忙咽住。只因他虽说和黛玉一处长大，情投意合，又愿同生死，却只是心中领会，从来未曾当面说出。况兼黛玉心多，每每说话造次，得罪了他。今日原为的是来劝解，不想把话又说造次了，接不下去，心中一急，又怕黛玉恼他。又想一想自己的心实在的是为好，因而转急为悲，早已滚下泪来。黛玉起先原恼宝玉说话不论轻重，如今见此光景，心有所感，本来素昔爱哭，此时亦不免无言对泣。

却说紫鹃端了茶来，打谅二人又为何事角口，因说道：“姑娘才身上好些，宝二爷又来怄气了，到底是怎么样？”宝玉一面拭泪笑道：“谁敢怄妹妹了。”一面搭讪着起来闲步。只见砚台底下微露一纸角，不禁伸手拿起。黛玉忙要起身来夺，已被宝玉揣在怀内，笑央道：“好妹妹，赏我看看罢。”黛玉道：“不管什么，来了就混翻。”

一语未了，只见宝钗走来，笑道：“宝兄弟要看什么？”宝玉因未见上面是何言词，又不知黛玉心中如何，未敢造次回答，却望着黛玉笑。黛玉一面让宝钗坐，一面笑说道：“我曾见古史中有才色的女子，终身遭际令人可欣可羡可悲可叹者甚多。今日饭后无事，因欲择出数人，胡乱凑几首诗以寄感慨，可巧探丫头来会我瞧凤姐姐去，我也身上懒懒的没同他去。才将做了五首，一时困倦起来，撂在那里，不想二爷来了就瞧见了，其实给他看也倒没有什么，但只我嫌他是不是的写给人看去。”宝玉忙道：“我多早晚给人看来呢。昨日那把扇子，原是我爱那几首白海棠的诗，所以我自己用小楷写了，不过为的是拿在手中看着便易[12]。我岂不知闺阁中诗词字迹是轻易往外传诵不得的。自从你说了，我总没拿出园子去。”

宝钗道：“林妹妹这虑的也是。你既写在扇子上，偶然忘记了，拿在书房里去被相公们看见了，岂有不问是谁做的呢。倘或传扬开了，反为不美。自古道‘女子无才便是德’，总以贞静为主，女工还是第二件。其馀诗词，不过是闺中游戏，原可以会可以不会。咱们这样人家的姑娘，倒不要这些才华的名誉。”因又笑向黛玉道：“拿出来给我看看无妨，只不叫宝兄弟拿出去就是了。”黛玉笑道：“既如此说，连你也可以不必看了。”又指着宝玉笑道：“他早已抢了去了。”宝玉听了，方自怀内取出，凑至宝钗身旁，一同细看。只见写道：

　西施

一代倾城逐浪花[13]，吴宫空自忆儿家[14]。

效颦莫笑东村女，头白溪边尚浣纱。[15]

　虞姬[16]

肠断乌骓夜啸风[17]，虞兮幽恨对重瞳[18]。

黥彭甘受他年醢，饮剑何如楚帐中。[19]

　明妃[20]

绝艳惊人出汉宫[21]，红颜命薄古今同。

君王纵使轻颜色，予夺权何畀画工[22]？

　绿珠[23]

瓦砾明珠一例抛，何曾石尉重娇娆。[24]

都缘顽福前生造，更有同归慰寂寥。[25]

　红拂[26]

长揖〔六〕雄谈态自殊[28]，美人具眼〔七〕识穷途[30]。

尸居馀气[31]杨公幕，岂得羁縻女丈夫。

宝玉看了，赞不绝口，又说道：“妹妹这诗恰好只做了五首，何不就命曰《五美吟》。”于是不容分说，便提笔写在后面。宝钗亦说道：“做诗不论何题，只要善翻古人之意。若要随人脚踪走去，纵使字句精工，已落第二义[32]，究竟算不得好诗。即如前人所咏昭君之诗甚多，有悲挽昭君的，有怨恨延寿的，又有讥汉帝不能使画工图貌贤臣而画美人的，纷纷不一。后来王荆公[33]复有‘意态由来画不成，当时枉杀毛延寿’；永叔[34]有‘耳目所见尚如此，万里安能制夷狄’。二诗俱能各出己见，不与人同。今日林妹妹这五首诗，亦可谓命意新奇，别开生面了。”

仍欲往下说时，只见有人回道：“琏二爷回来了。适才外间传说，往东府里去了好一会了，想必就回来的。”宝玉听了，连忙起身，迎至大门以内等待。恰好贾琏自外下马进来。于是宝玉先迎着贾琏跪下，口中给贾母王夫人等请了安，又给贾琏请了安。二人携手走了进来。只见李纨、凤姐、宝钗、黛玉、迎、探、惜等早在中堂等候，一一相见已毕。因听贾琏说道：“老太太明日一早到家，一路身体甚好。今日先打发了我来回家看视，明日五更，仍要出城迎接。”说毕，众人又问了些路途的景况。因贾琏是远归，遂大家别过，让贾琏回房歇息。一宿晚景，不必细述。

至次日饭时前后，果见贾母王夫人等到来。众人接见已毕，略坐了一坐，吃了一杯茶，便领了王夫人等人过宁府中来。只听见里面哭声震天，却是贾赦贾琏送贾母到家即过这边来了。当下贾母进入里面，早有贾赦贾琏率领族中人哭着迎了出来。他父子一边一个挽了贾母，走至灵前，又有贾珍贾蓉跪着扑入贾母怀中痛哭。贾母暮年人，见此光景，亦搂了珍蓉等痛哭不已。贾赦贾琏在旁苦劝，方略略止住。又转至灵右，见了尤氏婆媳，不免又相持大痛一场。哭毕，众人方上前一一请安问好。贾珍因贾母才回家来，未得歇息，坐在此间，看着未免要伤心，遂再三求贾母回家；王夫人等亦再三相〔八〕劝。贾母不得已，方回来了。果然年迈的人禁不住风霜伤感，至夜间便觉头闷目酸，鼻塞声重。连忙请了医生来诊脉下药，足足的忙乱了半夜一日。幸而发散的快，未曾传经[36]，至三更天，些须发了点汗，脉静身凉，大家方放了心。至次日仍服药调理。

又过了数日，乃贾敬送殡之期，贾母犹未大愈，遂留宝玉在家侍奉。凤姐因未曾甚好，亦未去。其馀贾赦、贾琏、邢夫人、王夫人等率领家人仆妇，都送至铁槛寺，至晚方回。贾珍尤氏并贾蓉仍在寺中守灵，等过百日后，方扶柩回籍。家中仍托尤老娘并二姐三姐照管。

却说贾琏素日既闻尤氏姐妹之名，恨无缘得见。近因贾敬停灵在家，每日与二姐三姐相认已熟，不禁动了垂涎之意。况知与贾珍贾蓉等素有聚麀[37]之诮，因而乘机百般撩拨，眉目传情。那三姐却只是淡淡相对，只有二姐也十分有意。但只是眼目众多，无从下手。贾琏又怕贾珍吃醋，不敢轻动，只好二人心领神会而已。

此时出殡以后，贾珍家下人少，除尤老娘带领二姐三姐并几个粗使的丫鬟老婆子在正室居住外，其馀婢妾，都随在寺中。外面仆妇，不过晚间巡更，日间看守门户。白日无事，亦不进里面去。所以贾琏便欲趁此下手。遂托相伴贾珍为名，亦在寺中住宿，又时常借着替贾珍料理家务，不时至宁府中来勾搭二姐。

一日，有小管家俞禄来回贾珍道：“前者所用棚杠孝布并请杠人青衣，共使银一千一百十两，除给银五百两外，仍欠六百零十两。昨日两处买卖人俱来催讨，小的特来讨爷的示下。”贾珍道：“你且向库上领去就是了，这又何必来回我。”俞禄道：“昨日已曾上库上去领，但只是老爷宾天以后，各处支领甚多，所剩还要预备百日道场及庙中用度，此时竟不能发给。所以小的今日特来回爷，或者爷内库里暂且发给，或者挪借何项，咐吩了小的好办。”贾珍笑道：“你还当是先呢，有银子放着不使。你无论那里借了给他罢。”俞禄笑回道：“若说一二百，小的还可以挪借；这五六百，小的一时那里办得来。”

贾珍想了一回，向贾蓉道：“你问你娘去，昨日出殡以后，有江南甄家送来打祭银[38]五百两，未曾交到库上去，你先要了来〔九〕，给他去罢。”贾蓉答应了，连忙过这边来回了尤氏，复转来回他父亲道：“昨日那项银子已使了二百两，下剩的三百两令人送至家中交与老娘收了。”贾珍道：“既然如此，你就带了他去，向你老娘要了出来交给他。再也瞧瞧家中有事无事，问你两个姨娘好。下剩的俞禄先借了添上罢。”

贾蓉与俞禄答应了，方欲退出，只见贾琏走了进来。俞禄忙上前请了安。贾琏便问何事，贾珍一一告诉了。贾琏心中想道：“趁此机会正可至宁府寻二姐。”一面遂说道：“这有多大事，何必向人借去。昨日我方得了一项银子还没有使呢，莫若给他添上，岂不省事。”贾珍道：“如此甚好。你就吩咐了蓉儿，一并令他取去。”贾琏忙道：“这必得我亲身取去。再我这几日没回家了，还要给老太太、老爷、太太们请请安去。到大哥那边查查家人们有无生事，再也给亲家太太请请安。”贾珍笑道：“只是又劳动你，我心里倒不安。”贾琏也笑道：“自家兄弟，这有何妨呢。”贾珍又吩咐贾蓉道：“你跟了你叔叔去，也到那边给老太太、老爷、太太们请安，说我和你娘都请安，打听打听老太太身上可大安了？还服药呢没有？”贾蓉一一答应了，跟随贾琏出来，带了几个小厮，骑上马一同进城。

在路叔侄闲话。贾琏有心，便提到尤二姐，因夸说如何标致，如何做人好，举止大方，言语温柔，无一处不令人可敬可爱，“人人都说你婶子好，据我看那里及你二姨一零儿呢。”贾蓉揣知其意，便笑道：“叔叔既这么爱他，我给叔叔作媒，说了做二房，何如？”贾琏笑道：“你这是顽话还是正经话？”贾蓉道：“我说的是当真的话。”贾琏又笑道：“敢自好呢。只是怕你婶子不依，再也怕你老娘不愿意。况且我听见说你二姨儿已有了人家了。”

贾蓉道：“这都无妨。我二姨儿三姨儿都不是我老爷养的，原是我老娘带了来的。听见说，我老娘在那一家时，就把我二姨儿许给皇粮庄头张家，指腹为婚。后来张家遭了官司败落了，我老娘又自那家嫁了出来，如今这十数年，两家音信不通。我老娘时常报怨，要与他家退婚，我父亲也要将二姨转聘。只等有了好人家，不过令人找着张家，给他十几两银子，写上一张退婚的字儿。想张家穷极了的人，见了银子，有什么不依的。再他也知道咱们这样的人家，也不怕他不依。又是叔叔这样人说了做二房，我管保我老娘和我父亲都愿意。倒只是婶子那里却难。”贾琏听到这里，心花都开了，那里还有什么话说，只是一味呆笑而已。

贾蓉又想了一想，笑道：“叔叔若有胆量，依我的主意管保无妨，不过多花上几个钱。”贾琏忙道：“有何主意，快些说来，我没有不依的〔一〇〕。”贾蓉道：“叔叔回家，一点声色也别露，等我回明了我父亲，向我老娘说妥，然后在咱们府后方近左右买上一所房子及应用家伙，再拨两窝子家人过去服侍。择了日子，人不知鬼不觉娶了过去，嘱咐家人不许走漏风声。婶子在里面住着，深宅大院，那里就得知道了。叔叔两下里住着，过个一年半载，即或闹出来，不过挨上老爷一顿骂。叔叔只说婶子总不生育，原是为子嗣起见，所以私自在外面作成此事。就是婶子，见生米做成熟饭，也只得罢了。再求一求老太太，没有不完的事。”

自古道“欲令智昏”，贾琏只顾贪图二姐美色，听了贾蓉一篇话，遂为计出万全，将现今身上有服，并停妻再娶，严父妒妻种种不妥之处，皆置之度外了。却不知贾蓉亦非好意，素日因同他姨娘有情，只因贾珍在内，不能畅意。如今若是贾琏娶了，少不得在外居住，趁贾琏不在时，好去鬼混之意。贾琏那里思想及此，遂向贾蓉致谢道：“好侄儿，你果然能够说成了，我买两个绝色的丫头谢你。”说着，已至宁府门首。

贾蓉说道：“叔叔进去，向我老娘要出银子来，就交给俞禄罢。我先给老太太请安去。”贾琏含笑点头道：“老太太跟前别说我和你一同来的。”贾蓉道：“知道。”又附耳向贾琏道：“今日要遇见二姨，可别性急了，闹出事来，往后倒难办了。”贾琏笑道：“少胡说，你快去罢。我在这里等你。”于是贾蓉自去给贾母请安。

贾琏进入宁府，早有家人头儿率领家人等请安，一路围随至厅上。贾琏一一的问了些话，不过塞责而已，便命家人散去，独自往里面走来。原来贾琏贾珍素日亲密，又是弟兄，本无可避忌之人，自来是不等通报的。于是走至上房，早有廊下伺候的老婆子打起帘子，让贾琏进去。

贾琏进入房中一看，只见南边炕上只有尤二姐带着两个丫鬟一处做活，却不见尤老娘与三姐。贾琏忙上前问好相见。尤二姐含笑让坐，便靠东边排插儿[41]坐下。贾琏仍将上首让与二姐儿，说了几句见面情儿，便笑问道：“亲家太太和三妹妹那里去了，怎么不见？”尤二姐笑道：“才有事往后头去了，也就来的。”此时伺候的丫鬟因倒茶去，无人在跟前，贾琏不住的拿眼瞟着二姐。二姐低了头，只含笑不理。

贾琏又不敢造次动手动脚，因见二姐手中拿着一条拴着荷包的绢子摆弄，便搭讪着往腰里摸了摸，说道：“槟榔荷包也忘记了带了来，妹妹有槟榔，赏我一口吃。”二姐道：“槟榔倒有，就只是我的槟榔从来不给人吃。”贾琏便笑着欲近身来拿。二姐怕人看见不雅，便连忙一笑，撂了过来。贾琏接在手中，都倒了出来，拣了半块吃剩下的撂在口中吃了，又将剩下的都揣了起来。刚要把荷包亲身送过去，只见两个丫鬟倒了茶来。

贾琏一面接了茶吃茶，一面暗将自己带的一个汉玉九龙珮解了下来，拴在手绢上，趁丫鬟回头时，仍撂了过去。二姐亦不去拿，只装看不见，坐着吃茶。只听后面一阵帘子响，却是尤老娘三姐带着两个小丫鬟自后面走来。贾琏送目与二姐，令其拾取，这尤二姐亦只是不理。贾琏不知二姐何意，甚是着急，只得迎上来与尤老娘三姐相见。一面又回头看二姐时，只见二姐笑着，没事人似的；再又看一看绢子，已不知那里去了，贾琏方放了心。

于是大家归坐后，叙了些闲话。贾琏说道：“大嫂子说，前日有一包银子交给亲家太太收起来了，今日因要还人，大哥令我来取。再也看看家里有事无事。”尤老娘听了，连忙使二姐拿钥匙去取银子。这里贾琏又说道：“我也要给亲家太太请请安，瞧瞧二位妹妹。亲家太太脸面倒好，只是二位妹妹在我们家里受委屈。”尤老娘笑道：“咱们都是至亲骨肉，说那里的话。在家里也是住着，在这里也是住着。不瞒二爷说，我们家里自从先夫去世，家计也着实艰难了，全亏了这里姑爷帮助。如今姑爷家里有了这样大事，我们不能别的出力，白看一看家，还有什么委屈了的呢。”正说着，二姐已取了银子来，交与尤老娘。尤老娘便递与贾琏。贾琏叫一个小丫头叫了一个老婆子来，吩咐他道：“你把这个交给俞禄，叫他拿过那边去等我。”老婆子答应了出去。

只听得院内是贾蓉的声音说话。须臾进来，给他老娘姨娘请了安，又向贾琏笑道：“才刚老爷还问叔叔呢，说是有什么事情要使唤。原要使人到庙里去叫，我回老爷说叔叔就来。老爷还吩咐我，路上遇着叔叔叫快去呢。”贾琏听了，忙要起身，又听贾蓉和他老娘说道：“那一次我和老太太说的，我父亲要给二姨说的姨父，就和我这叔叔的面貌身量差不多儿。老太太说好不好？”一面说着，又悄悄的用手指着贾琏和他二姨努嘴。二姐倒不好意思说什么，只见三姐似笑非笑、似恼非恼的骂道：“坏透了的小猴儿崽子！没了你娘的说了！多早晚我才撕他那嘴呢！”一面说着，便赶了过来〔一一〕。贾蓉早笑着跑了出去，贾琏也笑着辞了出来。走至厅上，又吩咐了家人们不可耍钱吃酒等话。又悄悄的央贾蓉，回去急速和他父亲说。一面便带了俞禄过来，将银子添足，交给他拿去。一面给贾赦请安，又给贾母去请安。不提。

却说贾蓉见俞禄跟了贾琏去取银子，自己无事，便仍回至里面，和他两个姨娘嘲戏一回，方起身。至晚到寺，见了贾珍回道：“银子已经交给俞禄了。老太太已大愈了，如今已经不服药了。”说毕，又趁便将路上贾琏要娶尤二姐做二房之意说了。又说如何在外面置房子住，不使凤姐知道，“此时总不过为的是子嗣艰难起见。为的是二姨是见过的，亲上做亲，比别处不知道的人家说了来的好。所以二叔再三央我对父亲说。”只不说是他自己的主意。

贾珍想了想，笑道：“其实倒也罢了。只不知你二姨心中愿意不愿意。明日你先去和你老娘商量，叫你老娘问准了你二姨，再作定夺。”于是又教了贾蓉一篇话，便走过来将此事告诉了尤氏。尤氏却知此事不妥，因而极力劝止。无奈贾珍主意已定，素日又是顺从惯了的，况且他与二姐本非一母，不便深管，因而也只得由他们闹去了。

至次日一早，果然贾蓉复进城来见他老娘，将他父亲之意说了。又添上许多话，说贾琏做人如何好，目今凤姐身子有病，已是不能好的了，暂且买了房子在外面住着，过个一年半载，只等凤姐一死，便接了二姨进去做正室。又说他父亲此时如何聘，贾琏那边如何娶，如何接了你老人家养老，往后三姨也是那边应了替聘，说得天花乱坠，不由得尤老娘不肯。况且素日全亏贾珍周济，此时又是贾珍作主替聘，而且妆奁不用自己置买，贾琏又是青年公子，比张华胜强十倍，遂连忙过来与二姐商议。二姐又是水性的人，在先已和姐夫不妥，又常怨恨当时错许张华，致使后来终身失所，今见贾琏有情，况是姐夫将他聘嫁，有何不肯，也便点头依允。当下回复了贾蓉，贾蓉回了他父亲。

次日命人请了贾琏到寺中来，贾珍当面告诉了他尤老娘应允之事。贾琏自是喜出望外，感谢贾珍贾蓉父子不尽。于是二人商量着，使人看房子打首饰，给二姐置买妆奁及新房中应用床帐等物。不过几日，早将诸事办妥。已于宁荣街后二里远近小花枝巷内买定一所房子，共二十馀间。又买了两个小丫鬟。贾珍又给了一房家人，名叫鲍二，夫妻两口，以备〔一二〕二姐过来时服侍。那鲍二两口子听见这个巧宗儿，如何不来呢？又使人将张华父子叫来，逼勒着与尤老娘写退婚书。

却〔一三〕说张华之祖，原当皇粮庄头，后来死去。至张华父亲时，仍充此役，因与尤老娘前夫相好，所以将张华与尤二姐指腹为婚。后来不料遭了官司，败落了家产，弄得衣食不周，那里还娶得起媳妇呢。尤老娘又自那家嫁了出来，两家有十数年音信不通。今被贾府家人唤至，逼他与二姐退婚，心中虽不愿意，无奈惧怕贾珍等势焰，不敢不依，只得写了一张退婚文约。尤老娘与了二十两银子，两家退亲不提。

这里贾琏等见诸事已妥，遂择了初三黄道吉日，以便迎娶二姐过门。下回分解〔一四〕。

〔一〕 本回庚辰、己卯本缺，梦稿、蒙府、戚序、甲辰本及程甲本均存，文字各有出入。今取程甲本为底本，校以梦稿等各本。

[2] “丧礼与其奢易莫若俭戚”——丧礼与其奢侈而缺乏真情，不如俭朴而衷心悲戚。语出《论语·八佾》。这里是指缺乏真情实意。

〔二〕 “邢大舅”，原（本回指程甲本，下同）作“邢舅太爷”，从梦稿、蒙府、戚序本改。

[4] 藉草枕块——睡干草，枕土块。这是古时居父母丧的礼节。见《仪礼·既夕礼》贾公彦疏。藉草，意同“寝苫”，即以干草为席。

〔三〕 “紫绡”，原作“春燕”，从蒙府、戚序本改。

[6] 抓（chuǎ）子儿赢瓜子儿——抓子儿，一种女孩子的游戏，“手五丸，且掷、且拾、且承，曰抓子儿”。见《帝京景物略·春场》正月条。“丸”可用小石子、桃杏核，或小布口袋内装沙子或碎米之类，常不止五个。玩时有一定规则，以抓接又快又准者为胜。“赢瓜子儿”是一种罚约，输者要被赢家用指甲盖儿弹脑门、嗑下巴或打手心。

[7] 面壁——因达摩坐禅，面对墙壁，所以佛家打坐又叫面壁。见《五灯会元》卷一“东土祖师”。

〔四〕 “茗烟”，原作“焙茗”，从梦稿、蒙府、甲辰本改。

〔五〕 “龙文鼒”，原作“龙文鼎”，从梦稿、蒙府、戚序本改。

[10] 鼒（zī资）——小鼎。

[11] “春秋荐其时食”——每逢春秋祭祀，向祖先进献时鲜食品。《礼记·中庸》：“春秋，修其祖庙，陈其宗器，设其裳衣，荐其时食。”

[12] 便易——此处意为“方便”。

[13] “一代”句——意思是一代美人随着浪花消逝了。关于西施的结局，其说不一，较流行者有二：一说吴亡后她与范蠡同游五湖，见唐代陆广微《吴地记》引《越绝书》逸文；一说是沉水而死，见《墨子·亲士篇》。这里用的是后一说。倾城：代指绝世美女。《汉书·孝武李夫人传》载李延年歌曰：“北方有佳人，绝世而独立，一顾倾人城，再顾倾人国，宁不知倾城与倾国，佳人难再得！”

[14] “吴宫”句——意为西施已经死了，吴宫里的人空自想念你。儿家：你。明代汤显祖《牡丹亭·闺塾》：“只无邪两字，付与儿家。”

[15] “效颦”二句——意思是，且莫笑东邻那个效颦的丑女，她却能溪边浣纱到白头。效颦：《庄子·天运篇》说，西施邻家有一丑女，因见西施皱起眉头很好看，也学着捧心皱眉，结果显得更丑。后人根据传说敷衍成了“东施效颦”的故事。

[16] 虞姬——西楚霸王项羽的爱姬，名虞（一说姓虞），常随项羽出征。项羽被围垓下，夜闻四面楚歌，知汉军已近，乃悲歌慷慨，自作诗曰：“力拔山兮气盖世，时不利兮骓不逝。骓不逝兮可奈何？虞兮虞兮奈若何？”虞姬和之。见《史记·项羽本纪》。

[17] “肠断”句——意思是听到乌骓（zhuī追）迎风夜啸而痛断肝肠。乌骓：项羽所骑战马名。

[18] 重瞳——眼中有两个瞳孔。这里代指项羽。《史记·项羽本纪》：“又闻项羽亦重瞳子。”

[19] “黥（qínɡ擎）彭”二句——意谓与其像黥、彭那样他年甘受醢刑，何如虞姬那样自刎于楚帐之中。黥：指黥布，本是项羽的部将，降汉后随刘邦破楚，最后因谋反为刘邦所杀。见《史记·黥布列传》。彭：指彭越，最初起兵巨野泽中，曾助刘邦击昌邑，及归汉，封梁王。因有人告越谋反，刘邦先降越为庶人，后诛而醢之，以其醢遍赐诸侯。见《史记·魏豹彭越列传、黥布列传》。醢（hǎi海）：本是肉、鱼等制成的酱，这里指把人剁成肉酱的醢刑。饮剑：用剑自刎。唐代张守节《史记正义》引《楚汉春秋》记载的虞姬和项羽歌中有“大王意气尽，贱妾何聊生”之句，后人遂衍成虞姬自刎于楚帐的故事。

[20] 明妃——即王昭君，因避晋文帝司马昭讳，改“昭”为“明”。

[21] 出汉宫——指昭君出嫁于南匈奴呼韩邪单于事。

[22] “予夺”句——意思是决定取舍的权力为什么要交给画工呢！予夺：赐予和剥夺；取与舍。畀（bì毕）：交给。传说汉元帝后宫人多，不能遍见，叫画工先画了像，然后看像选见。宫人多向画工行贿而昭君不肯，所以像被丑化，不得召见。匈奴求亲，元帝选昭君前去，临行召见，方知昭君很美，但已无法挽回，遂杀掉毛延寿等许多画工泄愤。见《西京杂记》。

[23] 绿珠——晋代石崇的侍妾，姓梁，善吹笛。孙秀想要绿珠，石崇不给，孙遂假传皇帝诏令逮捕石崇，绿珠跳楼自杀，石崇也被处死。见《晋书·石崇传》及宋代乐史撰《绿珠传》。

[24] “瓦砾”二句——意谓石崇把瓦砾同明珠一例看待、一样抛弃，对姣艳美好的绿珠何尝看重过呢？石尉：即石崇，他曾作过散骑常侍、侍中、南蛮校尉等官。

[25] “都缘”二句——意谓只因石崇有前生造就的“顽福”，所以虽然他并不真正看重绿珠，却得到了绿珠的真情，不仅生前供他玩乐，而且临事为他殉情，同死，以慰其死后寂寞。“顽福”：义同“痴福”，即旧时俗语所谓“痴人有痴福”之意。同归：同死。这里是借用晋代潘岳《金谷集作诗》“投分寄石友，白首同所归”之句。后潘岳与石崇皆为孙秀陷害，同日行刑。潘后至，石谓潘曰：“安仁，卿亦复尔邪？”潘曰：“可谓‘白首同所归’。”见《晋书·潘岳传》、《世说新语·仇隙》。

[26] 红拂——唐代杜光庭《虬髯客传》的女主人公，姓张，初为隋朝大臣杨素的侍女，后私奔李靖。她在杨家时手执红拂（掸灰尘的用具），自称“红拂妓”。

〔六〕 “长揖”，原作“长剑”，从梦稿、蒙府、戚序本改。

[28] “长揖”句——指李靖以布衣见杨素时长揖不拜，仪态洒脱，言谈自若，雄辩服人，和一般卑躬屈节的进谒者不同。长揖：拱手。

〔七〕 “具眼”，原作“巨眼”，从梦稿、俄藏本改。

[30] “美人”句——意谓红拂眼光锐敏，能在李靖不得志时看出他将来一定有大作为。

[31] 尸居馀气——本形容人之将死。《晋书·宣帝纪》：“司马公尸居馀气，形神已离，不足虑矣。”这里借以极言杨素老朽不堪，无所作为。《虬髯客传》：红拂说杨素，“彼尸居馀气，不足畏也”。

[32] 第二义——第二等；第二流。

[33] 王荆公——即王安石，曾被封为荆国公。“意态”二句，见其《明妃曲》第一首。

[34] 永叔——欧阳修的字。“耳目”二句，见其《明妃曲·再和王介甫》。

〔八〕 “求贾母回家，王夫人等亦再三相”十三字，原无，从各本补。

[36] 传经——中医术语。人体外感风寒通过经络传至全身叫“传经”。

[37] 聚麀（yōu优）——指父子共占一个女子的禽兽行为。《礼记·曲礼》：“夫惟禽兽无礼，故父子聚麀。”麀：母鹿。

[38] 打祭银——奠仪，即送给死者家属以代祭品的银钱。

〔九〕 “你先要了来”，原作“家里再找找，凑齐了”，从各本改。

〔一〇〕 “有何主意，快些说来，我没有不依的”，原作“好孩子，你有什么主意，只管说给我听听”，从梦稿、蒙府、戚序、甲辰本改。

[41] 排插儿——即“牌插”，一种用于室内局部分隔的设施，常用于室内前后檐炕的两头。

〔一一〕 “一面说着，便赶了过来”，原无，从各本补。

〔一二〕 “贾珍又给了一房家人，名叫鲍二，夫妻两口，以备”，原作“只是府里家人不敢擅动，外头买人又怕不知心腹，走漏了风声，忽然想起家人鲍二来。当初因和他女人偷情，被凤姐儿打闹了一阵，含羞吊死了，贾琏给了二百银子，叫他另娶一个。那鲍二向来却就和厨子多浑虫的媳妇多姑娘有一手儿，后来多浑虫酒痨死了，这多姑娘儿见鲍二手里从容了，便嫁了鲍二。况且这多姑娘儿原也和贾琏好的，此时都搬出外头住着。贾琏一时想起来，便叫了他两口儿到新房子里来，预备”，这段文字仅程甲本所独有，文中写多浑虫已死，与脂本第七十七回有多浑虫出现不合，因从梦稿、蒙府、戚序、甲辰本改。

〔一三〕 “又使人将张华父子叫来，逼勒着与尤老娘写退婚书。却说”，原仅作“再说”，从各本增改。

〔一四〕 俄藏、蒙府、戚序、甲辰本回末有：“正是：只为同枝贪色欲，致使连理起戈矛”一联。

CHAPTER 64. Five fair women make subjects for a chaste maid’s verse And nine jade dragons make a love-gift for a flirt

As soon as Jia Rong learned that everything was ready, he returned to the temple and reported to his father to that effect. At once preparations for the procession into the city were put in motion. Bearers were organized, insignia, funeral banners and all the other paraphernalia got ready overnight, and messengers hurriedly sent out to relations and friends telling them when the procession would set out: five o’clock on the morning of the fourth.

The procession, needless to say, was of dazzling magnificence, and troops of mourners took part in it. It provoked varying reactions from the crowd numbering many thousands who lined the road to watch it, all the way from the Temple of the Iron Threshold to the gates of Ning-guo House. Some took a simple pleasure in the spectacle; others admired the wealth which had created it; but there were also a few sour-faced Confucian scholars who looked down their noses and muttered something about sumptuousness being no substitute for grief. A buzz of discussion followed its passing all along the route.

The procession reached the mansion at about three in the afternoon; the coffin was deposited in its shrine in the main hall; offerings were made; the lament was raised. After that the mourners began gradually to depart. Only those members of the Jia clan remained who had undertaken to lend the family a hand with the reception. Among relations not of the Jia surname the only one to stay behind was Lady Xing’s brother, Xing De-quan.

As long as there were visitors around, convention obliged Cousin Zhen and Jia Rong to remain in appropriately grief-stricken attitudes beside the coffin, conforming, as far as possible, to the scriptural canons on mourning which enjoin the bereaved son, among other things, to ‘lie upon rushes with a sod of earth for his pillow’; but as soon as the last guest had gone, they were off like a shot to enjoy the society of their young female relations inside.

Throughout this period Bao-yu too was expected to put on mourning and go over every day to Ning-guo House to spend the whole day there beside the coffin. Xi-feng was not well enough to go over daily, but on days when there were sutra-readings and the callers were numerous, she would drag herself over and lend You-shi a hand in entertaining the wives.

One morning after the early offering, when Cousin Zhen and Jia Rong, worn out by a succession of short nights and long, exhausting days, lay dozing beside the coffin, Bao-yu thought that as there were no visitors he might just as well go back home and see Dai-yu. Calling at Green Delights on the way, he found the courtyard silent and deserted. In the coolness of the surrounding gallery a few old women and junior maids were sitting or lying about in various postures of sleep. He had no wish to disturb them, and would have made his way into the house alone; but just as he was approaching the doorway, Number Four caught sight of him and started up, intending to raise the blind for him to enter. She had not time to do so however, for at that very moment Parfumée came rushing out and very nearly ran into him. She checked herself just in time.

‘What are you doing here?’ There was an expression of pleased surprise on her face. ‘Don’t let Skybright get me! She’s trying to hit me.’

Inside the room there was a clatter of numerous tiny objects striking the floor and a moment later Skybright burst through the doorway in pursuit.

‘Where are you, you little wretch? If you’ve lost, you have to have a slap. It’s no good running to Bao-yu to protect you: he isn’t here today.’

Bao-yu laughingly intercepted her.

‘She’s only little. I don’t know how she’s offended you, but won’t you forgive her for my sake?’

Bao-yu’s sudden appearance at that moment was so unexpected that Skybright found it comical.

‘Parfumée must be a little witch! I wouldn’t have thought even magic spells could bring someone so quickly! Well, I don’t care!’ she said, having recovered somewhat from her surprise. ‘Magic or no magic, I’m going to get her!’

She wrested the arm free that Bao-yu was holding and darted at Parfumée; but Parfumée dodged behind Bao-yu’s back and clung to him. Bao-yu took Skybright by one hand and Parfumée by the other and walked with them into the room. There, on the kang under the west wall, Musk, Ripple, Emerald and. Swallow sat playing dibs: melon-seeds for winners and slaps for losers. Parfumée had lost to Skybright and run out to avoid the slap. The clattering noise that Bao-yu had heard was the sound of dib-stones falling from Sky-bright’s lap when she got up to chase her. Bao-yu surveyed the scene approvingly.

‘I thought you’d be a bit quiet here with me away,’ he said. ‘And as the days are so long now, I was afraid you might be going to sleep after lunch and making yourselves ill. I’m glad you’ve found a way of keeping yourselves amused – Where’s Aroma?’ he asked, suddenly noticing that she was not with them.

‘Oh, Aroma,’ said Skybright. ‘Aroma’s gone religious. She’s sitting on her own in the next room like Bodhidharma with her face to the wall. I haven’t dared disturb her so I haven’t the least idea what she’s doing. Whatever it is, she’s being very quiet about it. You’d better go in and have a look: perhaps she’s attained Enlightenment!’

Bao-yu laughed and went into the inner room. He found Aroma sitting on the couch by the window making knots in a length of grey silk cord. She rose to her feet as he entered.

‘What lies has that wretch Skybright been telling about me? I wanted to get on with this knotting, that’s what I came in here for. I hadn’t got time to fool about with the others, so I pretended that I wanted to take advantage of your being away by sitting here quietly on my own and meditating for a bit. Bodhidharma, indeed! I’ll pinch that girl’s mouth!’

Bao-yu laughed and sat down beside her to watch her knot.

‘The days are so long now, you ought to take a break of some kind. If you don’t fancy playing with the others, why not come with me to see Cousin Lin? Surely it’s much too hot for knotting?’

‘I noticed that you’re still wearing that old black fan-cover we made for you when you went into mourning for Mrs Rong. As long as you were only wearing it once or twice a year, it didn’t seem worth the trouble of replacing it; but now that you have to wear summer mourning every day at the other House, I thought it was high time I made you a new one. As soon as I’ve finished this cord for it, you can take the old one off and put it on. I know you don’t care very much about this sort of thing, but if Her Old Ladyship were to see you wearing the old one when she got back, she’d be sure to blame me for neglecting you. She’d say I was too lazy even to notice what you were wearing.’

Bao-yu smiled.

‘It’s very nice of you to have thought about it. But don’t drive yourself too hard. You don’t want to give yourself a heat stroke.’

At that moment Parfumée came in carrying a cup of water-cooled tea for him on a tray. Because as a little boy he had been delicate, Bao-yu was never given ice-cold tea to drink in summer. To cool his tea they plunged the tea-pot into a basin of water freshly drawn from the well. The water was changed several times until the tea inside the pot, though not chilled, had reached a pleasant freshness. He drank half the contents of the cup while Parfumdé held it to his lips, then turned his head back again to address Aroma.

‘I told Tealeaf when I left that if anyone important turns up at Cousin Zhen’s, he is to let me know immediately; otherwise I shan’t be going back there.’

He got up to go. As he was leaving the house, he called back to Emerald and the others in the outer room:

‘If I’m wanted for anything, you’ll find me at Miss Lin’s.’

On his way there, just as he was about to cross Drenched Blossoms Bridge, he came upon Snowgoose followed by two old women carrying an assortment of caltrops, melons and lotus-roots.

‘What are they for?’ Bao-yu asked her. ‘I know your mistress never eats that sort of thing. Is she expecting Mrs Zhu or someone?’

‘If I tell you, you mustn’t let on when you see her,’ said Snowgoose.

Bao-yu nodded.

‘You can go on ahead and give that stuff to Miss Nightingale,’ Snowgoose said to the two women. ‘If she asks you why I’m not with you, tell her I’m doing something and I’ll be back directly.’

The women made some reply and continued on their way. Snowgoose waited until they were out of earshot.

‘The Mistress has been feeling a bit better this last day or two. But when Miss Tan looked in after lunch today and wanted her to go with her to call on Mrs Lian, she wouldn’t go. She appeared to be thinking about something and had a little cry. Then presently she picked up her writing-brush and did a lot of writing – poetry I think. She told me to send out for some melons and things. While I did that, she said, Nightingale was to clear the qin-table in the inner room, move it into the outside room, and put the dragon incense-burner on it. She said she’d tell us what to do with the melons when I got back. If she’s planning to entertain someone, I don’t see what she wants the incense-burner for – certainly not for burning incense in, because she doesn’t like incense as a rule. She likes to have fresh flowers and fruit and gourds about her but not incense because she doesn’t like the smell of it in her clothes. Anyway, if she does want to burn some, why not in the inner room, where she spends all her time? Unless it’s because the old women have made the outer room a bit smelly and she’s burning it to get rid of the smell. The fact is, I really don’t know. You’ll have to go and find out for yourself.’

While she was speaking, Bao-yu had unconsciously lowered his head.

‘From what Snowgoose says,’ he thought, ‘there must be some other reason for this. She wouldn’t have things put out specially if she were merely entertaining one of the girls. Perhaps today is the anniversary of Aunt Lin’s death. No, just a bit: it can’t be. When it is, Grandma always sends her the stuff for the offering and she’s done that already this year. Perhaps it’s for a seasonal offering. Perhaps she’s been reading the Doctrine of the Mean:

In each season of the year… offer things seasonable.

It’s possible. If I go and see her now, when she is feeling upset, I am sure to want to talk her out of it and shall probably only succeed in causing her to suppress her grief. On the other hand, if I don’t go, then with no one there to stop her, she may simply go on getting more and more upset. Either way will be bad for her. The best thing will be for me to go and see Cousin Feng first, sit with her for a bit, and look in at Cousin Lin’s on my way back. Then, if she is still upset, I shall try to find some means of consoling her. In that way I shall be able to prevent her grief from getting out of hand, though at the same time she will have had a chance of giving it expression, so that there will be no danger of its being unhealthily repressed.’

Having come to this decision, he let Snowgoose go on to the Naiad’s House alone and made his way out of the Garden to Xi-feng’s place. He arrived just as a number of women-servants who had been reporting on household matters were leaving. Xi-feng herself was leaning inside the gateway talking to Patience. She smiled at Bao-yu as she saw him come.

‘You’ve come back, then? I’ve just this moment been telling Lin Zhi-xiao’s wife to send someone over to the other place to tell your pages that if you don’t appear to be doing anything they ought to slip in and ask you to come back here for a rest. I was afraid that in this hot weather with so many people milling around there, you might find the sweaty smells a bit too much for you. But you’ve come back anyway, so I needn’t have bothered.’

‘Thank you for the kind thought, though,’ said Bao-yu. ‘I decided to come back here partly because there was nothing there for me to do, but also because I noticed that you haven’t been over there for some days and I wanted to see if you were all right. How are you feeling lately?’

‘Oh, still pretty much the same,’ said Xi-feng. ‘Still up one day and down the next. Now that Grandmother and your mother are away, those senior women are getting quite out of hand, fighting or quarrelling about something or other every day. We’ve even had cases of gambling and thieving recently. Of course, your sister is a great help; but she’s a young unmarried girl and there are certain things she can’t be told about. When they crop up, I have to struggle out of bed and deal with them myself. So I don’t really get a lot of rest. Under the circumstances there’s not much prospect yet of getting better: all I can hope is that I shan’t get any worse!’

‘I know. But you’ve got to look after yourself,’ said Bao-yu. ‘You must try not to worry so much.’

He chatted with her a little longer before going back into the Garden. Arriving at the Naiad’s House, he could see the remains of incense smoke as he entered the courtyard gate. In the outer room there was a wet patch on the flagstones where a libation had been poured, and Nightingale was supervising the removal of the qin-table to the inside room and the replacement of various other objects and bits of furniture. Concluding that the little service (if that is what it had been) must just be over, he went inside. Dai-yu was lying down with her face to the wall. She looked ill and exhausted. At the sound of Nightingale’s ‘Master Bao, Miss’, she raised herself wearily, though with a smiling face, and invited him to sit by her.

‘How have you been these last few days, coz?’ he said. ‘You look a bit calmer than you did, but something seems to have been upsetting you.’

‘I can’t imagine why you should say so,’ said Dai-yu. ‘I am perfectly all right.’

‘How can you expect me to believe that?’ said Bao-yu. ‘The tears are still wet on your face. You should learn to take things a bit easier. It is bad for a person who has so much illness to be constantly indulging in grief. If you end up by undermining your health, I –’

The realization that what he was about to say was probably something that ought not to be said caused the words to stick in his throat. For although, from the fact that he and Dai-yu had grown up together, there existed a most perfect sympathy between them, although there was nothing in the world that either of them wanted more than to live and die in each other’s company, the understanding that this was so was a wordless one which had never been expressed. In the past, because Dai-yu was so sensitive, words had all too often proved a stumbling-block. And now today, when the whole point of his coming here was to comfort her, here he was again, on the point of saying something that would offend her! Finding that he could not go on, a sort of panic gripped him. He feared he was going to make her angry; and yet he so desperately wanted to help her. As he thought about it, the panic gave way to a feeling of helpless sadness and he began to cry.

Dai-yu, sensing that he was about to make one of those extravagant statements that she always found so irritating, had indeed been on the point of getting angry; but when she saw his internal struggle and the tears which followed it, she felt not angry with him but moved, and being herself of a tearful disposition, was soon sitting there in silence and weeping with him for company. To Nightingale, who came in at that moment with some tea, it appeared as if they must have been having a quarrel.

‘Just when Miss Lin is getting along nicely,’ she said to Bao-yu with some asperity, ‘what do you mean by coming along here and upsetting her?’

Bao-yu laughed and wiped his eyes.

‘I’ve done no such thing.’

To cover up his embarrassment, he got up and began pacing about the room. In doing so, he caught sight of a sheet of paper sticking out from underneath Dai-yu’s inkstone. The temptation to reach out and pick it up proved irresistible, and before Dai-yu could get up and snatch it from him, he had put it in the bosom of his gown.

‘Let me read it, Dai!’

‘Whatever you come here about,’ said Dai-yu, ‘you always seem to end up by nosing through my papers.’

Bao-chai came in while she was speaking.

‘What is it you want to read, cousin?’ she asked Bao-yu.

Bao-yu still had no idea what the piece of paper contained, and because he was uncertain what Dai-yu’s feelings would be about his reading it, he hesitated to answer Bao-chai’s question for fear of giving Dai-yu offence. He therefore smiled and said nothing, while all the time his eyes rested on Dai-yu questioningly. Dai-yu smiled at Bao-chai and invited her to be seated.

‘I’ve been looking at some lives of famous women,’ said Dai-yu, ‘all of them women who are famous in history for their beauty or intelligence. There was so much I found moving – heartening and admirable in some cases, tragic and deplorable in others – that after lunch today, having nothing better to do, I decided to make a selection of them and try writing poems about them in which some of those feelings could be expressed. Then Tan-chun came in and asked me to go with her to see Cousin Feng, but I didn’t feel up to it. After doing only five of the poems I had planned, I suddenly felt too tired to go on and left them lying there on the table, little thinking that Master Bao would come along and discover them. I wouldn’t really mind his seeing them if it weren’t for the fear that he might go copying them out and showing them to other people.’

‘When did I ever do such a thing?’ said Bao-yu indignantly. ‘If you’re referring to the White Crab-flower poems on that fan, I wrote them on it myself in small kai-shu characters merely for the convenience of always having them by me when I wanted to look at them. I fully realize that poems written in the privacy of the women’s quarters are not lightly to be passed around outside. Ever since you spoke to me about it, I have been careful not to carry that fan with me anywhere but inside the Garden.’

‘Cousin Lin is right to be worried,’ said Bao-chai. ‘Now that the poems are written on that fan, there is always the possibility that you might one day forget and carry it with you to your room outside. Suppose Uncle’s literary gentlemen were to see it there, they would be sure to ask you who the poems were by. If as a result of that they were to become public property, it would be extremely unpleasant for us. “A stupid woman is a virtuous one”: that is what the old proverb says. A girl’s first concern is to be virtuous, her second is to be industrious. She may write poetry if she likes as a diyersion, but it is an accomplishment she could just as well do without. The last thing girls of good family need is a literary reputation.’ She paused and gave Dai-yu a smile. ‘There would be no harm in letting me see them of course. The important thing is not to allow Cousin Bao to go off with them.’

‘In the light of what you have just been saying,’ said Dai-yu drily, ‘I’m not at all sure that I ought to let you look at them either. Anyway,’ she pointed to Bao-yu, ‘he’s already got them.’

Bao-yu assumed from her tone that he might read them. Extracting the paper from the inside pocket of his gown, he drew up close to Bao-chai so that the two of them could peruse it together. This is what they read.

Xi Shi

That kingdom-quelling beauty dissolved like the flower of foam.

In the foreign palace, Xi Shi, did you yearn for your old home?

Who laughs at your ugly neighbour with her frown-and-simper now,

Still steeping her yarn at the brook-side, and the hair snow-white on her brow?

Yu ji

The very crows are grieving as they caw in the cold night air.

She faces her beaten Tyrant King with a haggard look of despair:

‘Let the others wait for the hangman, to be hacked and quartered and rent;

‘Better the taste of one’s own steel in the decent dark of a tent.’

Lady Bright

To a loveliness that dazzled, the palace of Han showed the door;

For ‘the fair are mostly ill-fated’, as has been said often before.

Yet it seems strange that an emperor – even one with such tepid views –

Should abandon his eyes’ own judgement and let a painter choose!

Green Pearl

Pebble or pearl – to Shi Chong it was only a rich man’s whim:

Do you really believe your undoubted charms meant so very much to him?

It was fate, from some past life preordained, that made him take his rash stand,

And the craving to have a companion in death’s dark, silent land.

Red Duster

She marked the firm, courteous protest, the well-phrased confident plan,

And, under the unsuccessful clerk, saw the essential Man.

The great Yang Su in her eyes was finished from that hour:

He could not hold a girl like her for all his pomp and power.

After praising the poems enthusiastically, Bao-yu suggested that, as there were five of them, a good collective title would be ‘Songs for Five Fair Women’; and without waiting for Dai-yu’s approval, he picked up her writing-brush and wrote it on the left-hand side of the sheet after the poems.

‘Whatever subject one chooses for a poem,’ said Bao-chai, ‘it is important that one’s treatment of it should be original. If one merely plods along in the footsteps of earlier poets, it doesn’t matter how fine the language is, the lack of originality will prevent it from being a really good poem. Thus, many poets have taken Lady Bright as their theme, but the best ones have always contrived to give the subject a new turn, one emphasizing the sad fate of Lady Bright herself, another the wickedness of the painter Ma Yan-shou, another the frivolousness of the Han emperor who employed him to paint portraits of court ladies rather than portraits of distinguished statesmen and soldiers, and so on. Further new twists were given to this theme by Wang An-shi:

What brush could ever capture a beauty’s breathing grace? The painter did not merit death who botched that lovely face.

and by Ou-yang Xiu:

A prince so ill able to control what went on under his nose Must hope in vain to impose his rule on remote barbarian foes.

Cousin Lin shows the same originality as these two poets, by presenting each of her subjects in a novel and interesting light –’

Before she could continue with her disquisition, a servant came in to announce that Jia Lian was back. His arrival at the Ning mansion had been reported some time ago and he was expected any moment at Rong-guo House. Bao-yu at once got up and, hurrying out to the front part of the mansion, waited inside the main gate for his cousin to arrive. He did not have to wait long. Within moments Jia Lian was dismounting from his horse and stepping through the gateway. Bao-yu advanced to meet him, touched hand and knee to the ground in greeting, and wished good health, first, as was good manners, to his grandmother and mother, from whom Jia Lian had come, and then to Jia Lian himself. The cousins then went inside together, hand in hand. Li Wan, Xi-feng, Bao-chai, Dai-yu, Ying-chun, Tan-chun and Xi-chun were already waiting for Jia Lian in the hall. After each of them had greeted him individually, he gave them his news.

‘Grandmother will be arriving here early tomorrow. She’s been keeping very well on the journey. Today she sent me on ahead to make sure that everything here is all right. I shall be leaving again tomorrow at four o’clock in the morning and going out of the city to meet her.’

They asked him a few questions about the journey, but because they knew how tired he must be after so much travel, soon left him so that he could go back to his own room and get some rest. About the remainder of that day our narrative is silent.

Grandmother Jia and Lady Wang arrived home round about lunchtime the following day. When the initial greetings were over, the old lady sat for a while and sipped a cup of tea before taking Lady Wang and the others with her to Ning-guo House. A great wailing rose up as she arrived. Jia She and Jia Lian had gone there after seeing the old lady home, and as she and her party entered the room in which the coffin stood, the two of them advanced to meet her at the head of a number of weeping clansmen, and supported her one on each side as she approached the coffin. At the foot of it Cousin Zhen and Jia Rong knelt down, pressing their heads against her skirts and weeping piteously. To people of advancing years even simulated grief is distressing, and Grandmother Jia, an arm about each head, wept very bitterly herself. Jia She and Jia Lian did their best to comfort her, and at last, when her grief had somewhat abated, she moved on, to the right of the coffin-screens, where You-shi and her daughter-in-law were waiting for her. Here there was more clinging and weeping, after which those present came forward one by one to salute Grandmother Jia and welcome her in a more normal fashion.

Cousin Zhen, fearing that Grandmother Jia, who had still not rested properly after her tiring journey, would become distressed if she were to sit much longer in such melancholy surroundings, strongly urged her not to stay. When at last he had prevailed on her to go and she was back in her own apartment at Rong-guo House, it became evident that the shock of mourning, following so soon upon the discomforts of travel, had indeed had an adverse effect on her ageing constitution. By nightfall she was showing all the symptoms of incipient illness: heaviness in the head, a constricted feeling in the chest, a blocked-up nose and hoarseness of the voice. The doctor was summoned immediately and half that night and the whole of the following day taken up with consultations, prescriptions and the preparation and administering of medicine. Fortunately the illness had not yet established itself in her system and responded rapidly to treatment. There was a slight outbreak of perspiration round about midnight of the second night and after that her pulse and temperature both returned to normal. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; though to be on the safe side they kept up the dosage for another day.

A few days later it was Jia Jing’s ‘funeral’ – in this case no more than the re-depositing of his coffin in the family temple. Grandmother Jia was still not well enough to take part; Bao-yu stayed at home to look after his grandmother; and Xi-feng was still insufficiently recovered. Apart from them, all the other members of the Rong-guo family, Jia She, Jia Lian, Lady Xing and Lady Wang, together with all the men- and women-servants of their households, accompanied their Ning-guo cousins to the Temple of the Iron Threshold. They were back again that evening; but Cousin Zhen, You-shi and Jia Rong stayed on at the temple for the Hundred Days, at the end of which Jia Jing was to be taken to his final resting-place in Nanking. Old Mrs You and her two daughters remained all this while at the Ning-guo mansion to keep an eye on things.

Jia Lian had heard a good deal in the past about these two step-sisters of You-shi, though, to his great regret, he had never until very recently had an opportunity of meeting them. The opportunity had presented itself on the occasion of Jia Jing’s removal into the city. Since then they had become fairly well acquainted. Acquaintanceship in his case (Jia Lian being what he was) had been accompanied by the first stirrings of lust. He felt encouraged by an unsavoury rumour he had heard to the effect that his cousins Zhen and Rong, both father and son, had at one time or another enjoyed the sisters’ favours. Whenever he had a chance to, he flirted or made eyes at them – unsuccessfully in San-jie’s case, for she met all his advances with indifference, but with a more promising reaction from her sister. Unfortunately, with so many pairs of eyes watching, he could not follow up his success, apart from which he was a little scared that Cousin Zhen might be jealous. Between him and Er-jie it could be said that there was a silent understanding; but for the time being there could be nothing more.

This all changed after the funeral. Then, at Ning-guo House, apart from Mrs You and the two sisters and a few maids and older women employed to do the rough work, hardly anyone from the master apartment was left behind. All the personal maids, parlour maids and concubines stayed with their master and mistress at the temple. As for the married servants, their activities were confined to keeping watch at night and minding the gates by day; and since they had their own quarters outside, they had no reason to go inside the house except when they were on duty. This seemed to Jia Lian to be an excellent time to act. A pretended wish to keep Cousin Zhen company at the temple gave him an excuse for absenting himself from his own house, whilst the pretext of attending to household matters on Cousin Zhen’s behalf enabled him to make several trips back to Ning-guo House, thus providing him with further opportunities for pursuing his flirtation with Er-jie.

One day Yu Lu, a junior steward from Ning-guo House, came out to see Cousin Zhen about some business.

‘The total cost of the procession, including funeral furnishings and hire of labour, was one thousand one hundred and ten taels. Of that, five hundred taels have already been paid, leaving six hundred and ten taels outstanding. Yesterday I had the managers of both agencies round asking me for the rest of the money. I thought I’d better see you about it and ask you what I’m to do.’

‘Why didn’t you go straight to the counting-house and draw what’s wanted?’ said Cousin Zhen. ‘I don’t see why you should need to come bothering me about it.’

‘I did go to the counting-house, sir,’ said Yu Lu, ‘but since Sir Jing passed away they have already paid out so much that they’ve barely got enough left to pay for the Hundred Days services and the expenses of your stay here in the temple. They couldn’t pay these bills without eating into what has been earmarked for something else. That’s why I’ve come out to see you. I wondered whether you would want me to pay them out of your personal account, or whether there’s some other account you could transfer the money from. If you will let me know what you want me to do, I’ll go ahead and do it.’

Cousin Zhen laughed.

‘The days when we had money lying around unused in private accounts have long since passed. You’ll have to borrow the money where you can.’

It was Yu Lu’s turn to laugh.

‘If it were one hundred or two hundred taels, sir, I might be able to manage something; but five or six hundred? Where would I get a sum like that at short notice?’

After thinking for a bit, Cousin Zhen turned to Jia Rong:

‘Go to your mother, Rong, and ask her for that five hundred taels the Zhens of Nanking sent us after the funeral. It hasn’t been handed in to the counting-house yet. And ask her to have a rake-around and see if she can’t raise the whole sum.’

Jia Rong hurried off. In a very short time he was back again with his mother’s answer.

‘Mother says two hundred of the five hundred has already been spent. She sent the remaining three hundred back home for Grandmother You to take care of.’

‘In that case,’ said Cousin Zhen, ‘you’d better go back with Yu Lu to ask her for it and let him have it. While you’re about it, you’ll be able to see if everything at home is all right. And of course give my regards to your aunts. – Yu Lu, you’ll have to raise the rest of the money as best you can by borrowing.’

Jia Rong and Yu Lu promised to do his bidding, but just as they were about to withdraw Jia Lian walked into the room. Yu Lu stepped up to him smartly and dropped him a salute.

‘What’s happened?’ said Jia Lian.

Cousin Zhen proceeded to explain to him why Yu Lu was there. As he did so, it occurred to Jia Lian that this would be a good opportunity of going to the Ning-guo mansion and looking up Er-jie again.

‘It seems a pity to go straining one’s credit for so trifling a sum,’ he said. ‘I had a little windfall the other day that I haven’t made use of yet. Why don’t I let him have that to add to your three hundred and save him the trouble of borrowing?’

‘That will be splendid,’ said Cousin Zhen. ‘Perhaps you will authorize Rong to pick it up then, when he goes to collect the three hundred?’

‘I think it will be necessary to go for it myself,’ said Jia Lian hurriedly. ‘In any case I haven’t been home for some days. I really ought to drop in and pay my respects to Grandmother and Lady Wang and my parents. I shall be able to look in at your place too, Zhen, and make sure that your servants are behaving themselves. And pay my respects to your mother-in-law, of course.’

‘It means imposing on you once again,’ said Cousin Zhen, smiling. ‘I don’t know whether I should let you.’

‘For goodness’ sake!’ said Jia Lian. ‘One’s own cousin!’

‘Go with your uncle, then,’ Cousin Zhen instructed Jia Rong, ‘and when you see Lady Jia and the other ladies and Sir She to make your bow to them, remember to say that your mother and I send them our regards. And don’t forget to ask whether Lady Jia is quite better yet and whether or not she is still taking medicine.’

Having ‘yessir’-ed each one of these commands, Jia Rong followed his Uncle Lian outside. The two of them then took horse and, accompanied by Yu Lu and several pages, all on horseback, rode out towards the city. As Er-jie was very much on his mind, Jia Lian beguiled the journey by talking to his nephew about her as they rode along. He spoke approvingly of her good looks and gentle character. He remarked what perfect poise she had and what a soft and pleasing way of speaking. In fact, he concluded, everything about her excited one’s admiration and respect.

‘Everyone speaks so highly of your Aunt Feng, but to my mind she isn’t a patch on her.’

Jia Rong understood very well where this conversation was leading them.

‘If you love her so much, Uncle,’ he said, ‘why not let me be your matchmaker and arrange for you to have her as your Number Two?’

‘Is that a joke,’ said Jia Lian, ‘or are you in earnest?’

‘I’m being perfectly serious.’

Jia Lian laughed:

‘It’s certainly an attractive proposal. The only trouble is, I don’t think your Aunt Feng would ever stand for it. And besides, your Grandmother You might not be willing. And haven’t I heard somewhere that your Aunt Er is already engaged to someone?’

‘None of these is really a problem,’ said Jia Rong. ‘Aunt Er and Aunt San, although they took his surname, were not really my Grandpa You’s daughters. When Gran married my Grandpa You as his second wife, she brought them with her from a previous marriage. I’ve heard Gran say that when she was carrying Aunt Er, her first husband had an agreement with a friend of his called Zhang, who was a manager on one of the Imperial Farms and whose own wife was also pregnant at the time. They agreed that if the children their wives were carrying turned out to be a boy and a girl, they should be betrothed to each other. In that way Aunt Er was engaged to the Zhangs’ boy from the moment she was born. Later on the Zhangs lost all their money in a lawsuit, and Gran lost her first husband and married my Grandpa You, and for ten or fifteen years now she hasn’t heard a word from them. She often complains about the betrothal and says she wishes she could get it revoked; and Father is anxious to betroth Aunt Er to someone else. He’s only waiting until he has found the right person, and then he means to find out where the Zhangs are, hand them a small sum of money, and persuade them to sign a deed of revocation. The Zhangs are so poor, they are hardly likely to refuse. In fact, when they’ve seen the kind of people we are, they probably won’t dare. And whatever Father and Gran might have thought about Aunt Er becoming a Number Two in other circumstances, I’m sure they would have no objection in your case. The only difficulty as I see it is Aunt Feng.’

Jia Lian was so enraptured by the main part of what Jia Rong had been saying, that it is doubtful whether he heard those last words at all. For some moments he rode on in silence, a fatuous grin on his face. Meanwhile Jia Rong was thinking.

‘I’ll tell you what, Uncle,’ he said presently: ‘if you’ve got the nerve, there’s one way of doing this that would be absolutely fool-proof. It would involve you in spending a bit of money though.’

‘Never mind that, dear boy!’ said Jia Lian eagerly. ‘If you have a plan, just tell me what it is.’

‘Don’t say anything about this when we arrive,’ said Jia Rong, ‘but wait until I have had a chance to explain it all to Father and he can arrange it with my Gran. When it’s all settled, buy a little house somewhere in the streets at the back of our mansion, furnish it, install one or two married couples to look after it, and then all you have to do is choose the day: you can marry Aunt Er then and nobody be any the wiser. Of course, you’d have to impress on the servants that they are not to let on about it; but provided they don’t talk, there’s no reason why Aunt Feng tucked away in the inner courtyards should ever hear about it. And by the time you’ve been living together for a year or two, you ought to be able to ride the storm out even if your secret is blown. You’d have to face an explosion from Sir She, of course; but you can tell him that you did it for the family, because Aunt Feng is unable to have a son. And as for Aunt Feng herself, when she sees that the rice is cooked and knows that it can’t be uncooked, she’ll have to put up with it. That only leaves the old lady to square, and you should be able to do that easily enough with a bit of coaxing.’

There is an old saying, ‘Desire maketh the wise man a fool’. Jia Lian was so intoxicated by his desire for Er-jie that Jia Rong’s idiotic plan struck him as unassailable. The fact that he was in mourning, the fact that a secret marriage of the kind he was contemplating was bigamous and illegal, the fact that he had an extremely strict father and an exceptionally jealous wife – all those things which ought to have given him pause were lightly brushed aside. Nor did it occur to him that Jia Rong’s counsel was by no means disinterested. Jia Rong had designs upon Er-jie himself, to which the presence of his father, when they were all together in the same house, was an impediment. If Jia Lian married Er-jie, she would have to live outside, and there would be unlimited opportunities for larks with her whenever Jia Lian was away. Blind to all this, Jia Lian thanked Jia Rong profusely and promised him a suitable reward.

‘If you can really arrange this for me, dear boy, I’ll buy you a pair of the prettiest little girls who are to be had and make you a present of them!’

They were by now approaching the gates of Ning-guo House.

‘You go in here and ask my Gran for the money to give to Yu Lu, Uncle. I’m going on to the other House to pay my respects to the old lady.’

Jia Lian smiled and nodded.

‘When you see her, don’t let on that I came here with you, will you?’

‘All right,’ said Jia Rong; then, leaning over, he added in a low voice in his uncle’s ear: ‘If you should happen to see Aunt Er today, don’t let impatience get the better of you! A scandal now will make it harder to arrange things later.’

‘Cheeky devil!’ said Jia Lian laughing. ‘Go on, be on your way now! I’ll be waiting for you here.’

While Jia Rong went on to the Rong mansion alone, Jia Lian turned into the gateway of Ning-guo House. The men-servants temporarily in charge there were waiting inside the gate to welcome him, with the other servants all lined up behind them. They clustered round him as he made his way up to the hall. There, for form’s sake, he asked them a few perfunctory questions before dismissing them and continuing on his way to the inner apartments.

As cousins and intimates having no secrets from one another, Cousin Zhen and Jia Lian had always felt free to come and go in each other’s apartments without formality, and so, when Jia Lian approached the main sitting-room of Cousin Zhen’s apartment, the old women at the door simply raised the portière for him and let him go in unannounced.

Looking round him as he entered, Jia Lian saw only Er-jie and a couple of maids sewing together on the kang at the southern end of the room. The mother and the other sister were not in evidence. He went up and greeted her. In response to her smiling invitation to join her, he climbed up and sat with his back resting against the openwork partition along the eastern side of the kang, insisting that Er-jie should take the place of honour. After a few generalities, he asked her where Mrs You and San-jie were.

‘Just gone out the back to see about something,’ said Er-jie. ‘They’ll be here again in a moment.’

The maids now went outside to fetch tea, leaving the two of them alone together. Jia Lian ogled Er-jie meaningfully, but she merely smiled, keeping her eyes demurely downwards, and pretended not to notice. At this stage, he judged, a physical advance would be premature. He noticed that as she sat there her hands were continuously playing with a length of silk handkerchief to which a tiny embroidered bag was attached. To fill in the embarrassed silence that was developing, he pretended to be feeling for something at his waist.

‘Oh, I’ve come out without my betel! Give me some betel, my dear, if you’ve got any.’

‘I have got some,’ said Er-jie, ‘but it’s not for other people.’

Jia Lian laughed and made a movement towards her, as if he intended to snatch the handkerchief and its little pouch from her by force, whereupon Er-jie, rather than risk someone coming in and finding them in the midst of an unseemly tussle, threw it across to him with a little laugh. Jia Lian caught it in mid-air, emptied the contents into the palm of his hand, selected one single half-eaten nut which he popped into his mouth and began chewing, and stuffed all the rest back into the bag. He was just going to hand it back to her when the two maids came in again with the tea. Jia Lian took a cup from one of them and began sipping it. While the maids were not looking, he contrived to unfasten a Han jade girdle pendant in the form of nine tiny interlocking dragons that he wore attached to his belt, tie it onto the handkerchief and toss it back for Er-jie to catch. But Er-jie pretended not to have noticed. She allowed the handkerchief with the two small objects attached to it to fall beside her on the kang and went on calmly sipping her tea.

Just then there was a rattle of the portière and old Mrs You and San-jie came into the room from the back, attended by two little maids. Jia Lian signalled with his eyes to Er-jie that she should pick the handkerchief up, but Er-jie continued to ignore him. In somewhat of a panic by now and wondering what Er-jie could be at, he rose to his feet and advanced to meet San-jie and the old lady. When, after exchanging courtesies with them, he glanced back behind him, Er-jie was standing unconcernedly in the same place, with the same inscrutable smile on her face; but the handkerchief had vanished. He breathed a sigh of relief.

When they were all seated and a few pleasantries had been exchanged between them, Jia Lian remembered the business on which he was supposed to have come.

‘Zhen’s wife says that she sent a packet of silver to you the other day to look after for her. It’s wanted now to pay some bills with, so Zhen has sent me to ask you for it and also to find out if everything at home is all right.’

Mrs You at once told Er-jie to take the key of the chest and fetch the money for her.

‘I’m also glad of the opportunity my errand gives me of offering you my respects, ma’am, and of seeing the young ladies again,’ Jia Lian continued after Er-jie had gone. ‘I must say, you are looking extremely well. But I am sorry the young ladies should have to put up with the inconvenience of moving into a strange house.’

‘Tut, for one’s own kin!’ said Mrs You, smiling. ‘You are too polite, Mr Lian! It’s of no consequence where we stay: one bed is as good as another. To tell you the truth, things have been very difficult for us since Mr You passed away. If it hadn’t been for the help given us by my daughter’s husband, I really don’t know how we should have managed. To look after the house for him in his time of trouble is the very least we can do in return. It can certainly not be spoken of as an inconvenience.’

Er-jie had now returned with the silver and handed it to her mother; her mother handed it to Jia Lian; and Jia Lian ordered one of the maids to call in one of the old women from outside, whom he then instructed to take it to Yu Lu and tell him to wait for him in the front.

While the old woman was going off with the money, Jia Rong’s voice could be heard outside in the courtyard and a few moments later he appeared. He greeted his grandmother and two aunts before turning with a smile to Jia Lian:

‘Sir She has been asking about you, Uncle. He says there’s something he wants you to do for him. He was going to send someone to fetch you from the temple, but I told him you were already on your way into the city. He told me that if I ran into you on my way back, I was to tell you to hurry.’

Jia Lian hastily rose to go, but delayed to hear something that Jia Rong was saying to Mrs You.

‘You know the other day I was telling you that Father has found a husband for Aunt Er, Gran. In looks and build he has quite a strong resemblance to Uncle Lian. Does that please you?’

Since he was pointing a finger at Jia Lian and simultaneously making a face at Er-jie while he said this, the question appeared to be meant as much for Er-jie as for her mother. If so, Er-jie was too embarrassed to answer. Not so her sister, however.

‘Little monster!’ San-jie shouted, half angrily and half in jest. ‘Keep your dirty little mouth shut – unless you want me to come over and shut it for you!’

Jia Rong retreated, laughing, from the room; and Jia Lian, taking a laughing farewell of the old lady and her daughters, went out after him. He stopped in the hall again on his way out to admonish the servants: not to gamble, not to drink, and so forth. Then, after a private aside with Jia Rong in which he urged him to return with all speed to the temple and speak about a certain matter to his father, he went with Yu Lu to the other mansion and gave him the balance of the amount owing. Having dispatched Yu Lu, he went in to see what his father wanted, and after that to Grandmother Jia’s apartment to pay his respects. But these are formalities with which we need not concern ourselves.

We return, then, to the Ning-guo mansion, where Jia Rong, concluding, when he saw Yu Lu go off with Jia Lian, that there was nothing more for him to do, went back to the inner apartments for further badinage with his young aunts before setting off once more for the temple. It was evening when he arrived there and reported back to his father.

‘Yu Lu got the money all right. And Lady Jia is now completely recovered. She is no longer taking medicine.’

He availed himself of the opportunity to tell his father about Jia Lian: how, on the journey into town, he had expressed a desire to take Er-jie as his Number Two and how he proposed to set her up in a separate establishment, keeping Xi-feng in ignorance of the marriage.

‘His sole reason for taking a Number Two,’ Jia Rong explained, ‘is that he wants a son. And the reason he particularly wants Aunt Er is because he feels it would be better to keep things in the family and have someone he knows, than risk taking some unknown person from outside. He was very insistent that I should speak to you about this.’

He omitted to mention that he was the author of this plan.

Cousin Zhen, after reflecting on it, seemed well disposed.

‘Actually, it’s not a bad idea. I wonder whether your Aunt Er would be willing, though. You’d better go in again tomorrow and have a word with your Grandmother You. Tell her to talk to your Aunt Er about it and see if she accepts. If she does, we can go ahead and fix it up properly.’

After a good deal more advice to Jia Rong on how he was to conduct himself, Cousin Zhen went inside to see You-shi and told her about the plan. You-shi could see at once that it would not work and did her best to dissuade him; but Cousin Zhen’s mind was made up; and in the end, since she was accustomed to giving in to him, and since Er-jie was in any case only a step-sister, for whom therefore she felt only limited responsibility, she allowed the menfolk to go ahead and washed her hands of the whole affair.

Jia Rong went into town next morning and told his grandmother what his father had told him to say. He also added a good deal of his own. He told her what a capital person Jia Lian was; how Xi-feng was ill and not expected to get better; how Jia Lian was planning to buy a house outside and install Er-jie in it temporarily, but how in a year or two, as soon as Xi-feng was dead, he would move her inside and make her his Number One. He went on to tell her about the gifts Cousin Zhen would give for the betrothal and of the wedding presents that Jia Lian was planning for his bride; how Jia Lian was prepared to look after Mrs You in her old age; and how in due course he would see San-jie provided with a husband. The Liang dynasty preacher on whom the heavens rained down flowers could not have spoken with greater eloquence. Mrs You could hardly fail to agree, particularly in view of the fact that she depended on Cousin Zhen for her livelihood and that it was he who was sponsoring the marriage. And Jia Lian was such a fine young gentleman – infinitely superior to that Zhang boy. She would go to Er-jie at once and talk it over with her.

You Er-jie was a highly impressionable young woman. Already, in the past, she had compromised herself with her sister’s husband. And she had always resented the arbitrary betrothal to Zhang Hua (as the Zhangs’ boy was called) which seemed to condemn her to a lifetime of poverty. If Jia Lian loved her and her brother-in-law was prepared to give her away, what possible objection could she have to the marriage? Her consent was given with a nod, conveyed at once to Jia Rong by her mother, and in due course reported to Cousin Zhen.

Next day Cousin Zhen invited Jia Lian to the temple to hear from his own lips that Mrs You had consented. Jia Lian, delighted that the matter had been settled with so little trouble, at once began discussing what to do. Agents had to be engaged to look round for a suitable house, jewellery for Er-jie’s trousseau had to be ordered, and furnishings had to be purchased for the house. Within a few days all this had been done. A twenty-frame house in Little Flower Lane about two thirds of a mile north of Two Dukes Street had been bought, furnished throughout, and two little maids purchased to go with it.

Jia Lian was at first uncertain what to do about older servants. If he used servants from his own household, their transfer was sure to be detected; on the other hand a married couple purchased from outside would be strangers, and therefore of uncertain loyalty and impossible to trust. Suddenly he remembered Bao Er, whose unfortunate wife had hanged herself after being attacked by Xi-feng in a fit of jealous rage. At the time Jia Lian had given him some money and promised him a new wife. The wife he had eventually chosen for him was none other than the Mattress, widowed since the drunken cook ‘Droopy’ Duo had finally drunk himself to death. Bao Er had had prior experience of her charms and knew that he was getting a good bargain; and the Mattress for her part was glad to be married to someone who (thanks to Jia Lian’s subvention) could afford to be free with his money. This couple, united in their loyalty to Jia Lian and dislike of Xi-feng, seemed an ideal choice for the new establishment and were to their immense satisfaction installed in it, along with the newly-purchased maids, to be at Er-jie’s disposal when she arrived.

There remained only the matter of Zhang Hua to be dealt with. It was Zhang Hua’s grandfather who had originally held the managerial post on one of the Imperial Farms. His father simply inherited the post when the old man died. While holding it, he had made the arrangement with Mrs You’s first husband, who was his good friend, as a result of which Zhang Hua and Er-jie were engaged to each other from their earliest infancy. Some time after that he lost all his possessions in a lawsuit and the family were reduced to penury so dire that even food and clothing were a problem, and taking on a new daughter-in-law was, for the time being, wholly out of the question. Then Er-jie’s mother had remarried, and for fourteen years or more they had been completely out of touch. Their whereabouts were eventually traced, however, and Zhang Hua’s father summoned to Ning-guo House and induced to sign a deed of revocation releasing Er-jie from her betrothal. He did not want to sign it, but was too intimidated by Cousin Zhen’s air of affluence and authority to object. After he had signed, Mrs You handed him twenty taels, and that was that.

Everything had now been taken care of. All that remained was for Jia Lian to name the day. The calendar was consulted and the third of the sixth month, which was just beginning, was found to be the earliest auspicious day. On that day, it was decided, Er-jie should be received as a bride in her new home.

But for that event you must await the following chapter.