Chapter 49 · In the Lu Hsüeh pavilion, they vie with each other in pairing verses on the scenery. In the Nuan Hsiang village, they compose, in beautiful style, riddles for the spring lanterns.
some distinction as to order. Let me write out what's needful."
After uttering this proposal, she urged every one to draw lots and
determine the precedence. The first one to draw was Li Wan. After her,
a list of the respective names was made in the order in which they came
out.
"Well, in that case," lady Feng rejoined, "I'll also give a top line."
The whole party laughed in chorus. "It will be ever so much better like
this," they said.
Pao-ch'ai supplied above 'the old labourer of Tao Hsiang' the word
'Feng,' whereupon Li Wan went on to explain the theme to her.
"You musn't poke fun at me!" lady Feng smiled, after considerable
reflection. "I've only managed to get a coarse line. It consists of
five words. As for the rest, I have no idea how to manage them."
"The coarser the language, the better it is," one and all laughed. "Out
with it! You can then go and attend to your legitimate business!"
"I fancy," lady Feng observed, "that when it snows there's bound to be
northerly wind, for last night I heard the wind blow from the north the
whole night long. I've got a line, it's:
"'The whole night long the northern wind was high;'
"but whether it will do or not, I am not going to worry my mind about
it."
One and all, upon hearing this, exchanged looks. "This line is, it's
true, coarse," they smiled, "and gives no insight into what comes
below, but it's just the kind of opening that would be used by such as
understand versification. It's not only good, but it will afford to
those, who come after you, inexhaustible scope for writing. In fact,
this line will take the lead, so 'old labourer of Tao Hsiang' be quick
and indite some more to tag on below."
Lady Feng, 'sister-in-law' Li, and P'ing Erh had then another couple of
glasses, after which each went her own way. During this while Li Wan
wrote down:
The whole night long the northern wind was high;
and then she herself subjoined the antithetical couplet:
The door I ope, and lo the flakes of snow are still toss'd by the
wind,
And drop into the slush. Oh, what a pity they're so purely white!
Hsiang Ling recited:
All o'er the ground is spread, alas, this bright, refulgent gem;
But with an aim; for it is meant dry herbage to revive.
T'an Ch'un said:
Without design the dying sprouts of grain it nutrifies.
But in the villages the price of mellow wine doth rise.
Li Ch'i added:
In a good year, grain in the house is plentiful.
The bulrush moves and the ash issues from the tube.
Li Wen continued:
What time spring comes the handle of the Dipper turns.
The bleaky hills have long ago their verdure lost.
Chou-yen proceeded:
On a frost-covered stream, no tide can ever rise.
Easy the snow hangs on the sparse-leaved willow twigs.
Hsiang-yün pursued:
Hard 'tis for snow to pile on broken plantain leaves.
The coal, musk-scented, burns in the precious tripod.
Pao-ch'in recited:
Th' embroidered sleeve enwraps the golden sable in its folds.
The snow transcends the mirror by the window in lustre.
Pao-yü suggested:
The fragrant pepper clings unto the wall.
The side wind still in whistling gusts doth blow.
Tai-yü added:
A quiet dream becomes a cheerless thing.
Where is the fife with plum bloom painted on?
Pao-ch'ai continued:
In whose household is there a flute made of green jade?
The fish fears lest the earth from its axis might drop.
"I'll go and see that the wine is warm for you people," Li Wan smiled.
But when Pao-ch'ai told Pao-ch'in to connect some lines, she caught
sight of Hsiang-yün rise to her feet and put in:
What time the dragon wages war, the clouds dispel.
Back to the wild shore turns the man with single scull.
Pao-ch'in thereupon again appended the couplet:
The old man hums his lines, and with his whip he points at the 'Pa'
bridge.
Fur coats are, out of pity, on the troops at the frontiers bestowed.
But would Hsiang-yün allow any one to have a say? The others could not
besides come up to her in quickness of wits so that, while their eyes
were fixed on her, she with eyebrows uplifted and figure outstretched
proceeded to say:
More cotton coats confer, for bear in memory th' imperial serfs!
The rugged barbarous lands are (on account of snow) with dangers
fraught.
Pao-ch'ai praised the verses again and again, and next contributed the
distich:
The twigs and branches live in fear of being tossed about.
With what whiteness and feath'ry step the flakes of snow descend!
Tai-yü eagerly subjoined the lines:
The snow as nimbly falls as moves the waist of the 'Sui' man when
brandishing the sword.
The tender leaves of tea, so acrid to the taste, have just been newly
brewed and tried.
As she recited this couplet, she gave Pao-yü a shove and urged him to
go on. Pao-yü was, at the moment, enjoying the intense pleasure of
watching the three girls Pao-ch'ai, Pao-ch'in and Tai-yü make a joint
onslaught on Hsiang-yün, so that he had of course not given his mind to
tagging any antithetical verses. But when he now felt Tai-yü push him
he at length chimed in with:
The fir is the sole tree which is decreed for ever to subsist.
The wild goose follows in the mud the prints and traces of its steps.
Pao-ch'in took up the clue, adding:
In the forest, the axe of the woodcutter may betimes be heard.
With (snow) covered contours, a thousand peaks their heads jut in the
air.
Hsiang-yün with alacrity annexed the verses:
The whole way tortuous winds like a coiled snake.
The flowers have felt the cold and ceased to bud.
Pao-ch'ai and her companions again with one voice eulogised their fine
diction.
T'an Ch'un then continued:
Could e'er the beauteous snow dread the nipping of frost?
In the deep court the shivering birds are startled by its fall.
Hsiang-yün happened to be feeling thirsty and was hurriedly swallowing
a cup of tea, when her turn was at once snatched by Chou-yen, who gave
out the lines,
On the bare mountain wails the old man Hsiao.
The snow covers the steps, both high and low.
Hsiang-yün immediately put away the tea-cup and added:
On the pond's surface, it allows itself to float.
At the first blush of dawn with effulgence it shines.
Tai-yü recited with alacrity the couplet:
In confused flakes, it ceaseless falls the whole night long.
Troth one forgets that it implies three feet of cold.
Hsiang-yün hastened to smilingly interpose with the distich:
Its auspicious descent dispels the Emperor's grief.
There lies one frozen-stiff, but who asks him a word?
Pao-ch'in too speedily put on a smile and added:
Glad is the proud wayfarer when he's pressed to drink.
Snapped is the weaving belt in the heavenly machine.
Hsiang-yün once again eagerly quoted the line:
In the seaside market is lost a silk kerchief.
But Lin Tai-yü would not let her continue, and taking up the thread,
she forthwith said:
With quiet silence, it enshrouds the raiséd kiosque.
Hsiang-yün vehemently gave the antithetical verse:
The utter poor clings to his pannier and his bowl.
Pao-ch'in too would not give in as a favour to any one, so hastily she
exclaimed:
The water meant to brew the tea with gently bubbles up.
Hsiang-yün saw how excited they were getting and she thought it
naturally great fun. Laughing, she eagerly gave out:
When wine is boiled with leaves 'tis not easy to burn.
Tai-yü also smiled while suggesting:
The broom, with which the bonze sweepeth the hill, is sunk in snow.
Pao-ch'in too smilingly cried:
The young lad takes away the lute interred in snow.
Hsiang-yün laughed to such a degree that she was bent in two; and she
muttered a line with such rapidity that one and all inquired of her:
"What are you, after all, saying?"
In the stone tower leisurely sleeps the stork.
Hsiang-yün repeated.
Tai-yü clasped her breast so convulsed was she with laughter. With loud
voice she bawled out:
Th' embroidered carpet warms the affectionate cat.
Pao-ch'in quickly, again laughingly, exclaimed:
Inside Selene's cave lo, roll the silvery waves.
Hsiang-yün added, with eager haste:
Within the city walls at eve was hid a purple flag.
Tai-yü with alacrity continued with a smile:
The fragrance sweet, which penetrates into the plums, is good to eat.
Pao-ch'ai smiled. "What a fine line!" she ejaculated; after which, she
hastened to complete the couplet by saying:
The drops from the bamboo are meet, when one is drunk, to mix with
wine.
Pao-ch'in likewise made haste to add:
Betimes, the hymeneal girdle it moistens.
Hsiang-yün eagerly paired it with:
Oft, it freezeth on the kingfisher shoes.
Tai-yü once more exclaimed with vehemence:
No wind doth blow, but yet there is a rush.
Pao-ch'in promptly also smiled, and strung on:
No rain lo falls, but still a patter's heard.
Hsiang-yün was leaning over, indulging in such merriment that she was
quite doubled up in two. But everybody else had realised that the trio
was struggling for mastery, so without attempting to versify they kept
their gaze fixed on them and gave way to laughter.
Tai-yü gave her another push to try and induce her to go on. "Do you
also sometimes come to your wits' ends; and run to the end of your
tether?" she went on to say. "I'd like to see what other stuff and
nonsense you can come out with!"
Hsiang-yün however simply fell forward on Pao-ch'ai's lap and laughed
incessantly.
"If you've got any gumption about you," Pao-ch'ai exclaimed, shoving
her up, "take the second rhymes under 'Hsiao' and exhaust them all, and
I'll then bend the knee to you."
"It isn't as if I were writing verses," Hsiang-yün laughed rising to
her feet; "it's really as if I were fighting for very life."
"It's for you to come out with something," they all cried with a laugh.
T'an Ch'un had long ago determined in her mind that there could be no
other antithetical sentences that she herself could possibly propose,
and she forthwith set to work to copy out the verses. But as she passed
the remark: "They haven't as yet been brought to a proper close," Li
Wen took up the clue, as soon as she caught her words, and added the
sentiment:
My wish is to record this morning's fun.
Li Ch'i then suggested as a finale the line:
By these verses, I'd fain sing th' Emperor's praise.
"That's enough, that will do!" Li Wan cried. "The rhymes haven't, I
admit, been exhausted, but any outside words you might introduce, will,
if used in a forced sense, be worth nothing at all."
While continuing their arguments, the various inmates drew near and
kept up a searching criticism for a time.
Hsiang-yün was found to be the one among them, who had devised the
largest number of lines.
"This is mainly due," they unanimously laughed, "to the virtue of that
piece of venison!"
"Let's review them line by line as they come," Li Wan smilingly
proposed, "but yet as if they formed one continuous poem. Here's Pao-yü
last again!"
"I haven't, the fact is, the knack of pairing sentences," Pao-yü
rejoined with a smile. "You'd better therefore make some allowance for
me!"
"There's no such thing as making allowances for you in meeting after
meeting," Li Wan demurred laughing, "that you should again after that
give out the rhymes in a reckless manner, waste your time and not show
yourself able to put two lines together. You must absolutely bear a
penalty today. I just caught a glimpse of the red plum in the Lung
Ts'ui monastery; and how charming it is! I meant to have plucked a twig
to put in a vase, but so loathsome is the way in which Miao Yü goes on,
that I won't have anything to do with her! But we'll punish him by
making him, for the sake of fun, fetch a twig for us to put in water."
"This penalty," they shouted with one accord, "is both excellent as
well as pleasant."
Pao-yü himself was no less delighted to carry it into execution, so
signifying his readiness to comply with their wishes, he felt desirous
to be off at once.
"It's exceedingly cold outside," Hsiang-yün and Tai-yü simultaneously
remarked, "so have a glass of warm wine before you go."
Hsiang-yün speedily took up the kettle, and Tai-yü handed him a large
cup, filled to the very brim.
"Now swallow the wine we give you," Hsiang-yün smiled. "And if you
don't bring any plum blossom, we'll inflict a double penalty."
Pao-yü gulped down hurry-scurry the whole contents of the cup and
started on his errand in the face of the snow.
"Follow him carefully." Li Wan enjoined the servants.
Tai-yü, however, hastened to interfere and make her desist. "There's no
such need," she cried. "Were any one to go with him, he'll contrariwise
not get the flowers."
Li Wan nodded her head. "Yes!" she assented, and then went on to direct
a waiting-maid to bring a vase, in the shape of a beautiful girl with
high shoulders, to fill it with water, and get it ready to put the plum
blossom in. "And when he comes back," she felt induced to add, "we must
recite verses on the red plum."
"I'll indite a stanza in advance," eagerly exclaimed Hsiang-yün.
"We'll on no account let you indite any more to-day," Pao-ch'ai
laughed. "You beat every one of us hollow; so if we sit with idle
hands, there won't be any fun. But by and bye we'll fine Pao-yü; and,
as he says that he can't pair antithetical lines, we'll now make him
compose a stanza himself."
"This is a capital idea!" Tai-yü smiled. "But I've got another
proposal. As the lines just paired are not sufficient, won't it be well
to pick out those who've put together the fewest distiches, and make
them versify on the red plum blossom?"
"An excellent proposal!" Pao-ch'ai ventured laughing. "The three girls
Hsing Chou-yen, Li Wen and Li Ch'i, failed just now to do justice to
their talents; besides they are visitors; and as Ch'in Erh, P'in Erh
and Yün Erh got the best of us by a good deal, it's only right that
none of us should compose any more, and that that trio should only do
so."
"Ch'i Erh," Li Wan thereupon retorted, "is also not a very good hand at
verses, let therefore cousin Ch'in have a try!"
Pao-ch'ai had no alternative but to express her acquiescence.
"Let the three words 'red plum blossom,'" she then suggested, "be used
for rhymes; and let each person compose an heptameter stanza. Cousin
Hsing to indite on the word 'red;' your elder cousin Li on 'plum;' and
Ch'in Erh on 'blossom.'"
"If you let Pao-yü off," Li Wan interposed, "I won't have it!"
"I've got a capital theme," Hsiung-yün eagerly remarked, "so let's make
him write some!"
"What theme is it?" one and all inquired.
"If we made him," Hsiang-yün resumed, "versify on: 'In search of Miao
Yü to beg for red plum blossom,' won't it be full of fun?"
"That will be full of zest," the party exclaimed, upon hearing the
theme propounded by her. But hardly had they given expression to their
approval than they perceived Pao-yü come in, beaming with smiles and
glee, and holding with both hands a branch of red plum blossom. The
maids hurriedly relieved him of his burden and put the branch in the
vase, and the inmates present came over in a body to feast their eyes
on it.
"Well, may you look at it now," Pao-yü smiled. "You've no idea what an
amount of trouble it has cost me!"
As he uttered these words, T'an Ch'un handed him at once another cup of
warm wine; and the maids approached, and took his wrapper and hat, and
shook off the snow.
But the servant-girls attached to their respective quarters then
brought them over extra articles of clothing. Hsi Jen, in like manner,
despatched a domestic with a pelisse, the worse for wear, lined with
fur from foxes' ribs, so Li Wan, having directed a servant to fill a
plate with steamed large taros, and to make up two dishes with
red-skinned oranges, yellow coolie oranges, olives and other like
things, bade some one take them over to Hsi Jen.
Hsiang-yün also communicated to Pao-yü the subject for verses they had
decided upon a short while back. But she likewise urged Pao-yü to be
quick and accomplish his task.
"Dear senior cousin, dear junior cousin," pleaded Pao-yü, "let me use
my own rhymes. Don't bind me down to any."
"Go on as you like," they replied with one consent.
But conversing the while, they passed the plum blossom under
inspection.
This bough of plum blossom was, in fact, only two feet in height; but
from the side projected a branch, crosswise, about two or three feet in
length the small twigs and stalks on which resembled coiled dragons, or
crouching earthworms; and were either single and trimmed pencil-like,
or thick and bushy grove-like. Indeed, their appearance was as if the
blossom spurted cosmetic. This fragrance put orchids to the blush. So
every one present contributed her quota of praise.
Chou-yen, Li Wen and Pao-ch'in had, little though it was expected, all
three already finished their lines and each copied them out for
herself, so the company began to peruse their compositions, subjoined
below, in the order of the three words: 'red plum blossom.'
Verses to the red plum blossom by Hsing Chou-yen.
The peach tree has not donned its fragrance yet, the almond is not
red.
What time it strikes the cold, it's first joyful to smile at the east
wind.
When its spirit to the Yü Ling hath flown, 'tis hard to say 'tis
spring.
The russet clouds across the 'Lo Fu' lie, so e'en to dreams it's
closed.
The green petals add grace to a coiffure, when painted candles burn.
The simple elf when primed with wine doth the waning rainbow
bestride.
Does its appearance speak of a colour of ordinary run?
Both dark and light fall of their own free will into the ice and
snow.
The next was the production of Li Wen, and its burden was:
To write on the white plum I'm not disposed, but I'll write on the
red.
Proud of its beauteous charms, 'tis first to meet the opening drunken
eye.
On its frost-nipped face are marks; and these consist wholly of
blood.
Its heart is sore, but no anger it knows; to ashes too it turns.
By some mistake a pill (a fairy) takes and quits her real frame.
From the fairyland pool she secret drops, and casts off her old form.
In spring, both north and south of the river, with splendour it doth
bloom.
Send word to bees and butterflies that they need not give way to
fears!
This stanza came next from the pen of Hsüeh Pao-ch'in,
Far distant do the branches grow; but how beauteous the blossom
blooms!
The maidens try with profuse show to compete in their spring
head-dress.
No snow remains on the vacant pavilion and the tortuous rails.
Upon the running stream and desolate hills descend the russet clouds.
When cold prevails one can in a still dream follow the lass-blown
fife.
The wandering elf roweth in fragrant spring, the boat in the red
stream.
In a previous existence, it must sure have been of fairy form.
No doubt need 'gain arise as to its beauty differing from then.
The perusal over, they spent some time in heaping, smiling the while,
eulogiums upon the compositions. And they pointed at the last stanza as
the best of the lot; which made it evident to Pao-yü that Pao-ch'in,
albeit the youngest in years, was, on the other hand, the quickest in
wits.
Tai-yü and Hsiang-yün then filled up a small cup with wine and
simultaneously offered their congratulations to Pao-ch'in.
"Each of the three stanzas has its beauty," Pao-ch'ai remarked, a smile
playing round her lips. "You two have daily made a fool of me, and are
you now going to fool her also?"
"Have you got yours ready?" Li Wan went on to inquire of Pao-yü.
"I'd got them," Pao-yü promptly answered, "but the moment I read their
three stanzas, I once more became so nervous that they quite slipped
from my mind. But let me think again."
Hsiang-yün, at this reply, fetched a copper poker, and, while beating
on the hand-stove, she laughingly said: "I shall go on tattooing. Now
mind if when the drumming ceases, you haven't accomplished your task,
you'll have to bear another fine."
"I've already got them!" Pao-yü rejoined, smilingly.
Tai-yü then picked up a pencil. "Recite them," she smiled, "and I'll
write them down."
Hsiang-yün beat one stroke (on the stove). "The first tattoo is over,"
she laughed.
"I'm ready," Pao-yü smiled. "Go on writing."
At this, they heard him recite:
The wine bottle is not opened, the line is not put into shape.
Tai-yü noted it down, and shaking her head, "They begin very smoothly,"
she said, as she smiled.
"Be quick!" Hsiang-yün again urged.
Pao-yü laughingly continued:
To fairyland I speed to seek for spring, and the twelfth moon to find.
Tai-yü and Hsiang-yün both nodded. "It's rather good," they smiled.
Pao-yü resumed, saying:
I will not beg the high god for a bottle of the (healing) dew,
But pray Shuang O to give me some plum bloom beyond the rails.
Tai-yü jotted the lines down and wagged her head to and fro. "They're
ingenious, that's all," she observed.
Hsiang-yün gave another rap with her hand.
Pao-yü thereupon smilingly added:
I come into the world and, in the cold, I pick out some red snow.
I leave the dusty sphere and speed to pluck the fragrant purple
clouds.
I bring a jagged branch, but who in pity sings my shoulders thin?
On my clothes still sticketh the moss from yon Buddhistic court.
As soon as Tai-yü had done writing, Hsiang-yün and the rest of the
company began to discuss the merits of the verses; but they then saw
several servant-maids rush in, shouting: "Our venerable mistress has
come."
One and all hurried out with all despatch to meet her. "How comes it
that she is in such good cheer?" every one also laughed.
Speaking the while, they discerned, at a great distance, their
grandmother Chia seated, enveloped in a capacious wrapper, and rolled
up in a warm hood lined with squirrel fur, in a small bamboo
sedan-chair with an open green silk glazed umbrella in her hand. Yüan
Yang, Hu Po and some other girls, mustering in all five or six, held
each an umbrella and pressed round the chair, as they advanced.
Li Wan and her companions went up to them with hasty step; but dowager
lady Chia directed the servants to make them stop; explaining that it
would be quite enough if they stood where they were.
On her approach, old lady Chia smiled. "I've given," she observed,
"your Madame Wang and that girl Feng the slip and come. What deep snow
covers the ground! For me, I'm seated in this, so it doesn't matter;
but you mustn't let those ladies trudge in the snow."
The various followers rushed forward to take her wrapper and to support
her, and as they did so, they expressed their acquiescence.
As soon as she got indoors old lady Chia was the first to exclaim with
a beaming face: "What beautiful plum blossom! You well know how to make
merry; but I too won't let you off!"
But in the course of her remarks, Li Wan quickly gave orders to a
domestic to fetch a large wolf skin rug, and to spread it in the
centre, so dowager lady Chia made herself comfortable on it. "Just go
on as before with your romping and joking, drinking and eating," she
then laughed. "As the days are so short, I did not venture to have a
midday siesta. After therefore playing at dominoes for a time, I
bethought myself of you people, and likewise came to join the fun."
Li Wan soon also presented her a hand-stove, while T'an Ch'un brought
an extra set of cups and chopsticks, and filling with her own hands, a
cup with warm wine, she handed it to her grandmother Chia. Old lady
Chia swallowed a sip. "What's there in that dish?" she afterwards
inquired.
The various inmates hurriedly carried it over to her, and explained
that 'they were pickled quails.'
"These won't hurt me," dowager lady Chia said, "so cut off a piece of
the leg and give it to me."
"Yes!" promptly acquiesced Li Wan, and asking for water, she washed her
hands, and then came in person to carve the quail.
"Sit down again," dowager lady Chia said, pressing them, "and go on
with your chatting and laughing. Let me hear you, and feel happy. Just
you also seat yourself," continuing, she remarked to Li Wan, "and
behave as if I were not here. If you do so, well and good. Otherwise, I
shall take myself off at once."
But it was only when they heard how persistent she was in her
solicitations that they all resumed the seats, which accorded with
their age, with the exception of Li Wan, who moved to the furthest
side.
"What were you playing at?" old lady Chia thereupon asked.
"We were writing verses," answered the whole party.
"Wouldn't it be well for those who are up to poetry," dowager lady Chia
suggested; "to devise a few puns for lanterns so that the whole lot of
us should be able to have some fun in the first moon?"
With one voice, they expressed their approval. But after they had
jested for a little time; "It's damp in here;" old lady Chia said, "so
don't you sit long, for mind you might be catching cold. Where it's
nice and warm is in your cousin Quarta's over there, so let's all go
and see how she is getting on with her painting, and whether it will be
ready or not by the end of the year."
"How could it be completed by the close of the year?" they smiled. "She
could only, we fancy, get it ready by the dragon boat festival next
year."
"This is dreadful!" old lady Chia exclaimed. "Why, she has really
wasted more labour on it than would have been actually required to lay
out this garden!"
With these words still on her lips, she ensconced herself again in the
bamboo sedan, and closed in or followed by the whole company, she
repaired to the Lotus Fragrance Arbour, where they got into a narrow
passage, flanked on the east as well as the west, with doors from which
they could cross the street. Over these doorways on the inside as well
as outside were inserted alike tablets made of stone. The door they
went in by, on this occasion, lay on the west. On the tablet facing
outwards, were cut out the two words representing: 'Penetrating into
the clouds.' On that inside, were engraved the two characters meaning:
'crossing to the moon.' On their arrival at the hall, they walked in by
the main entrance, which looked towards the south. Dowager lady Chia
then alighted from her chair. Hsi Ch'un had already made her appearance
out of doors to welcome her, so taking the inner covered passage, they
passed over to the other side and reached Hsi Ch'un's bedroom; on the
door posts of which figured the three words: 'Warm fragrance isle.'
Several servants were at once at hand; and no sooner had they raised
the red woollen portière, than a soft fragrance wafted itself into
their faces. The various inmates stepped into the room. Old lady Chia,
however, did not take a seat, but simply inquired where the painting
was.
"The weather is so bitterly cold," Hsi Ch'un consequently explained
smiling, "that the glue, whose property is mainly to coagulate, cannot
be moistened, so I feared that, were I to have gone on with the
painting, it wouldn't be worth looking at; and I therefore put it
away."
"I must have it by the close of the year," dowager lady Chia laughed,
"so don't idle your time away. Produce it at once and go on painting
for me, as quick as you can."
But scarcely had she concluded her remark, than she unexpectedly
perceived lady Feng arrive, smirking and laughing, with a purple
pelisse, lined with deer fur, thrown over her shoulders. "Venerable
senior!" she shouted, "You don't even so much as let any one know
to-day, but sneak over stealthily. I've had a good hunt for you!"
When old lady Chia saw her join them, she felt filled with delight. "I
was afraid," she rejoined, "that you'd be feeling cold. That's why, I
didn't allow any one to tell you. You're really as sharp as a spirit to
have, at last, been able to trace my whereabouts! But according to
strict etiquette, you shouldn't show filial piety to such a degree!"
"Is it out of any idea of filial piety that I came after you? Not at
all!" lady Feng added with a laugh. "But when I got to your place,
worthy senior, I found everything so quiet that not even the caw of a
crow could be heard, and when I asked the young maids where you'd gone,
they wouldn't let me come and search in the garden. So I began to give
way to surmises. Suddenly also arrived two or three nuns; and then, at
length, I jumped at the conclusion that these women must have come to
bring their yearly prayers, or to ask for their annual or incense
allowance, and that, with the amount of things you also, venerable
ancestor, have to do for the end of the year, you had for certain got
out of the way of your debts. Speedily therefore I inquired of the nuns
what it was that brought them there, and, for a fact, there was no
mistake in my surmises. So promptly issuing the annual allowances to
them, I now come to report to you, worthy senior, that your creditors
have gone, and that there's no need for you to skulk away. But I've had
some tender pheasant prepared; so please come, and have your evening
meal; for if you delay any longer, it will get quite stale."
As she spoke, everybody burst out laughing. But lady Feng did not allow
any time to dowager lady Chia to pass any observations, but forthwith
directed the servants to bring the chair over. Old lady Chia then
smilingly laid hold of lady Feng's hand and got again into her chair;
but she took along with her the whole company of relatives for a chat
and a laugh.
Upon issuing out of the gate on the east side of the narrow passage,
the four quarters presented to their gaze the appearance of being
adorned with powder, and inlaid with silver. Unawares, they caught
sight of Pao-ch'in, in a duck down cloak, waiting at a distance at the
back of the hill slope; while behind her stood a maid, holding a vase
full of red plum blossoms.
"Strange enough," they all exclaimed laughingly, "two of us were
missing! But she's waiting over there. She's also been after some
plum-blossom."
"Just look," dowager lady Chia eagerly cried out joyfully, "that human
creature has been put there to match with the snow-covered hill! But
with that costume, and the plum-blossom at the back of her, to what
does she bear a resemblance?"
"She resembles," one and all smiled, "Chou Shih-ch'ou's beautiful snow
picture, suspended in your apartments, venerable ancestor."
"Is there in that picture any such costume?" Old lady Chia demurred,
nodding her head and smiling. "What's more the persons represented in
it could never be so pretty!"
Hardly had this remark dropped from her mouth, than she discerned some
one else, clad in a deep red woollen cloak, appear to view at the back
of Pao-ch'in. "What other girl is that?" dowager lady Chia asked.
"We girls are all here." they laughingly answered. "That's Pao-yü."
"My eyes," old lady Chia smiled, "are getting dimmer and dimmer!"
So saying, they drew near, and of course, they turned out to be Pao-yü
and Pao-ch'in.
"I've just been again to the Lung Ts'ui monastery," Pao-yü smiled to
Pao-ch'ai, Tai-yü and his other cousins, "and Miao Yü gave me for each
of you a twig of plum blossom. I've already sent a servant to take them
over."
"Many thanks for the trouble you've been put to," they, with one voice,
replied.
But speaking the while, they sallied out of the garden gate, and
repaired to their grandmother Chia's suite of apartments. Their meal
over, they joined in a further chat and laugh, when unexpectedly they
saw Mrs. Hsüeh also arrive.
"With all this snow," she observed, "I haven't been over the whole day
to see how you, venerable senior, were getting on. Your ladyship
couldn't have been in a good sort of mood to-day, for you should have
gone and seen the snow."
"How not in a good mood?" old lady Chia exclaimed. "I went and looked
up these young ladies and had a romp with them for a time."
"Last night," Mrs. Hsüeh smiled, "I was thinking of getting from our
Madame Wang to-day the loan of the garden for the nonce and spreading
two tables with our mean wine, and inviting you, worthy senior, to
enjoy the snow; but as I saw that you were having a rest, and I heard,
at an early hour, that Pao-yü had said that you were not in a joyful
frame of mind, I did not, in consequence, presume to come and disturb
you to-day. But had I known sooner the real state of affairs, I would
have felt it my bounden duty to have asked you round."
"This is," rejoined dowager lady Chia with a smile, "only the first
fall of snow in the tenth moon. We'll have, after this, plenty of snowy
days so there will be ample time to put your ladyship to wasteful
expense."
"Verily in that case," Mrs. Hsüeh laughingly added, "my filial
intentions may well be looked upon as having been accomplished."
"Mrs. Hsüeh," interposed lady Feng smiling, "mind you don't forget it!
But you might as well weigh fifty taels this very moment, and hand them
over to me to keep, until the first fall of snow, when I can get
everything ready for the banquet. In this way, you will neither have
anything to bother you, aunt, nor will you have a chance of
forgetting."
"Well, since that be so," old lady Chia remarked with a laugh, "your
ladyship had better give her fifty taels, and I'll share it with her;
each one of us taking twenty-five taels; and on any day it might snow,
I'll pretend I don't feel in proper trim and let it slip by. You'll
have thus still less occasion to trouble yourself, and I and lady Feng
will reap a substantial benefit."
Lady Feng clapped her hands. "An excellent idea," she laughed. "This
quite falls in with my views."
The whole company were much amused.
"Pshaw!" dowager lady Chia laughingly ejaculated. "You barefaced thing!
(You're like a snake, which) avails itself of the rod, with which it is
being beaten, to crawl up (and do harm)! You don't try to convince us
that it properly devolves upon us, as Mrs. Hsüeh is our guest and
receives such poor treatment in our household, to invite her; for with
what right could we subject her ladyship to any reckless outlay? but
you have the impudence, of impressing upon our minds to insist upon the
payment, in advance, of fifty taels! Are you really not thoroughly
ashamed of yourself?"
"Oh, worthy senior," lady Feng laughed, "you're most sharp-sighted! You
try to see whether Mrs. Hsüeh will be soft enough to produce fifty
taels for you to share with me, but fancying now that it's of no avail,
you turn round and begin to rate me by coming out with all these grand
words! I won't however take any money from you, Mrs. Hsüeh. I'll, in
fact, contribute some on your ladyship's account, and when I get the
banquet ready and invite you, venerable ancestor, to come and partake
of it, I'll also wrap fifty taels in a piece of paper, and dutifully
present them to you, as a penalty for my officious interference in
matters that don't concern me. Will this be all right or not?"
Before these words were brought to a close, the various inmates were so
convulsed with hearty laughter that they reeled over on the
stove-couch.
Dowager lady Chia then went on to explain how much nicer Pao-ch'in was,
plucking plum blossom in the snow, than the very picture itself; and
she next minutely inquired what the year, moon, day and hour of her
birth were, and how things were getting on in her home.
Mrs. Hsüeh conjectured that the object she had in mind was, in all
probability, to seek a partner for her. In the secret recesses of her
heart, Mrs. Hsüeh on this account fell in also with her views.
(Pao-ch'in) had, however, already been promised in marriage to the Mei
family. But as dowager lady Chia had made, as yet, no open allusion to
her intentions, (Mrs. Hsüeh) did not think it nice on her part to come
out with any definite statement, and she accordingly observed to old
lady Chia in a vague sort of way: "What a pity it is that this girl
should have had so little good fortune as to lose her father the year
before last. But ever since her youth up, she has seen much of the
world, for she has been with her parent to every place of note. Her
father was a man fond of pleasure; and as he had business in every
direction, he took his family along with him. After tarrying in this
province for a whole year, he would next year again go to that
province, and spend half a year roaming about it everywhere. Hence it
is that he had visited five or six tenths of the whole empire. The
other year, when they were here, he engaged her to the son of the
Hanlin Mei. But, as it happened, her father died the year after, and
here is her mother too now ailing from a superfluity of phlegm."
Lady Feng gave her no time to complete what she meant to say. "Hai!"
she exclaimed, stamping her foot. "What you say isn't opportune! I was
about to act as a go-between. But is she too already engaged?"
"For whom did you mean to act as go-between?" old lady Chia smiled.
"My dear ancestor," lady Feng remarked, "don't concern yourself about
it! I had determined in my mind that those two would make a suitable
match. But as she has now long ago been promised to some one, it would
be of no use, were I even to speak out. Isn't it better that I should
hold my peace, and drop the whole thing?"
Dowager lady Chia herself was cognizant of lady Feng's purpose, so upon
hearing that she already had a suitor, she at once desisted from making
any further reference to the subject. The whole company then continued
another chat on irrelevant matters for a time, after which, they broke
up.
Nothing of any interest transpired the whole night. The next day, the
snowy weather had cleared up. After breakfast, her grandmother Chia
again pressed Hsi Ch'un. "You should go on," she said, "with your
painting, irrespective of cold or heat. If you can't absolutely finish
it by the end of the year, it won't much matter! The main thing is that
you must at once introduce in it Ch'in Erh and the maid with the plum
blossom, as we saw them yesterday, in strict accordance with the
original and without the least discrepancy of so much as a stroke."
Hsi Ch'un listened to her and felt it her duty to signify her assent,
in spite of the task being no easy one for her to execute.
After a time, a number of her relatives came, in a body, to watch the
progress of the painting. But they discovered Hsi Ch'un plunged in a
reverie. "Let's leave her alone," Li Wan smilingly observed to them
all, "to proceed with her meditations; we can meanwhile have a chat
among ourselves. Yesterday our worthy senior bade us devise a few
lantern-conundrums, so when we got home, I and Ch'i Erh and Wen Erh did
not turn in (but set to work). I composed a couple on the Four Books;
but those two girls also managed to put together another pair of them."
"We should hear what they're like," they laughingly exclaimed in
chorus, when they heard what they had done. "Tell them to us first, and
let's have a guess!"
"The goddess of mercy has not been handed down by any ancestors."
Li Ch'i smiled. "This refers to a passage in the Four Books."
"In one's conduct, one must press towards the highest benevolence."
Hsiang-yün quickly interposed; taking up the thread of the
conversation.
"You should ponder over the meaning of the three words implying:
'handed down by ancestors'," Pao-ch'ai smiled, "before you venture a
guess."
"Think again!" Li Wan urged with a smile.
"I've guessed it!" Tai-yü smiled. "It's:
"'If, notwithstanding all that benevolence, there be no outward
visible sign…'"
"That's the line," one and all unanimously exclaimed with a laugh.
"'The whole pond is covered with rush.'"
"Now find the name of the rush?" Li Wan proceeded.
"This must certainly be the cat-tail rush!" hastily again replied
Hsiang-yün. "Can this not be right?"
"You've succeeded in guessing it," Li Wan smiled. "Li Wen's is:
"'Cold runs the stream along the stones;'
"bearing on the name of a man of old."
"Can it be Shan T'ao?" T'an Ch'un smilingly asked.
"It is!" answered Li Wan.
"Ch'i Erh's is the character 'Yung' (glow-worm). It refers to a single
word," Li Wan resumed.
The party endeavoured for a long time to hit upon the solution.
"The meaning of this is certainly deep," Pao-ch'in put in. "I wonder
whether it's the character, 'hua,' (flower) in the combination, 'hua
ts'ao, (vegetation)."
"That's just it!" Li Ch'i smiled.
"What has a glow-worm to do with flowers?" one and all observed.
"It's capital!" Tai-yü ventured with a smile. "Isn't a glow-worm
transformed from plants?"
The company grasped the sense; and, laughing the while, they, with one
consent, shouted out, "splendid!"
"All these are, I admit, good," Pao-ch'ai remarked, "but they won't
suit our venerable senior's taste. Won't it be better therefore to
compose a few on some simple objects; some which all of us, whether
polished or unpolished, may be able to enjoy?"
"Yes," they all replied, "we should also think of some simple ones on
ordinary objects."
"I've devised one on the 'Tien Chiang Ch'un' metre," Hsiang-yün
pursued, after some reflection. "But it's really on an ordinary object.
So try and guess it."
Saying this, she forthwith went on to recite:
The creeks and valleys it leaves;
Travelling the world, it performs.
In truth how funny it is!
But renown and gain are still vain;
Ever hard behind it is its fate.
A conundrum.
None of those present could fathom what it could be. After protracted
thought, some made a guess, by saying it was a bonze. Others maintained
that it was a Taoist priest. Others again divined that it was a
marionette.
"All your guesses are wrong," Pao-yü chimed in, after considerable
reflection. "I've got it! It must for a certainty be a performing
monkey."
"That's really it!" Hsiang-yün laughed.
"The first part is all right," the party observed, "but how do you
explain the last line?"
"What performing monkey," Hsiang-yün asked, "has not had its tail cut
off?"
Hearing this, they exploded into a fit of merriment. "Even," they
argued, "the very riddles she improvises are perverse and strange!"
"Mrs. Hsüeh mentioned yesterday that you, cousin Ch'in, had seen much
of the world," Li Wan put in, "and that you had also gone about a good
deal. It's for you therefore to try your hand at a few conundrums.
What's more your poetry too is good. So why shouldn't you indite a few
for us to guess?"
Pao-ch'in, at this proposal, nodded her head, and while repressing a
smile, she went off by herself to give way to thought.
Pao-ch'ai then also gave out this riddle:
Carved sandal and cut cedar rise layer upon layer.
Have they been piled and fashioned by workmen of skill!
In the mid-heavens it's true, both wind and rain fleet by;
But can one hear the tingling of the Buddhists' bell?
While they were giving their mind to guessing what it could be, Pao-yü
too recited:
Both from the heavens and from the earth, it's indistinct to view.
What time the 'Lang Ya' feast goes past, then mind you take great
care.
When the 'luan's' notes you catch and the crane's message thou'lt
look
up:
It is a splendid thing to turn and breathe towards the vault of
heaven, (a kite)
Tai-yü next added:
Why need a famous steed be a with bridle e'er restrained?
Through the city it speeds; the moat it skirts; how fierce it looks.
The master gives the word and wind and clouds begin to move.
On the 'fish backs' and the 'three isles' it only makes a name, (a
rotating lantern).
T'an Ch'un had also one that she felt disposed to tell them, but just
as she was about to open her lips, Pao-ch'in walked up to them. "The
relics of various places I've seen since my youth," she smiled, "are
not few, so I've now selected ten places of historic interest, on which
I've composed ten odes, treating of antiquities. The verses may
possibly be coarse, but they bear upon things of the past, and secretly
refer as well to ten commonplace articles. So, cousins, please try and
guess them!"
"This is ingenious!" they exclaimed in chorus, when they heard the
result of her labour. "Why not write them out, and let us have a look
at them?"
But, reader, peruse the next chapter, if you want to learn what
follows.