Hung Lou Meng - book 2 | Page 2

did not, on the other hand,
see how he could very well do so. Just as he was cogitating within
himself, he, of a sudden, perceived Pi Hen come and ask him to go and
wash his face. This reminder placed him under the necessity of
betaking himself into his room. But we will leave him there, without
further details, so as to return to Hsiao Hung.
She was communing with her own thoughts. But unawares perceiving
Hsi Jen wave her hand and call her by name, she had to walk up to her.
"Our watering-pot is spoilt," Hsi Jen smiled and said, "so go to Miss
Lin's over there and find one for us to use."
Hsiao Hung hastened on her way towards the Hsiao Hsiang Kuan.
When she got as far as the Ts'ui Yen bridge, she saw, on raising her
head and looking round, the mounds and lofty places entirely shut in by
screens, and she bethought herself that labourers were that day to plant
trees in that particular locality.
At a great distance off, a band of men were, in very deed, engaged in
digging up the soil, while Chia Yün was seated on a boulder on the hill,
superintending the works. The time came for Hsiao Hung to pass by,
but she could not muster the courage to do so. Nevertheless she had no
other course than to quietly proceed to the Hsiao Hsiang Kuan. Then
getting the watering-pot, she sped on her way back again. But being in
low spirits, she retired alone into her room and lay herself down. One
and all, however, simply maintained that she was out of sorts, so they
did not pay any heed to her.
A day went by. On the morrow fell, in fact, the anniversary of the birth
of Wang Tzu-t'eng's spouse, and some one was despatched from his
residence to come and invite dowager lady Chia and Madame Wang.
Madame Wang found out however that dowager lady Chia would not
avail herself of the invitation, and neither would she go. So Mrs. Hsüeh
went along with lady Feng, and the three sisters of the Chia family, and

Pao-ch'ai and Pao-yü, and only returned home late in the evening.
Madame Wang was sitting in Mrs. Hsüeh's apartments, whither she had
just crossed, when she perceived Chia Huan come back from school,
and she bade him transcribe incantations out of the Chin Kang Canon
and intonate them. Chia Huan accordingly came and seated himself on
the stove-couch, occupied by Madame Wang, and, directing a servant
to light the candles, he started copying in an ostentatious and dashing
manner. Now he called Ts'ai Hsia to pour a cup of tea for him. Now he
asked Yu Ch'uan to take the scissors and cut the snuff of the wick.
"Chin Ch'uan!" he next cried, "you're in the way of the rays of the
lamp."
The servant-girls had all along entertained an antipathy for him, and not
one of them therefore worried her mind about what he said. Ts'ai Hsia
was the only one who still got on well with him, so pouring a cup of tea,
she handed it to him. But she felt prompted to whisper to him: "Keep
quiet a bit! what's the use of making people dislike you?"
"I know myself how matters stand," Chia Huan rejoined, as he cast a
steady glance at her; "so don't you try and befool me! Now that you are
on intimate terms with Pao-yü, you don't pay much heed to me. I've
also seen through it myself."
Ts'ai Hsiao set her teeth together, and gave him a fillip on the head.
"You heartless fellow!" she cried. "You're like the dog, that bit Lü
T'ung-pin. You have no idea of what's right and what's wrong!"
While these two nagged away, they noticed lady Feng and Madame
Wang cross together over to them. Madame Wang at once assailed him
with questions. She asked him how many ladies had been present on
that day, whether the play had been good or bad, and what the banquet
had been like.
But a brief interval over, Pao-yü too appeared on the scene. After
saluting Madame Wang, he also made a few remarks, with all decorum;
and then bidding a servant remove his frontlet, divest him of his long
gown and pull off his boots, he rushed head foremost, into his mother's

lap.
Madame Wang caressed and patted him. But while Pao-yü clung to his
mother's neck, he spoke to her of one thing and then another.
"My child," said Madame Wang, "you've again had too much to drink;
your face is scalding hot, and if you still keep on rubbing and scraping
it, why, you'll by and bye stir up the fumes of wine! Don't you