gossip girl 7 英文- 第26节

〃They're　probably　fakes；　you　just　can't　tell　from　here；〃　Isabel　replied。　

Neither　girl　wanted　to　admit　what　they　were　really　thinking…　that　Damian　or　Lloyd　from　the　Raves　
had　probably　given　Jenny　the　shoes　and　the　glasses…　because　to　be　jealous　of　a　freshman　was　so　
pletely　uncool。　

Serena；　Blair　and　Jenny　had　only　just　stepped　inside　the　doors　when　they　were　accosted　by　Mrs。　
M；　Constance　Billard's　formidable　headmistress。　

〃Girls；　Mrs。　M　manded。　〃I'd　like　to　talk　to　all　three　of　you　in　my　office；　please。　Your　parents　


are　on　their　way。〃　

Huh？　All　three　girls　wondered　in　unison。　

This　should　be　fun。　

Mrs。　M's　face　was　doughy　and　soft；　and　her　hair　was　dyed　Raggedy　Ann　auburn　and　permed　into　
little　ringlets；　giving　her　a　sweet；　grandmotherly　appearance。　But　appearances　lie：　she　was　
anything　but　sweet。　In　fact；　she　was　a　big；　mean　old　dyke　who　purportedly　kept　a　tractor…driving　
girlfriend　in　her　house　upstate　and　had　a　tattoo　on　her　thigh　that　said；　〃Ride　me；　Vonda。〃　

〃Sit　down；　girls；〃　she　ordered；　arranging　her　wide　navy　blue　Talbots　pantsuit…　clad　ass　on　the　
period　chair　behind　her　giant　mahogany　desk。　Mrs。　M's　office　was　decorated　entirely　in　red；　white；　
and　blue　and　the　Constance　girls　weren't　quite　sure　what　she　actually　thought　she　was　the　
president　or　if　she　was　extremely　patriotic。　

In　a　daze　of　obedience；　Serena；　Blair　and　Jenny　planted　themselves　on　the　stiff　blue　loveseat　
opposite　of　Mrs。　M's　desk。　The　loveseat　was　a　little　crowded　with　all　three　of　them　on　it；　but　the　
nearness　was　forting。　

〃Two　of　you　are　meant　to　be　graduating　next　month；　after　which　you　are　no　longer　my　
responsibility；〃　Mrs。　M　began。　〃One　of　you；　however；　has　only　just　begun　her　high　school　career；　
and　you've　already　headed　in　a　very　bad　direction；　no　thanks　to　the　two　of　you　seniors。〃　She　
propped　a　pair　of　half…glasses　on　her　nose　and　sorted　through　a　bunch　of　files　on　her　desk。　〃All　
three　of　you　are　in　very　precarious　position。〃　

Blair　opened　her　mouth　to　speak；　but　then　closed　it　again　when　her　mother　appeared　in　the　
doorway　of　Mrs。　M's　office；　dressed　in　tennis　white　and　carrying　a　fussing　and　whimpering　Yale　in　
a　Burberry　baby　sling。　The　sling　hadn't　been　adjusted　properly　and　it　banged　against　her　hip　like　a　
cumbersome　tote　bag。　

〃I'm　trying　this　new　thing　called　'attachment　parenting'；〃　Eleanor　explained　breathlessly。　〃It's　
supposed　to　make　your　child　bond　with　you　and　increase　their　confidence。〃　She　giggles　and　
hitched　the　sling　up　on　her　shoulder　awkwardly。　〃I　think　you're　supposed　to　walk　around　like　this　
all　day　long；　but　who　has　the　time？　I've　got　the　tennis　at　the　Y；　lunch　at　Daniel　and　a　facial　at　
Arden；　and　Cyrus　and　I　are　going　out　to　Bridgehampton　later　this　week。　Half　and　hour　on　
Mondays　and　Wednesdays　is　all　the　bonding　time　I　have！〃　

Still；　she　gets　points　for　trying。　

〃Oh；　and　Blair；　dear；　there's　a　Dior　sample　sale　I　thought　you　might　be　interested　in　going　to。　It's　at　
noon。　You　could　meet　me　there。〃　

Mrs。　M　raised　an　un…plucked　brown　eyebrow。　Shopping　during　school　hours…　heaven　forbid！　


Although　if　it　had　been　a　Talbots　sample　sale；　even　she　might　have　been　tempted。　

〃Mrs。　Rose。〃　Mrs。　M　pointed　efficiently　to　the　wing　backed　chair　next　to　the　loveseat　upon　which　
the　girls　were　perched。　〃I　realize　you're　busy；　but　I　wanted　to　express　my　concern　about　the　fact　
that　your　daughter　is　apparently　living　in　a　hotel。　With　her　acceptance　at　Yale　University　hanging　
in　the　balance；　I　hardly　think　it's　appropriate　for　a　young　woman　to　be　living　in　such。。。〃　She　
paused　searching　for　the　appropriate　words。　〃An　undisciplined　environment。〃　

Eleanor　beamed　cluelessly　back　at　the　headmistress。　She　had　noticed　that　Blair　had　gone　away　for　
the　weekend；　but　she　wasn't　exactly　sure　where；　and　she　hadn't　really　notice　that　Blair　hadn't　e　
home　last　night；　because　she　and　Cyrus　had　gone　to　a　cocktail　party　to　celebrate　the　opening　of　
one　of　his　new　buildings　and　hadn't　e　home　until　nearly　two　themselves。　She　sat　down　in　an　
armchair　to　the　left　of　Mrs。　M's　desk　and　crossed　her　legs；　tucking　Yale　up　under　her　arm　like　the　
latest　Hermès　Birkin　bag。　Yale　whined　in　protest；　but　Eleanor　kept　on　smiling；　as　if　she　wasn't　sure　
what　else　to　do。　

Blair　squirmed　unfortably　in　her　place　on　the　loveseat。　With　a　mother　like　that；　couldn't　Mrs。　
M　understand　why　she　had　to　live　in　a　hotel？　

〃Blair　stayed　at　my　house　last　night；〃　Serena　fibbed。　For　someone　who　looked　like　Upper　East　
Side　Barbie；　Serena　was　extremely　good　at　thinking　on　her　feet；　or　her　Manolos；　or　whatever　
shoe…of…the…moment　she　happened　to　be　wearing。　〃Look；　she　even　borrowed　one　of　my　uniforms。〃　

〃Then　why　have　I　been　fielding　calls　all　morning　from　parents　and　prospective　parents　worried　
about　their　daughters　sleeping　in　hotel　rooms　with　drunken　rock　stars？〃　Mrs。　M　demanded。　〃I　
even　had　a　publishing　house　call　to　inform　me　that　next　year　Constance　Billard　will　have　the　
honor　of　being　listed　as　one　of　the　best　five　schools　to　send　your　daughter　to　if　you　want　her　to　be　
a　celebrity　or　just　date　one。〃　

〃Cool；〃　jenny　blurted　out；　and　then　immediately　wished　she　hadn't。　

Mrs。　M　shot　her　a　don't…even…start…you…little…chickenshit　glare。　The　headmistress　seemed　to　be　at　
loss　for　giving　Eleanor　advice　on　how　to　raise　her　daughter；　which　most　have　been　frequent　
problem；　considering　the　fact　that　most　of　the　parents　of　Constance　Billard　did　not　raise　their　
daughters　themselves。　They　had　help；a　nd　lots　of　it。　

〃I'm　sure　if　the　girls　were　together　they　couldn't　have　done　much　harm；〃　Eleanor　mented　with　
more　savvy　than　Blair　had　thought　she　was　capable　of。　

〃We　didn't　even　leave　the　room；〃　Blair　added；　and　then　clamped　her　mouth　shut　again。　What　was　
her　problem　anyway？　Serena　had　just　said　they'd　stayed　at　her　house　last　night。　

Then　Serena's　mother；　Lillian　van　der　Woodsen　and　Jenny's　father；　Rufus　Humphrey；　suddenly　
appeared　in　the　doorway　of　Mrs。　M's　office。　Rufus　was　unaccustomed　to　leaving　the　house　or　even　


waking　up　before　eleven　o'clock　and　looked　even　more　disheveled　and　outrageous　than　usual。　His　
long；　wiry　salt…and　pepper　hair　was　pulled　into　a　bun　updo　and　fastened　with　the　huge　glittery　
purple　plastic　hairclip　Jenny　had　bought　in　fourth　grade；　and　he　was　wearing　grey　sweatpants　that　
had　been　cut　off　to　a　sort　of　midcalf　calm…digger　length　and　a　red　flannel　shirt　withone　sleeve　
rolled　up　and　a　pack　of　unfiltered　Camels　sticking　out　of　the　breast　pocket。　His　shoes　were　okay…
vintage　brown　penny　loafers…　only　not　so　good　with　the　sweatpants　and　seriously　awful　without　
socks。　

Mrs。　van　der　Woodsen　was　her　usual　immaculately　dressed　and　poised　self；　seeming　to　emanate　an　
odor　of　fresh…cut　lilies　and　French…milled　soap。　She　hugged　her　long；　tanned　arms　against　her　
chest；　risking　wrinkling　her　mint　green　linen　Chanel　dress　so　that　none　of　her　body　parts　would　get　
too　close　to　Rufus。　

〃Sorry　we're　late　for　the　inquisition；〃　Rufus　growled。　He　shot　Jenny　a　threatening　look。　〃I　wouldn't　
have　missed　it　for　the　world。〃　

Mrs。　van　der　Woodsen　went　over　and　graciously　kissed　Mrs。　M　on　the　cheek。　It　was　the　sort　of　
kiss　benefactors　are　used　to　bestowing　on　the　directors　of　the　organizations　they　so　generously　
give　millions　of　dollars　to。　〃It's　my　fault　the　girls　were　late　for　school；〃　she　admitted。　〃My　driver　
had　to　rush　off　to　pick　up　my　dry　cleaning；　so　they　were　forced　to　walk。〃　

Serena　shot　her　mother　a　grateful　glance　and　her　mother　blinked　with　silent　understanding。　

Now　we　all　know　where　Serena　got　her　grace　under　pressure。　

Baby　Yale　suddenly　made　the　type　of　gastrointestinal　noise　that　only　babies　are　allowed　to　make　
in　public。　Eleanor　wiped　out　her　cell　phone　and　dialed　the　nanny。　She'd　had　quite　enough　bonding；　
thank　you　very　much。　She　wasn't　about　to　risk　having　to　change　a　diaper。　〃Stay　in　the　car；　I'll　be　
right　out；〃　she　directed　frantically。　

Mrs。　M　looked　like　she　suddenly　realized　there　were　way　too　many　people　in　the　room　and　that　if　
she　didn't　do　something　about　it；　things　were　going　to　get　extremely　weird。　

As　if　they　weren't　weird　enough　already。　

The　headmis