第19章

类别:其他 作者:Sabatini, Rafael字数:10077更新时间:18/12/18 09:15:50
Fevershamstoodlistening。\"ItisDunbarton\'s,\"hemurmured。Then,withsomeshowofheat,\"Ah,pardieu!\"hecried。\"Butitwasadirtyt\'ingt\'isMonmoot\'`aveprepare\'。Itismurder;itisnott\'ewar。 \"Andyet,\"saidWildingcritically,\"itisalittlemorelikewarthantheBridgwateraffairtowhichyourlordshipgaveyoursanction。 Fevershampursedhislipsandconsideredthespeaker。Wentworthreentered,followedbytheEarl\'svaletcarryinganarmfulofgarments。 Hislordshipthrewoffhisdressing—gownandstoodforthinshirtandbreeches。 \"Maisdpche—toi,donc,Belmont!\"saidhe。\"Nousnousbattons!Iifautquejem\'habille。\"Belmont,alittlewizenedfellowwhounderstoodnothingofthistopsy—turveydom,hastenedforward,depositedhisarmfulonthetable,andselectedafinelyembroideredwaistcoat,whichheproceededtoholdforhismaster。Wrigglingintoit,Fevershamrappedouthisorders。 \"CaptainWentwort\',youwillgotoyourregimenatonce。Butfirst,ah—wait。Taket\'osesixmenandMistaireWilding。`Ave`imshotatonce;youonderstan\',eh?Good。Allons,Belmont!mycravat。\" CHAPTERXXII THEEXECUTION CaptainWentworthclickedhisheelstogetherandsaluted。Blake,inthebackground,drewadeepbreath—unmistakablyofsatisfaction,andhiseyesglittered。AmuffledcrybrokefromRuth,whoroseinstantlyfromherchair,herhandonherbosom。Richardstoodwithfallenjaw,amazed,atrifletroubledeven,whilstMr。Wildingstartedmoreinsurprisethanactualfear,andapproachedthetable。 \"Youheard,sir,\"saidCaptainWentworth。 \"Iheard,\"answeredMr。Wildingquietly。\"Butsurelynotaright。Onemoment,sir,\"andhewavedhishandsocompellinglythat,despitetheorderhehadreceived,thephlegmaticcaptainhesitated。 Feversham,whohadtakenthecravat—ayardofpricelessDutchlace— fromthehandsofhisvalet,andwasstandingwithhisbacktothecompanyatasmallandveryfaultymirrorthathungbytheovermantel,lookedpeevishlyoverhisshoulder。 \"Mylord,\"saidWilding,andBlake,forallhishatredofthisman,marvelledatacomposurethatdidnotforsakehimevennow,\"youaresurelynotproposingtodealwithmeinthisfashion—notseriously,mylord?\" \"Ah,ca!\"saidtheFrenchman。\"T\'inkitajestifyouplease。Whatforyoucome`ere?\" \"Assuredlynotforthepurposeofbeingshot,\"saidWilding,andactuallysmiled。Then,inthetonesofonediscussingamatterthatisgravebutnotofsurpassinggravity,hecontinued:\"ItisnotthatI failtorecognizethatImayseemtohaveincurredtherigourofthelaw;butthesemattersmustbeformallyprovedagainstme。Ihaveaffairstosetinorderagainstsuchaconsummation。\" \"Ta,ta!\"snappedFeversham。\"T\'atnotregardme。Weutwort\',you`ave`eardmyorder。\"Andhereturnedtohismirrorandtheniceadjustmentofhisneckwear。 \"But,mylord,\"insistedWilding,\"youhavenottheright—youhavenotthepowersotoproceedagainstme。Amanofmyqualityisnottobeshotwithoutatrial。\" \"Youcan`angifyouprefer,\"saidFevershamindifferently,drawingouttheendsofhiscravatandsmoothingthemdownuponhisbreast。Hefacedaboutbriskly。\"Givemet\'atcoat,Belmont。HisMajesty`aveempowermeto`angorshootanygentlemensoft\'epartieoft\'eDuct\'eMonmoot\'ont\'espot。Isayt\'atforyoursatisfaction。Andlook,I amdesolate\'tobesoquickwit\'you,butpleasetoconsidert\'ecircumstance。T\'eenemygotoattack。Wentwort\'mustgotohisregimen\',andmyot\'erofficersarealloccupi\'。Youcomprehen\'I`avenott\'etimetospareyou—n\'est—ce—pas?\"—Wentworth\'shandtouchedWildingontheshoulder。Hewasstandingwithheadslightlybowed,hisbrowsknitinthought。Helookedroundatthetouch,sighedandsmiled。 Belmontheldthecoatforhismaster,whoslippedintoit,andflungatWildingwhatwasintendedforaconsolatorysop。\"Itisfortunedeguerre,MistaireWilding。Iamdesolate\';butitisfortuneoft\'ewar。\" \"Mayitbelessfortunateforyourlordship,then,\"saidWildingdryly,andwasonthepointofturning,whenRuth\'svoicecameinaloudcrytostartlehimandtoquickenhispulses。 \"Mylord!\"Itwasacryofutteranguish。 Feversham,settlinghisgold—lacedcoatcomfortablytohisfigure,lookedather。\"Madame?\"saidhe。 Butshehadnothingtosay。Shestood,deathlywhite,slightlybentforward,onehandwringingtheother,hereyesalmostwild,herbosomheavingfrantically。 \"Hum!\"saidFeversham,andheloosenedandremovedthescarffromhishead。HeshruggedslightlyandlookedatWentworth。\"Finissons!\" saidhe。 ThewordandthelooksnappedthetrammelsthatboundRuth\'sspeech。 \"Fiveminutes,mylord!\"shecriedimploringly。\"Givehimfiveminutes—andme,mylord!\" Wilding,deeplyshaken,tremblednowasheawaitedFeversham\'sreply。 TheFrenchmanseemedtowaver。\"Bien,\"hebegan,spreadinghishands。 Andinthatmomentashotrangoutinthenightandstartledthewholecompany。Fevershamthrewbackhishead;thesignsofyieldinglefthisface。\"Ha!\"hecried。\"T\'eyarearrive。Hesnatchedhiswigfromhislacquey\'shands,donnedit,andturnedagainaninstanttothemirrortoadjustthegreatcurls。\"Quick,Wentwort\'!T\'ereisnomoretimenow。MakeMistaireWildingbeshotatonce。T\'entoyourregimen\'。\" Hefacedaboutandtooktheswordhisvaletproffered。\"Aurevoir,messieurs! Serviteur,madame!\"And,bucklinghissword—beltashewent,hesweptout,leavingthedoorwideopen,Belmontfollowing,Wentworthsalutingandtheguardspresentingarms。 \"Come,sir,\"saidthecaptaininasubduedvoice,hiseyesavoidingRuth\'sface。 \"Iamready,\"answeredWildingfirmly,andheturnedtoglanceathiswife。 Shewasbendingtowardshim,herhandsheldout,suchalookonherfaceasalmostdrovehimmadwithdespair,readingitashedid。Hemadeasounddeepinhisthroatbeforehefoundwords。 \"Givemeoneminute,sir—oneminute,\"hebeggedWentworth。\"Iasknomorethanthat。\" Wentworthwasagentlemanandnotill—natured。Buthewasasoldierandhadreceivedhisorders。Hehesitatedbetweentheinstinctsofthetwoconditions。Andwhattimehedidsotherecameaclatterofhoofswithouttoresolvehim。ItwasFevershamdeparting。 \"Youshallhaveyourminute,sir,\"saidhe。\"MoreIdarenotgiveyou,asyoucansee。 \"FrommyheartIthankyou,\"answeredMr。Wilding,andfromthegratitudeofhistoneyoumighthaveinferredthatitwashislifeWentworthhadaccordedhim。 Thecaptainhadalreadyturnedasidetoaddresshismen。\"Twoofyououtside,guardthatwindow,\"heordered。\"Therestofyou,inthepassage。Bestirthere!\" \"Takeyourprecautions,byallmeans,sir,\"saidWilding;\"butIgiveyoumywordofhonourIshallattemptnoescape。 Wentworthnoddedwithoutreplying。HiseyelightedonBlake—whohadbeenseeminglyforgottenintheconfusion—andonRichard。A kindlinessforthemanwhomethisendsounflinchingly,arespectforsoworthyanemeny,actuatedthered—facedcaptain。 \"Youhadbettertakeyourselfoff,SirRowland,\"saidhe。\"Andyou,Mr。Westmacott—youcanwaitinthepassagewithmymen。 Theyobeyedhimpromptlyenough,butwhenoutsideSirRowlandmadeboldtoremindthecaptainthathewasfailinginhisduty,andthatheshouldmakeapointofinformingtheGeneralofthisanon。Wentworthbadehimgotothedevil,andsowasridofhim。 Alone,insidethatlow—ceilingedchamber,stoodRuthandWildingfacetoface。Headvancedtowardsher,andwithashudderingsobsheflungherselfintohisarms。Still,hemistrustedtheemotiontowhichshewasaprey—dreadinglestitshouldhaveitsrootinpity。Hepattedhershouldersoothingly。 \"Nay,nay,littlechild,\"hewhisperedinherear。\"Neverweepformethathavenotatearformyself。Whatbetterresolutionofthedifficultiesmyfollyhascreated?\"Foronlyanswersheclungcloser,herhandslockedabouthisneck,herslenderbodyshakenbyhersilentweeping。\"Don\'tpityme,\"hebesoughther。\"Iamcontentitshouldbeso。ItistheamendIpromisedyou。Wastenopityonme,Ruth。\" Sheraisedherface,hereyeswildandblurredwithtears,lookeduptohis。 \"Itisnotpity!\"shecried。\"Iwantyou,Anthony!Iloveyou,Anthony,Anthony!\" Hisfacegrewashen。\"Itistrue,then!\"heaskedher。\"Andwhatyousaidto—nightwastrue!Ithoughtyousaiditonlytodetainme。\" \"Oh,itistrue,itistrue!\"shewailed。 Hesighed;hedisengagedahandtostrokeherface。\"Iamhappy,\"hesaid,andstrovetosmile。\"HadIlived,whoknows……?\" \"No,no,no,\"sheinterruptedhimpassionately,herarmstighteningabouthisneck。Hebenthishead。Theirlipsmetandclung。Aknockfelluponthedoor。Theystarted,andWildingraisedhishandsgentlytodisengageherpinioningarms。 \"Imustgo,sweet,\"hesaid。 \"Godhelpme!\"shemoaned,andclungtohimstill。\"ItisIwhoamkillingyou—Iandyourloveforme。Foritwastosavemeyourodehitherto—night,neverpausingtoweighyourowndeadlydanger。Oh,Iampunishedforhavinglistenedtoeveryvoicebutthevoiceofmyownheartwhereyouwereconcerned。HadIlovedyouearlier—hadI owneditearlier……\" \"Ithadstillbeentoolate,\"hesaid,moretocomfortherthanbecauseheknewittobeso。\"Bebraveformysake,Ruth。Youcanbebrave,I know—sowell。Listen,sweet。Yourwordshavemademehappy。Marnotthishappinessofminebysendingmeoutingriefatyourgrief。\" Herresponsetohisprayerwasbrave,indeed。Throughhertearscameafaintsmiletooverspreadherfacesowhiteandpitiful。 \"Weshallmeetsoonagain,\"shesaid。 \"Aye—thinkonthat,\"hebadeher,andpressedhertohim。\"Good—bye,sweet!Godkeepyoutillwemeet!\"headded,hisvoiceinfinitelytender。 \"Mr。Wilding!\"Wentworth\'svoicecalledhim,andthecaptainthrustthedooropenafootorso。\"Mr。Wilding!\" \"Iamcoming,\"heansweredsteadily。Hekissedheragain,andonthatkissofhisshesankagainsthim,andhefeltherturnalllimp。Heraisedhisvoice。\"Richard!\"heshoutedwildly。\"Richard!\" Atthenoteofalarminhisvoice,Wentworthflungwidethedoorandentered,Richard\'sashenfaceshowingoverhisshoulder。Inherbrother\'scareWildingdeliveredhismercifullyunconsciouswife。 \"Seetoher,Dick,\"hesaid,andturnedtogo,mistrustinghimselfnow。 Buthepausedashereachedthedoor,Wentworthwaxingmoreandmoreimpatientathiselbow。Heturnedagain。 \"Dick,\"hesaid,\"wemighthavebeenbetterfriends。Iwouldwehadbeen。Letuspartsoatleast,\"andheheldouthishand,smiling。 BeforesomuchgallantryRichardwasconqueredalmosttothepointofworship;aweakmanhimself,therewasnovirtuehecouldmoreadmirethanstrength。HeleftRuthinthehigh—backedchairinwhichWilding\'stenderhandshadplacedher,andsprangforward,tearsinhiseyes。HewrungWilding\'shandsinwordlesspassion。 \"Begoodtoher,Dick,\"saidWilding,andwentoutwithWentworth。 HewasmarcheddownthestreetinthecentreofthatsmallpartyofmusketeersofDunbarton\'sregiment,histhoughtsallbehindhimratherthanahead,asmileonhislips。Hehadconqueredatthelast。Hethoughtofthatotherpartingoftheirs,nearlyamonthago,ontheroadbyWalford。Now,asthen,circumstancewasthefirethathadmeltedher。Butthecruciblewasnolonger—asthenofpity;itwasthecrucibleoflove。 Andinthatsamecrucible,too,AnthonyWilding\'snaturehadundergoneatransmutation;hisloveforRuthhadbeenpurifiedofthatbasealloyofdesirewhichhaddrivenhimintotheunworthinessofmakingherhisownatallcosts;therewasnocarnalgrossnessinhispresentpassion; itwaspureasareligion—thelovethattakesnoaccountofself,thelovethatmakesforjoyousandgratefulmartyrdom。AndajoyousandgratefulmartyrwouldAnthonyWildinghavebeencouldhehavethoughtthathisdeathwouldbringherhappinessorpeace。Insuchafaithasthathehadmarched—orsohethoughtblithelytohisend,andthesmileonhislipshadbeenlesswistfulthanitwas。Thinkingoftheagonyinwhichhehadlefther,healmostcametowish—sopurewashislovegrown—thathehadnotconquered。Thejoythatatfirstwashiswasnowalldashed。Hisdeathwouldcauseherpain。Hisdeath!0God! Itisaneasythingtobeamartyr;butthiswasnotmartyrdom;havingdonewhathehaddonehehadnottherighttodie。Thelastvestigeofthesmilethathehadwornfadedfromhistight—pressedlipstight—pressedasthoughtoenduresomephysicalsuffering。Hisfacegreyed,anddeeplinesfurrowedhisbrow。Thushemarchedon,mechanically,amidhismarchingescort,throughthemurky,fog—ladennight,takingnoheedofthestiraboutthem,forallWestonZoylandwasarousedbynow。 Aheadofthem,andovertotheeast,thefiringblazedandcrackled,volleyuponvolley,totellthemthatalreadybattlehadbeenjoinedinearnest。Monmouth\'ssurprisehadaborted,anditpassedthroughWilding\'smindthattoagreatextenthewastoblameforthis。Butitgavehimlittlecare。 AtleasthisindiscretionhadservedthepurposeofrescuingRuthfromLordFeversham\'suncleanclutches。Fortherest,knowingthatMonmouth\'sarmybyfaroutnumberedFeversham\'s,hehadnodoubtthattheadvantagemuststillliewiththeDuke,inspiteofFeversham\'shavingbeenwarnedintheeleventhhour。 Loudergrewthesoundsofbattle。Abovethedinoffiringaswellingchorusroseuponthenight,startlingandweirdinsuchatimeandplace。Monmouth\'spiousinfantrywentintoactionsinginghymns,andWentworth,impatienttobeathispost,badehismengofaster。 Thenightwasbynowgrowingfaintlyluminous,andthedeathlygreylightofapproachingdawnhunginthemistsuponthemoor。Objectsgrewvisibleinbulkatleast,ifnotinformandshape,bythetimethelittlecompanyhadreachedtheendofWestonvillageandcomeuponthedeepmuddykewhichhadbeenWentworth\'sobjective—aditchthatcommunicatedwiththegreatrhinethatservedtheKing\'sforcessowellonthatnightofSedgemoor。 WithinsometwentypacesofthisWentworthcalledahalt,andwouldhavehadWilding\'shandspinionedbehindhim,andhiseyesblindfolded,butthatWildingbeggedhimthismightnotbedone。Wentworthwas,asweknow,impatient;andbetweenimpatienceandkindliness,perhaps,heaccededtoWilding\'sprayer。 Heevenhesitatedamomentatthelast。Itwasinhismindtospeaksomewordofcomforttothedoomedman。Thenasuddenvolley,moreterrificthananythathadprecededit,followedbyhoarsecheeringawaytoeastward,quickenedhisimpatience。HebadethesergeantleadMr。Wildingforwardandstandhimontheedgeoftheditch。Hisobjectwasthatthustheman\'sbodywouldbedisposedofwithoutwasteoftime。ThisWildingrealized,hissoulrebellingagainstthisfatewhichhadcomeuponhimintheveryhourwhenhemostdesiredtolive。 Madthoughtsofescapecrossedhismind—ofaleapacrossthedyke,andawilddashthroughthefog。Butthefutilityofitwastooappalling。Themusketeerswerealreadyblowingtheirmatches。Hewouldsuffertheignominyofbeingshotintheback,likeacoward,ifhemadeanysuchattempt。 Andso,despairingbutnotresigned,hetookhisstandontheveryedgeoftheditch。Inanironyofobligingnesshesethalfofhisheelsovertheyoid,sothathewasnicelybalancedupontheedgeofthecutting,andmustgobackwardsanddownintothemudwhenhit。 Itwasthispositionhehadtakenthatgavehimaninspirationinthatlastmoment。Thesergeanthadmovedawayoutofthelineoffire,andhestoodtherealone,waiting,erectandwithhisheadheldhigh,hiseyesuponthegreymassofmusketeers—blurredalikebymistandsemi—darkness—sometwentypacesdistantalongthelineofwhichglowedeightredfuses。 Wentworth\'svoicerangoutwiththewordsofcommand。 \"Blowyourmatches!\" Brightergleamedthepointsoflight,andundertheirsteelpotsthefacesofthemusketeers,suffusedbyadullredglow,sprangforamomentoutofthegreymass,tofadeoncemoreintothegeneralgreynessattheword,\"Cockyourmatches!\" \"Guardyourpans!\"cameasecondlaterthecaptain\'svoice,andthen: \"Present!\" Therewasastirandrattle,andthedark,indistinctfigurestandingonthelipoftheditchwascoveredbytheeightmuskets。Totheeyesofthefiring—partyhewasnomorethanablurredshadowyform,showingalittledarkerthantheencompassingdarkgrey。 \"Givefire!\" OnthewordMr。Wildinglostthedelicate,precariousbalancehehadbeensustainingontheedgeoftheditch,andwentoverbackwards,attheimminentrisk—asheafterwardsrelated—ofbreakinghisneck。 Atthesameinstantajagged,eight—pointedlineofflameslashedthedarkness,andthethunderofthevolleypealedforthtoloseitselfinthegreaterdinofbattleonPenzoyPound,hardby。 CHAPTERXXIII MR。WILDING\'SBOOTS Inthefilthoftheditch,Mr。Wildingrolledoverandlayprone。Hethrewouthisleftarm,andrestedhisbrowuponittokeephisfaceabovethemud。Hestrovetoholdhisbreath,notthathemightdissembledeath,butthathemightavoidbeingpoisonedbythefoulgasesthat,disturbedbyhisweight,bubbleduptochokehim。Hisbodyhalfsankandsettledinthemud,andseenfromabove,ashewaspresentlyseenbyWentworth—whoranforwardwiththesergeant\'slanthorntoassurehimselfthattheworkhadbeenwelldone—hehadalltheairofbeingnotonlydeadbutalreadyhalfburied。 Andnow,forasecond,Mr。Wildingwasinhisgreatestdanger,andthisfromtheveryhumanenessofthesergeant。Thefellowadvancedtothecaptain\'sside,apistolinhishand。Wentworthheldthelightaloftandpeereddownintothatsixfeetofblacknessatthejacentfigure。 \"ShallIgivehimanounceofleadtomakesure,Captain?\"quoththesergeant。ButWentworth,inhisgreathaste,hadalreadyturnedabout,andthelightofhislanthornnolongerrevealedtheformofMr。Wilding。 \"Thereisnottheneed。Theditchwilldowhatmayremaintobedone,ifanythingdoes。Comeon,man。Wearewantedyonder。\" Thelightpassed,stepsretreated,thesergeantmuttering,andthenWentworth\'svoicewasheardbyWildingsomelittledistanceoff。 \"Bringupyourmuskets!\" \"Shoulder!\" \"Bytheright—turn!March!\"Andthetramp,trampoffeetrecededrapidly。 Wildingwasalreadysittingup,endeavouringtogetabreathofpurerair。Herosetohisfeet,sinkingalmosttothetopofhisbootsintheoozyslime。Foulgaseswerebelchedupto。envelophim。Heseizedatirregularitiesinthebank,andgothisheadabovetheleveloftheground。Hethrustforwardhischinandtookgreatgreedybreathsinaverygluttonyofair—andnevercameMuscadinesweetertoadrunkard\'slips。Helaughedsoftlytohimself。Hewasaloneandsafe。Wentworthandhismenhaddisappeared。AwayinthedirectionofPenzoyPoundthesoundsofbattleswelledevertoagreatervolume。Cannonswereboomingnow,andallwasuproar—flameandshouting,cheeringandshrieking,thethunderofhasteningmultitudes,theclashofsteel,thepoundingofhorses,allblenttomakeupthehorriddinofcarnage。 Mr。Wildinglistened,andconsideredwhattodo。Hisfirstimpulsewastojointhefray。But,bethinkinghimthattherecouldbelittleplaceforhimintheconfusionthatmustprevailbynow,hereconsideredthematter,andhisthoughtsreturningtoRuth—thewifeforwhomhehadbeenatsuchpainstopreservehimselfontheverybrinkofdeath—heresolvedtoendangerhimselfnofurtherforthatnight。 Hedroppedbackintotheditch,andwaded,ankledeepinslime,totheotherside。Therehecrawledout,andgainingthemoorlaydownawhiletobreathehislungs。Butnotforlong。Thedawnwascreepingpaleandghostlyacrossthesolidearth,andafaintfreshbreezewasstirringanddrivingthemistinwispyshroudsbeforeit。IfhelingeredtherehemightyetbefoundbysomepartyofRoyalistsoldiers,andthatwouldbetoundoallthathehaddone。Herose,andstruckoutacrossthepeatyground。Noneknewthemoorsbetterthandidhe,andhadhebeenwithGrey\'shorsethatnight,itispossiblethingshadfareddifferently,forhehadprovedasurerguidethandidGodfrey,thespy。 AtfirsthethoughtofmakingforBridgwaterandLuptonHouse。BynowRichardwouldbeonhiswaythitherwithRuth,andWildingwasinhastethatsheshouldbereassuredthathehadnotfallentothemusketsofWentworth\'sfiring—party。ButBridgwaterwasfar,andhebegantorealize,nowthatallexcitementwaspast,thathewasutterlyexhausted。 NexthethoughtofScoresbyHallandhiscousinLordGervase。Buthewasbynomeanssurethathemightcountuponawelcome。GervasehadshownnosympathyforMonmouthorhispartisans,andwhilsthewouldhardlygosofarastorefuseMr。Wildingshelter,stillWildingfeltanaversiontoseekingwhatmightbegrudgedhim。Atlasthebethoughthimofhome。ZoylandChasewasnearathand;buthehadnotbeentheresincehiswedding—day,andinthemeantimeheknewthatithadbeenusedasabarrackforthemilitia,andhadnodoubtthatithadbeenwreckedandplundered。Still,itmusthavewallsandaroof,andthat,forthetime,wasallhecraved,thathemightrestawhileandrecuperatehiswastedforces。 Ahalf—hourlaterhedraggedhimselfwearilyuptheavenuebetweentheelms—lookingwhiteassnowinthepaleJulydawn—totheclearinginfrontofhishouse。 Desertionwasstampeduponthefaceofit。Shatteredwindowsandhangingshutterseverywhere。Howwantonlytheyhadwreckedit!Itmighthavebeenachurch,andthemilitiaaregimentofCromwell\'siconoclasticPuritans。Thedoorwaslocked,butgoingroundhefoundawindow—oneofthedoor—windowsofhislibraryhanginglooseuponitshinges。Hepusheditwide,andenteredwithaheavyheart。 Instantlysomethingstirredinacorner;afiercegrowlwasfollowedbyafuriousbark,andalithebrownbodyleaptfromthegreaterintothelessershadowstoattacktheintruder。Butatonewordofhisthehoundcheckedsuddenly,crouchedaninstant,thenwithaqueer,throatysoundboundedforwardinawilddelightthatrobbeditontheinstantofitsvoice。Itfounditanonandleaptabouthim,barkingfuriousjoyinpiteofallhisvainendeavourstocalmit。Hegrewafraidlestthedogshoulddrawattention。Heknewnotwho—ifany—mightbeinpossessionofhishouse。Thelibrary,ashelookedround,showedasceneofwreckagethatexcellentlymatchedtheexterior。Notapictureonthewalls,notanarras,buthadbeenrenttoshreds。Thegreatlustrethathadhungfromthecentreoftheceilingwasgone。Disorderreignedalongthebookshelves,andyetthereandelsewheretherewasacertainorderliness,suggestinganattempttostraightenuptheplaceaftertheravagershaddeparted。Itwasthesesignsmadehimafraidthehousemightbetenantedbysuchasmightprovehisenemies。 \"Down,Jack,\"hesaidtothedogforthetwentiethtime,pattingitssleekhead。\"Down,down!\" Butstillthedogboundedabouthim,barkingwildly。 \"Sh!\"hehissedsuddenly。Stepssoundedinthehall。Itwasashefeared。Thedoorwassuddenlythrownopen,andthegreymorninglightgleameduponthelongbarrelofamusket。Afterit,bearingit,enteredawhite—hairedoldman。 Hepausedonthethreshold,measuringthetalldisorderedstrangerwhostoodthere,hisfigureablacksilhouetteagainstthewindowbywhichhehadentered。 \"Whatseekyouhere,sir,inthishouseofdesolation?\"askedthevoiceofMr。Wilding\'soldservant。 Heansweredbutoneword。\"Walters!\" Themusketdroppedwithaclatterfromtheoldman\'shands。Hesankbackagainstthedoorpostandleanedthereaninstant;then,whimperingandlaughing,hecametotteringforward—hisoldlegsfailinghiminthisexcessofunexpectedjoy—andsankonhiskneestokisshismaster\'shand。 Wildingpattedtheoldhead,ashehadpattedthedog\'salittlewhileago。Hewasoddlymoved;therewasaknotinhisthroat。Nohome—comingcouldwellhavebeenmoredesolate。Andyet,whathome—comingcouldhavebroughthimsuchatorturingjoyaswasnowhis?Oh,itisgoodtobeloved,ifitbebynomorethanadogandanoldservant! InamomentWalterswashimselfagain。Hewasonhisfeet,scrutinizingWilding\'shaggardfaceanddisordered,filthyclothes。Hebrokeintoexclamationsbetweendismayandreproach,buttheseWildinginterruptedtoasktheoldmanhowithappenedthathehadremained。 \"MysonJohnwasasergeantinthetroopthatquartereditselfhere,sir,\"Waltersexplained,\"andsotheyleftmealone。Butevenhaditnotbeenforthat,Iscarcelythinktheywouldhaveharmedanoldman。