第5章

类别:其他 作者:Thomas Hardy字数:11809更新时间:18/12/18 14:47:25
’I’llcome。But——youneedsaynothingaboutmyvisit。Icannotcometo—night,butIwillsometimethisweek。Yetonlythisonce,totrytheinstrument。Afterwardsyoumustbecontenttopursueyourstudiesalone。’ Swithinseemedbutlittleaffectedatthisannouncement。’HiltonandPimm’smanhandedmethebill,’hecontinued。 ’Howmuchisit?’ Hetoldher。’Andthemanwhohasbuiltthehutanddome,anddonetheotherfixing,hassentinhis。’Henamedthisamountalso。 ’Verywell。Theyshallbesettledwith。Mydebtsmustbepaidwithmymoney,whichyoushallhaveatonce,——incash,sinceachequewouldhardlydo。Cometothehouseforitthisevening。Butno,no——youmustnotcomeopenly;suchistheworld。Cometothewindow——thewindowthatisexactlyinalinewiththelongsnowdropbed,inthesouthfront——ateightto—night,andIwillgiveyouwhatisnecessary。’ ’Certainly,LadyConstantine,’saidtheyoungman。 Ateightthateveningaccordingly,Swithinenteredlikeaspectreupontheterracetoseekoutthespotshehaddesignated。Theequatorialhadsoentirelyabsorbedhisthoughtsthathedidnottroublehimselfseriouslytoconjecturethewhyandwhereforeofhersecrecy。Ifhecasuallythoughtofit,hesetitdowninageneralwaytoanintenselygenerouswishonherpartnottolessenhisinfluenceamongthepoorerinhabitantsbymakinghimappeartheobjectofpatronage。 Whilehestoodbythelongsnowdropbed,whichlookedupathimlikeanetherMilkyWay,theFrenchcasementofthewindowoppositesoftlyopened,andahandborderedbyaglimmeroflacewasstretchedforth,fromwhichhereceivedacrisplittleparcel,—— bank—notes,apparently。Heknewthehand,andhelditlongenoughtopressittohislips,theonlyformwhichhadeveroccurredtohimofexpressinghisgratitudetoherwithouttheincumbranceofclumsywords,avehicleatthebestoftimesbutrudelysuitedtosuchdelicatemerchandise。Thehandwashastilywithdrawn,asifthetreatmenthadbeenunexpected。Thenseeminglymovedbysecondthoughtsshebentforwardandsaid,’Isthenightgoodforobservations?’ ’Perfect。’ Shepaused。’ThenI’llcometo—night,’sheatlastsaid。’Itmakesnodifferencetome,afterall。Waitjustonemoment。’ Hewaited,andshepresentlyemerged,muffleduplikeanun; whereupontheylefttheterraceandstruckacrosstheparktogether。 Verylittlewassaidbyeithertilltheywerecrossingthefallow,whenheaskedifhisarmwouldhelpher。Shedidnottaketheofferedsupportjustthen;butwhentheywereascendingtheprehistoricearthwork,undertheheavygloomofthefir—trees,sheseizedit,asifratherinfluencedbytheoppressivesolitudethanbyfatigue。 Thustheyreachedthefootofthecolumn,tenthousandspiritsinprisonseemingtogasptheirgriefsfromthefunerealboughsoverhead,andafewtwigsscratchingthepillarwiththedragofimpishclawsastenaciousasthosefiguringinSt。Anthony’stemptation。 ’Howintenselydarkitisjusthere!’shewhispered。’Iwonderyoucankeepinthepath。ManyancientBritonslieburiedtheredoubtless。’ Heledherroundtotheotherside,where,feelinghiswaywithhishands,hesuddenlylefther,appearingamomentafterwithalight。 ’Whatplaceisthis?’sheexclaimed。 ’Thisisthenewwoodcabin,’saidhe。 Shecouldjustdiscerntheoutlineofalittlehouse,notunlikeabathing—machinewithoutwheels。 ’Ihavekeptlightsreadyhere,’hewenton,’asIthoughtyoumightcomeanyevening,andpossiblybringcompany。’ ’Don’tcriticizemeforcomingalone,’sheexclaimedwithsensitivepromptness。’TherearesocialreasonsforwhatIdoofwhichyouknownothing。’ ’PerhapsitismuchtomydiscreditthatIdon’tknow。’ ’Notatall。Youareallthebetterforit。HeavenforbidthatI shouldenlightenyou。Well,Iseethisisthehut。ButIammorecurioustogotothetopofthetower,andmakediscoveries。’ Hebroughtalittlelanternfromthecabin,andlightedherupthewindingstaircasetothetempleofthatsublimemysteryonwhosethresholdhestoodaspriest。 Thetopofthecolumnwasquitechanged。Thetub—shapedspacewithintheparapet,formerlyopentotheairandsun,wasnowarchedoverbyalightdomeoflath—workcoveredwithfelt。Butthisdomewasnotfixed。Atthelinewhereitsbasedescendedtotheparapettherewerehalfadozenironballs,preciselylikecannon—shot,standinglooselyinagroove,andonthesethedomeresteditswholeweight。Inthesideofthedomewasaslit,throughwhichthewindblewandtheNorthStarbeamed,andtowardsittheendofthegreattelescopewasdirected。Thislattermagnificentobject,withitscircles,axes,andhandlescomplete,wassecurelyfixedinthemiddleofthefloor。 ’Butyoucanonlyseeonepartoftheskythroughthatslit,’saidshe。 Theastronomerstretchedouthisarm,andthewholedometurnedhorizontallyround,runningontheballswitharumblelikethunder。 InsteadofthestarPolaris,whichhadfirstbeenpeepinginthroughtheslit,therenowappearedthecountenancesofCastorandPollux。 Swithinthenmanipulatedtheequatorial,andputitthroughitscapabilitiesinlikemanner。 Shewasenchanted;beingratherexcitablesheevenclappedherhandsjustonce。Sheturnedtohim:’Nowareyouhappy?’ ’ButitisallYOURS,LadyConstantine。’ ’Atthismoment。Butthat’sadefectwhichcansoonberemedied。 Whenisyourbirthday?’ ’Nextmonth,——theseventh。’ ’Thenitshallallbeyours,——abirthdaypresent。’ Theyoungmanprotested;itwastoomuch。 ’No,youmustacceptitall,——equatorial,domestand,hut,andeverythingthathasbeenputhereforthisastronomicalpurpose。 Thepossessionoftheseapparatuswouldonlycompromiseme。Alreadytheyarereputedtobeyours,andtheymustbemadeyours。Thereisnohelpforit。Ifever’(herehervoicelostsomefirmness),——’ifeveryougoawayfromme,——fromthisplace,Imean,——andmarry,andsettleinanewhomeelsewhereforgood,andforgetme,youmusttakethesethings,equatorialandall,andnevertellyourwifeoranybodyhowtheycametobeyours。’ ’IwishIcoulddosomethingmoreforyou!’exclaimedthemuch—movedastronomer。’Ifyoucouldbutsharemyfame,——supposingIgetany,whichImaydiebeforedoing,——itwouldbealittlecompensation。 Astomygoingawayandmarrying,Icertainlyshallnot。Imaygoaway,butIshallnevermarry。’ ’Whynot?’ ’Abelovedscienceisenoughwifeforme,——combined,perhaps,withalittlewarmfriendshipwithoneofkindredpursuits。’ ’Whoisthefriendofkindredpursuits?’ ’YourselfIshouldlikeittobe。’ ’YouwouldhavetobecomeawomanbeforeIcouldbethat,publicly; orIaman,’shereplied,withdrymelancholy。 ’WhyIawoman,oryouaman,dearLadyConstantine?’ ’Icannotexplain。No;youmustkeepyourfameandyoursciencealltoyourself,andImustkeepmy——troubles。’ Swithin,todivertherfrommelancholy——notknowingthatintheexpressionofhermelancholythusandnowshefoundmuchpleasure,—— changedthesubjectbyaskingiftheyshouldtakesomeobservations。 ’Yes;thesceneryiswellhungto—night,’shesaidlookingoutupontheheavens。 Thentheyproceededtoscanthesky,rovingfromplanettostar,fromsinglestarstodoublestars,fromdoubletocolouredstars,inthecursorymannerofthemerelycurious。Theyplungeddowntothatatothertimesinvisiblemultitudeinthebackrowsofthecelestialtheatre:remotelayersofconstellationswhoseshapeswerenewandsingular;prettytwinklerswhichforinfiniteageshadspenttheirbeamswithoutcallingforthfromasingleearthlypoetasingleline,orbeingabletobestowarayofcomfortonasinglebenightedtraveller。 ’Andtothink,’saidLadyConstantine,’thatthewholeraceofshepherds,sincethebeginningoftheworld,——eventhoseimmortalshepherdswhowatchednearBethlehem,——shouldhavegoneintotheirgraveswithoutknowingthatforonestarthatlightedthemintheirlabours,therewereahundredasgoodbehindtryingtodoso!…… IhaveafeelingforthisinstrumentnotunliketheaweIshouldfeelinthepresenceofagreatmagicianinwhomIreallybelieved。 Itspowersaresoenormous,andweird,andfantastical,thatI shouldhaveapersonalfearinbeingwithitalone。Musicdrewanangeldown,saidthepoet:butwhatisthattodrawingdownworlds!’ ’Ioftenexperienceakindoffearoftheskyaftersittingintheobserving—chairalongtime,’heanswered。’AndwhenIwalkhomeafterwardsIalsofearit,forwhatIknowisthere,butcannotsee,asonenaturallyfearsthepresenceofavastformlesssomethingthatonlyrevealsaverylittleofitself。That’spartlywhatI meantbysayingthatmagnitude,whichuptoacertainpointhasgrandeur,hasbeyonditghastliness。’ Thustheinterestoftheirsiderealobservationsledthemon,tilltheknowledgethatscarceanyotherhumanvisionwastravellingwithinahundredmillionmilesoftheirowngavethemsuchasenseoftheisolationofthatfacultyasalmosttobeasenseofisolationinrespectoftheirwholepersonality,causingashudderatitsabsoluteness。Atnight,whenhumandiscordsandharmoniesarehushed,inageneralsense,forthegreaterpartoftwelvehours,thereisnothingtomoderatetheblowwithwhichtheinfinitelygreat,thestellaruniverse,strikesdownupontheinfinitelylittle,themindofthebeholder;andthiswasthecasenow。Havinggotclosertoimmensitythantheirfellow—creatures,theysawatonceitsbeautyanditsfrightfulness。Theymoreandmorefeltthecontrastbetweentheirowntinymagnitudesandthoseamongwhichtheyhadrecklesslyplunged,tilltheywereoppressedwiththepresenceofavastnesstheycouldnotcopewithevenasanidea,andwhichhungaboutthemlikeanightmare。 Hestoodbyherwhilesheobserved;shebyhimwhentheychangedplaces。OncethatSwithin’semancipationfromatrammellingbodyhadbeeneffectedbythetelescope,andhewaswellawayinspace,shefeltherinfluenceoverhimdiminishingtonothing。Hewasquiteunconsciousofhisterrestrialneighbourings,andofherselfasoneofthem。Itstillfurtherreducedhertowardsunvarnishedsimplicityinhermannertohim。 Thesilencewasbrokenonlybythetickingoftheclock—workwhichgavediurnalmotiontotheinstrument。Thestarsmovedon,theendofthetelescopefollowed,buttheirtonguesstoodstill。Toexpectthathewasevervoluntarilygoingtoendthepausebyspeechwasapparentlyfutile。Shelaidherhanduponhisarm。 Hestarted,withdrewhiseyefromthetelescope,andbroughthimselfbacktotheearthbyavisible——almostpainful——effort。 ’Docomeoutofit,’shecoaxed,withasoftnessinhervoicewhichanymanbutunpractisedSwithinwouldhavefelttobeexquisite。’I feelthatIhavebeensofoolishastoputinyourhandsaninstrumenttoeffectmyownannihilation。Notawordhaveyouspokenforthelasttenminutes。’ ’Ihavebeenmentallygettingonwithmygreattheory。Ihopesoontobeabletopublishittotheworld。What,areyougoing?Iwillwalkwithyou,LadyConstantine。Whenwillyoucomeagain?’ ’Whenyourgreattheoryispublishedtotheworld。’ IX LadyConstantine,ifnarrowlyobservedatthistime,wouldhaveseemedtobedeeplytroubledinconscience,andparticularlyaftertheinterviewabovedescribed。AshWednesdayoccurredinthecalendarafewdayslater,andshewenttomorningservicewithalookofgenuinecontritiononheremotionalandyearningcountenance。 Besidesherselfthecongregationconsistedonlyoftheparson,clerk,school—children,andthreeoldpeoplelivingonalms,whosatunderthereading—desk;andthus,whenMr。TorkinghamblazedforththedenunciatorysentencesoftheCommination,nearlythewholeforceofthemseemedtodescenduponherownshoulders。Lookingacrosstheemptypewsshesawthroughtheoneortwoclearpanesofthewindowoppositeayouthfulfigureinthechurchyard,andtheveryfeelingagainstwhichshehadtriedtoprayreturnedagainirresistibly。 Whenshecameoutandhadcrossedintotheprivatewalk,Swithincameforwardtospeaktoher。Thiswasamostunusualcircumstance,andarguedamatterofimportance。 ’Ihavemadeanamazingdiscoveryinconnexionwiththevariablestars,’heexclaimed。’Itwillexcitethewholeastronomicalworld,andtheworldoutsidebutlittleless。Ihadlongsuspectedthetruesecretoftheirvariability;butitwasbythemerestchanceonearththatIhituponaproofofmyguess。Yourequatorialhasdoneit,mygood,kindLadyConstantine,andourfameisestablishedforever!’ Hesprangintotheair,andwavedhishatinhistriumph。 ’Oh,Iamsoglad——sorejoiced!’shecried。’Whatisit?Butdon’tstoptotellme。Publishitatonceinsomepaper;nailyournametoit,orsomebodywillseizetheideaandappropriateit,—— forestallyouinsomeway。ItwillbeAdamsandLeverrieroveragain。’ ’IfImaywalkwithyouIwillexplainthenatureofthediscovery。 ItaccountsfortheoccasionalgreentintofCastor,andeverydifficulty。IsaidIwouldbetheCopernicusofthestellarsystem,andIhavebeguntobe。Yetwhoknows?’ ’Nowdon’tbesoupanddown!Ishallnotunderstandyourexplanation,andIwouldrathernotknowit。Ishallrevealitifitisverygrand。Women,youknow,arenotsafedepositariesofsuchvaluablesecrets。Youmaywalkwithmealittleway,withgreatpleasure。Thengoandwriteyouraccount,soastoinsureyourownershipofthediscovery……Buthowyouhavewatched!’ shecried,inasuddenaccessionofanxiety,assheturnedtolookmorecloselyathim。’Theorbitsofyoureyesareleaden,andyoureyelidsareredandheavy。Don’tdoit——praydon’t。Youwillbeill,andbreakdown。’ ’Ihave,itistrue,beenupalittlelatethislastweek,’hesaidcheerfully。’Infact,Icouldn’ttearmyselfawayfromtheequatorial;itissuchawonderfulpossessionthatitkeepsmetheretilldaylight。Butwhatdoesthatmatter,nowIhavemadethediscovery?’ ’Ah,itDOESmatter!Now,promiseme——Iinsist——thatyouwillnotcommitsuchimprudencesagain;forwhatshouldIdoifmyAstronomerRoyalweretodie?’ Shelaughed,butfartooapprehensivelytobeeffectiveasadisplayoflevity。 Theyparted,andhewenthometowriteouthispaper。Hepromisedtocallassoonashisdiscoverywasinprint。Thentheywaitedfortheresult。 ItisimpossibletodescribethetremulousstateofLadyConstantineduringtheinterval。ThewarminterestshetookinSwithinSt。 Cleeve——manywouldhavesaiddangerouslywarminterest——madehishopesherhopes;andthoughshesometimesadmittedtoherselfthatgreatallowancewasrequisitefortheoverweeningconfidenceofyouthinthefuture,shepermittedherselftobeblindedtoprobabilitiesforthepleasureofsharinghisdreams。Itseemednotunreasonabletosupposethepresenthourtobethebeginningofrealizationtoherdarlingwishthatthisyoungmanshouldbecomefamous。Hehadworkedhard,andwhyshouldhenotbefamousearly? Hisverysimplicityinmundaneaffairsaffordedastrongpresumptionthatinthingscelestialhemightbewise。Toobtainsupportforthishypothesisshehadonlytothinkoverthelivesofmanyeminentastronomers。 Shewaitedfeverishlyfortheflourishoftrumpetsfromafar,bywhichsheexpectedtheannouncementofhisdiscoverytobegreeted。 Knowingthatimmediateintelligenceoftheoutburstwouldbebroughttoherbyhimself,shewatchedfromthewindowsoftheGreatHouseeachmorningforasightofhisfigurehasteningdowntheglade。 Buthedidnotcome。 Alongarrayofwetdayspassedtheirdrearyshapesbeforeher,andmadethewaitingstillmoretedious。Ononeoftheseoccasionssheranacrosstothetower,attheriskofaseverecold。Thedoorwaslocked。 Twodaysaftershewentagain。Thedoorwaslockedstill。Butthiswasonlytobeexpectedinsuchweather。Yetshewouldhavegoneontohishouse,hadtherenotbeenonereasontoomanyagainstsuchprecipitancy。Asastronomerandastronomertherewasnoharmintheirmeetings;butaswomanandmanshefearedthem。 Tendayspassedwithoutasightofhim;tenblurredanddrearydays,duringwhichthewholelandscapedrippedlikeamop;theparktreesswabbedthegravelfromthedrive,whiletheskywasazinc—colouredarchi—vaultofimmovablecloud。Itseemedasifthewholescienceofastronomyhadneverbeenreal,andthattheheavenlybodies,withtheirmotions,wereastheoreticalasthelinesandcirclesofabygonemathematicalproblem。 Shecouldcontentherselfnolongerwithfruitlessvisitstothecolumn,andwhentherainhadalittleabatedshewalkedtothenearesthamlet,andinaconversationwiththefirstoldwomanshemetcontrivedtoleaduptothesubjectofSwithinSt。Cleevebytalkingabouthisgrandmother。 ’Ah,pooroldheart;’tisabadtimeforher,mylady!’exclaimedthedame。 ’What?’ ’Hergrandsonisdying;andsuchagentlemanthroughandthrough!’ ’What!……Oh,ithassomethingtodowiththatdreadfuldiscovery!’ ’Discovery,mylady?’ Shelefttheoldwomanwithanevasiveanswer,andwithabreakingheartcreptalongtheroad。Tearsbrimmedintohereyesasshewalked,andbythetimethatshewasoutofsightsobsburstforthtumultuously。 ’Iamtoofondofhim!’shemoaned;’butIcan’thelpit;andI don’tcareifit’swrong,——Idon’tcare!’ WithoutfurtherconsiderationsastowhobeheldherdoingssheinstinctivelywentstraighttowardsMrs。Martin’s。SeeingamancomingshecalmedherselfsufficientlytoaskhimthroughherdroppedveilhowpoorMr。St。Cleevewasthatday。Butsheonlygotthesamereply:’Theysayheisdying,mylady。’ WhenSwithinhadpartedfromLadyConstantine,onthepreviousAsh— Wednesday,hehadgonestraighttothehomesteadandpreparedhisaccountof’ANewAstronomicalDiscovery。’Itwaswrittenperhapsintooglowingarhetoricforthetruescientifictoneofmind;buttherewasnodoubtthathisassertionmetwithamoststartlingaptnessallthedifficultieswhichhadaccompaniedthereceivedtheoriesonthephenomenaattendingthosechangeablesunsofmarvelloussystemssofaraway。Itaccountedforthenebulousmistthatsurroundssomeofthemattheirweakesttime;inshort,tookupapositionofprobabilitywhichhasneveryetbeensuccessfullyassailed。 Thepaperswerewrittenintriplicate,andcarefullysealedupwithbluewax。OnecopywasdirectedtoGreenwich,anothertotheRoyalSociety,anothertoaprominentastronomer。Abriefstatementoftheessenceofthediscoverywasalsopreparedfortheleadingdailypaper。 Heconsideredthesedocuments,embodyingastheydidtwoyearsofhisconstantthought,reading,andobservation,tooimportanttobeentrustedforpostingtothehandsofamessenger;tooimportanttobesenttothesub—post—officeathand。Thoughthedaywaswet,drippingwet,hewentonfootwiththemtoachiefoffice,fivemilesoff,andregisteredthem。Quiteexhaustedbythewalk,afterhislongnight—work,wetthrough,yetsustainedbythesenseofagreatachievement,hecalledatabookseller’sfortheastronomicalperiodicalstowhichhesubscribed;then,restingforashorttimeataninn,heploddedhiswayhomewards,readinghispapersashewent,andplanninghowtoenjoyareposeonhislaurelsofaweekormore。 Onhestrolledthroughtherain,holdingtheumbrellaverticallyovertheexposedpagetokeepitdrywhileheread。Suddenlyhiseyewasstruckbyanarticle。ItwasthereviewofapamphletbyanAmericanastronomer,inwhichtheauthorannouncedaconclusivediscoverywithregardtovariablestars。 ThediscoverywaspreciselythediscoveryofSwithinSt。Cleeve。 Anothermanhadforestalledhisfamebyaperiodofaboutsixweeks。 ThentheyouthfoundthatthegoddessPhilosophy,towhomhehadvowedtodedicatehiswholelife,wouldnotinreturnsupporthimthroughasinglehourofdespair。Intruth,theimpishnessofcircumstancewasnewertohimthanitwouldhavebeentoaphilosopherofthreescore—and—ten。Inawildwishforannihilationheflunghimselfdownonapatchofheatherthatlayalittleremovedfromtheroad,andinthishumidbedremainedmotionless,whiletimepassedbyunheeded。 Atlast,fromsheermiseryandweariness,hefellasleep。 TheMarchrainpeltedhimmercilessly,thebeadedmoisturefromtheheavilychargedlocksofheathpenetratedhimthroughbackandsides,andclottedhishairtounsightlytagsandtufts。Whenheawokeitwasdark。Hethoughtofhisgrandmother,andofherpossiblealarmatmissinghim。Onattemptingtorise,hefoundthathecouldhardlybendhisjoints,andthathisclotheswereasheavyasleadfromsaturation。Histeethchatteringandhiskneestremblinghepursuedhiswayhome,wherehisappearanceexcitedgreatconcern。Hewasobligedatoncetoretiretobed,andthenextdayhewasdeliriousfromthechill。 ItwasabouttendaysafterthisunhappyoccurrencethatLadyConstantinelearntthenews,asabovedescribed,andhastenedalongtothehomesteadinthatstateofanguishinwhichtheheartisnolongerunderthecontrolofthejudgment,andself—abandonmenteventoerror,vergesonheroism。 OnreachingthehouseinWellandBottomthedoorwasopenedtoherbyoldHannah,whoworeanassiduouslysorrowfullook;andLadyConstantinewasshownintothelargeroom,——sowidethatthebeamsbentinthemiddle,——whereshetookherseatinoneofamethodicrangeofchairs,beneathaportraitoftheReverendMr。St。Cleeve,herastronomer’serraticfather。 Theeightunwatereddyingplants,intherowofeightflower—pots,denotedthattherewassomethingwronginthehouse。Mrs。Martincamedownstairsfretting,herwonderatbeholdingLadyConstantinenotaltogetherdisplacingthepreviousmoodofgrief。 ’Here’saprettykettleoffish,mylady!’sheexclaimed。 LadyConstantinesaid,’Hush!’andpointedinquiringlyupward。 ’Heisnotoverhead,mylady,’repliedSwithin’sgrandmother。’Hisbedroomisatthebackofthehouse。’ ’Howishenow?’ ’Heisbetter,justatthismoment;andwearemorehopeful。Buthechangesso。’ ’MayIgoup?Iknowhewouldliketoseeme。’ Herpresencehavingbeenmadeknowntothesufferer,shewasconductedupstairstoSwithin’sroom。Thewaythitherwasthroughthelargechamberhehadusedasastudyandforthemanufactureofopticalinstruments。Therelaythelargepasteboardtelescope,thathadbeenjustsuchafailureasCrusoe’slargeboat;therewerehisdiagrams,maps,globes,andcelestialapparatusofvarioussorts。 Theabsenceoftheworker,throughillnessordeathissufficienttotouchtheprosiestworkshopandtoolswiththehuesofpathos,anditwaswithaswellingbosomthatLadyConstantinepassedthroughthisarenaofhisyouthfulactivitiestothelittlechamberwherehelay。 OldMrs。Martinsatdownbythewindow,andLadyConstantinebentoverSwithin。 ’Don’tspeaktome!’shewhispered。’Itwillweakenyou;itwillexciteyou。Ifyoudospeak,itmustbeverysoftly。’ Shetookhishand,andoneirrepressibletearfelluponit。 ’Nothingwillexcitemenow,LadyConstantine,’hesaid;’notevenyourgoodnessincoming。MylastexcitementwaswhenIlostthebattle……Doyouknowthatmydiscoveryhasbeenforestalled? Itisthatthat’skillingme。’ ’Butyouaregoingtorecover;youarebetter,theysay。Isitso?’ ’IthinkIam,to—day。Butwhocanbesure?’ ’Thepoorboywassoupsetatfindingthathislabourhadbeenthrownaway,’saidhisgrandmother,’thathelaydownintherain,andchilledhislifeout。’ ’Howcouldyoudoit?’LadyConstantinewhispered。’O,howcouldyouthinksomuchofrenown,andsolittleofme?Why,foreverydiscoverymadetherearetenbehindthatawaitmaking。Tocommitsuicidelikethis,asiftherewerenobodyintheworldtocareforyou!’ ’Itwasdoneinmyhaste,andIamvery,verysorryforit!Ibegbothyouandallmyfewfriendsnever,nevertoforgiveme!Itwouldkillmewithself—reproachifyouweretopardonmyrashness!’ Atthismomentthedoctorwasannounced,andMrs。Martinwentdownstairstoreceivehim。LadyConstantinethoughtshewouldremaintohearhisreport,andforthispurposewithdrew,andsatdowninanookoftheadjoiningwork—roomofSwithin,thedoctormeetingherashepassedthroughitintothesickchamber。 Hewasthereatorturinglylongtime;butatlengthhecameouttotheroomshewaitedin,andcrosseditonhiswaydownstairs。Sheroseandfollowedhimtothestairhead。 ’Howishe?’sheanxiouslyasked。’Willhegetoverit?’ Thedoctor,notknowingthedepthofherinterestinthepatient,spokewiththebluntcandournaturaltowardsacomparativelyindifferentinquirer。 ’No,LadyConstantine,’hereplied;’there’sachangefortheworse。’ Andheretireddownthestairs。 ScarcelyknowingwhatshedidLadyConstantineranbacktoSwithin’sside,flungherselfuponthebedandinaparoxysmofsorrowkissedhim。 X TheplacidinhabitantsoftheparishofWelland,includingwarblingwaggoners,loneshepherds,ploughmen,theblacksmith,thecarpenter,thegardenerattheGreatHouse,thestewardandagent,theparson,clerk,andsoon,werehourlyexpectingtheannouncementofSt。 Cleeve’sdeath。Thesextonhadbeengoingtoseehisbrother—in— law,ninemilesdistant,butpromptlypostponedthevisitforafewdays,thattheremightbetheregularprofessionalhandpresenttotollthebellinanoteofduefulnessandsolemnity;anattemptbyadeputy,onapreviousoccasionofhisabsence,havingdegeneratedintoamiserablestammeringclangthatwasadisgracetotheparish。 ButSwithinSt。Cleevedidnotdecease,afactofwhich,indeed,thehabituatedreaderwillhavebeenwellawareeversincetheraincamedownupontheyoungmanintheninthchapter,andledtohisalarmingillness。Though,forthatmatter,somanymaimedhistoriesarehourlyenactingthemselvesinthisdun—colouredworldastolendalmostapriorityofinteresttonarrativesconcerningthose’WholaygreatbasesforeternityWhichprovemoreshortthanwasteorruining。’ Howitarosethathedidnotdiewasinthiswise;andhisexampleaffordsanotherinstanceofthatreflexruleofthevassalsouloverthesovereignbody,which,operatingsowonderfullyinelasticnatures,andmoreorlessinall,originallygaverisetothelegendthatsupremacylayontheotherside。 Theeveningofthedayafterthetender,despairing,farewellkissofLadyConstantine,whenhewasalittlelessweakthanduringhervisit,helaywithhisfacetothewindow。Helayalone,quietandresigned。Hehadbeenthinking,sometimesofherandotherfriends,butchieflyofhislostdiscovery。Althoughnearlyunconsciousatthetime,hehadyetbeenawareofthatkiss,asthedelicateflushwhichfollowedituponhischeekwouldhavetold;buthehadattachedlittleimportancetoitasbetweenwomanandman。Hadhebeendyingofloveinsteadofwetweather,perhapstheimpulsiveactofthathandsomeladywouldhavebeenseizedonasaproofthathislovewasreturned。Asitwasherkissseemedbuttheevidenceofanaturallydemonstrativekindliness,felttowardshimchieflybecausehewasbelievedtobeleavingherforever。 Theredsofsunsetpassed,andduskdrewon。OldHannahcameupstairstopulldowntheblindsandassheadvancedtothewindowhesaidtoher,inafaintvoice,’Well,Hannah,whatnewsto—day?’