第16章

类别:其他 作者:Charles Dickens字数:27347更新时间:18/12/21 17:01:31
Hughwouldhavepreventedhisutteringtheword,butitwasoutalready。Hearingthename,Barnabyturnedswiftlyround。 ’Duty,duty,boldBarnaby!’criedHugh,assuminghiswildestandmostrapidmanner,andthrustingintohishandhisstaffandflagwhichleantagainstthewall。’Mountguardwithoutlossoftime,forweareoffuponourexpedition。Up,Dennis,andgetready! Takecarethatnooneturnsthestrawuponmybed,braveBarnaby; weknowwhat’sunderneathit——eh?Now,master,quick!Whatyouhavetosay,sayspeedily,forthelittlecaptainandaclusterof’emareinthefields,andonlywaitingforus。Sharp’stheword,andstrike’stheaction。Quick!’ Barnabywasnotproofagainstthisbustleanddespatch。Thelookofmingledastonishtnentandangerwhichhadappearedinhisfacewhenheturnedtowardsthem,fadedfromitasthewordspassedfromhismemory,likebreathfromapolishedmirror;andgraspingtheweaponwhichHughforceduponhim,heproudlytookhisstationatthedoor,beyondtheirhearing。 ’Youmighthavespoiledourplans,master,’saidHugh。’YOU,too,ofallmen!’ ’WhowouldhavesupposedthatHEwouldbesoquick?’urgedGashford。 ’He’sasquicksometimes——Idon’tmeanwithhishands,forthatyouknow,butwithhishead——asyouoranyman,’saidHugh。’Dennis,it’stimeweweregoing;they’rewaitingforus;Icametotellyou。Reachmemystickandbelt。Here!Lendahand,master。 Flingthisovermyshoulder,andbuckleitbehind,willyou?’ ’Briskasever!’saidthesecretary,adjustingitforhimashedesired。 ’Amanneedbebriskto-day;there’sbriskworka-foot。’ ’Thereis,isthere?’saidGashford。Hesaiditwithsuchaprovokingassumptionofignorance,thatHugh,lookingoverhisshoulderandangrilydownuponhim,replied: ’Isthere!Youknowthereis!Whoknowsbetterthanyou,master,thatthefirstgreatsteptobetakenistomakeexamplesofthesewitnesses,andfrightenallmenfromappearingagainstusoranyofourbody,anymore?’ ’There’soneweknowof,’returnedGashford,withanexpressivesmile,’whoisatleastaswellinformeduponthatsubjectasyouorI。’ ’Ifwemeanthesamegentleman,asIsupposewedo,’Hughrejoinedsoftly,’Itellyouthis——he’sasgoodandquickinformationabouteverythingas——’herehepausedandlookedround,asiftomakesurethatthepersoninquestionwasnotwithinhearing,’asOldNickhimself。Haveyoudonethat,master?Howslowyouare!’ ’It’squitefastnow,’saidGashford,rising。’Isay——youdidn’tfindthatyourfrienddisapprovedofto-day’slittleexpedition? Hahaha!Itisfortunateitjumpssowellwiththewitnesspolicy;for,onceplanned,itmusthavebeencarriedout。Andnowyouaregoing,eh?’ ’Nowwearegoing,master!’Hughreplied。’Anypartingwords?’ ’Ohdear,no,’saidGashfordsweetly。’None!’ ’You’resure?’criedHugh,nudgingthegrinningDennis。 ’Quitesure,eh,MusterGashford?’chuckledthehangman。 Gashfordpausedamoment,strugglingwithhiscautionandhismalice;thenputtinghimselfbetweenthetwomen,andlayingahanduponthearmofeach,said,inacrampedwhisper: ’Donot,mygoodfriends——Iamsureyouwillnot——forgetourtalkonenight——inyourhouse,Dennis——aboutthisperson。Nomercy,noquarter,notwobeamsofhishousetobeleftstandingwherethebuilderplacedthem!Fire,thesayinggoes,isagoodservant,butabadmaster。MakesitHISmaster;hedeservesnobetter。ButI amsureyouwillbefirm,Iamsureyouwillbeveryresolute,Iamsureyouwillrememberthathethirstsforyourlives,andthoseofallyourbravecompanions。Ifyoueveractedlikestaunchfellows,youwilldosoto-day。Won’tyou,Dennis——won’tyou,Hugh?’ Thetwolookedathim,andateachother;thenburstingintoaroaroflaughter,brandishedtheirstavesabovetheirheads,shookhands,andhurriedout。 Whentheyhadbeengonealittletime,Gashfordfollowed。Theywereyetinsight,andhasteningtothatpartoftheadjacentfieldsinwhichtheirfellowshadalreadymustered;Hughwaslookingback,andflourishinghishattoBarnaby,who,delightedwithhistrust,repliedinthesameway,andthenresumedhispacingupanddownbeforethestable-door,wherehisfeethadwornapathalready。AndwhenGashfordhimselfwasfardistant,andlookedbackforthelasttime,hewasstillwalkingtoandfro,withthesamemeasuredtread;themostdevotedandtheblithestchampionthatevermaintainedapost,andfelthisheartliftedupwithabravesenseofduty,anddeterminationtodefendittothelast。 Smilingatthesimplicityofthepooridiot,GashfordbetookhimselftoWelbeckStreetbyadifferentpathfromthatwhichheknewtherioterswouldtake,andsittingdownbehindacurtaininoneoftheupperwindowsofLordGeorgeGordon’shouse,waitedimpatientlyfortheircoming。Theyweresolong,thatalthoughheknewithadbeensettledtheyshouldcomethatway,hehadamisgivingtheymusthavechangedtheirplansandtakensomeotherroute。Butatlengththeroarofvoiceswasheardintheneighbouringfields,andsoonafterwardstheycamethrongingpast,inagreatbody。 However,theywerenotall,nornearlyall,inonebody,butwere,ashesoonfound,dividedintofourparties,eachofwhichstoppedbeforethehousetogivethreecheers,andthenwenton;theleaderscryingoutinwhatdirectiontheyweregoing,andcallingonthespectatorstojointhem。Thefirstdetachment,carrying,bywayofbanners,somerelicsofthehavoctheyhadmadeinMoorfields,proclaimedthattheywereontheirwaytoChelsea,whencetheywouldreturninthesameorder,tomakeofthespoiltheybore,agreatbonfire,nearathand。ThesecondgaveoutthattheywereboundforWapping,todestroyachapel;thethird,thattheirplaceofdestinationwasEastSmithfield,andtheirobjectthesame。Allthiswasdoneinbroad,bright,summerday。Gaycarriagesandchairsstoppedtoletthempass,orturnedbacktoavoidthem;peopleonfootstoodasideindoorways,orperhapsknockedandbeggedpermissiontostandatawindow,orinthehall,untiltheriotershadpassed:butnobodyinterferedwiththem;andwhentheyhadgoneby,everythingwentonasusual。 Therestillremainedthefourthbody,andforthatthesecretarylookedwithamostintenseeagerness。Atlastitcameup。Itwasnumerous,andcomposedofpickedmen;forashegazeddownamongthem,herecognisedmanyupturnedfaceswhichheknewwell——thoseofSimonTappertit,Hugh,andDennisinthefront,ofcourse。Theyhaltedandcheered,astheothershaddone;butwhentheymovedagain,theydidnot,likethem,proclaimwhatdesigntheyhad。 Hughmerelyraisedhishatuponthebludgeonhecarried,andglancingataspectatorontheoppositesideoftheway,wasgone。 Gashfordfollowedthedirectionofhisglanceinstinctively,andsaw,standingonthepavement,andwearingthebluecockade,SirJohnChester。Heheldhishataninchortwoabovehishead,topropitiatethemob;and,restinggracefullyonhiscane,smilingpleasantly,anddisplayinghisdressandpersontotheverybestadvantage,lookedoninthemosttranquilstateimaginable。Forallthat,andquickanddexterousashewas,GashfordhadseenhimrecogniseHughwiththeairofapatron。Hehadnolongeranyeyesforthecrowd,butfixedhiskeenregardsuponSirJohn。 Hestoodinthesameplaceandpostureuntilthelastmanintheconcoursehadturnedthecornerofthestreet;thenverydeliberatelytookthebluecockadeoutofhishat;putitcarefullyinhispocket,readyforthenextemergency;refreshedhimselfwithapinchofsnuff;putuphisbox;andwaswalkingslowlyoff,whenapassingcarriagestopped,andalady’shandletdowntheglass。 SirJohn’shatwasoffagainimmediately。Afteraminute’sconversationatthecarriage-window,inwhichitwasapparentthathewasvastlyentertainingonthesubjectofthemob,hesteppedlightlyin,andwasdrivenaway。 Thesecretarysmiled,buthehadotherthoughtstodwellupon,andsoondismissedthetopic。Dinnerwasbroughthim,buthesentitdownuntasted;and,inrestlesspacingsupanddowntheroom,andconstantglancesattheclock,andmanyfutileeffortstositdownandread,orgotosleep,orlookoutofthewindow,consumedfourwearyhours。Whenthedialtoldhimthusmuchtimehadcreptaway,hestoleupstairstothetopofthehouse,andcomingoutupontheroofsatdown,withhisfacetowardstheeast。 Heedlessofthefreshairthatblewuponhisheatedbrow,ofthepleasantmeadowsfromwhichheturned,ofthepilesofroofsandchimneysuponwhichhelooked,ofthesmokeandrisingmisthevainlysoughttopierce,oftheshrillcriesofchildrenattheireveningsports,thedistanthumandturmoilofthetown,thecheerfulcountrybreaththatrustledpasttomeetit,andtodroop,anddie;hewatched,andwatched,tillitwasdarksaveforthespecksoflightthattwinkledinthestreetsbelowandfaraway—— and,asthedarknessdeepened,strainedhisgazeandgrewmoreeageryet。 ’Nothingbutgloominthatdirection,still!’hemutteredrestlessly。’Dog!whereistherednessinthesky,youpromisedme!’ Chapter54 Rumoursoftheprevailingdisturbanceshad,bythistime,beguntobeprettygenerallycirculatedthroughthetownsandvillagesroundLondon,andthetidingswereeverywherereceivedwiththatappetiteforthemarvellousandloveoftheterriblewhichhaveprobablybeenamongthenaturalcharacteristicsofmankindsincethecreationoftheworld。Theseaccounts,however,appeared,tomanypersonsatthatday——astheywouldtousatthepresent,butthatweknowthemtobematterofhistory——somonstrousandimprobable,thatagreatnumberofthosewhowereresidentatadistance,andwhowerecredulousenoughonotherpoints,werereallyunabletobringtheirmindstobelievethatsuchthingscouldbe;andrejectedtheintelligencetheyreceivedonallhands,aswhollyfabulousandabsurd。 MrWillet——notsomuch,perhaps,onaccountofhishavingarguedandsettledthematterwithhimself,asbyreasonofhisconstitutionalobstinacy——wasoneofthosewhopositivelyrefusedtoentertainthecurrenttopicforamoment。Onthisveryevening,andperhapsattheverytimewhenGashfordkepthissolitarywatch,oldJohnwassoredinthefacewithperpetuallyshakinghisheadincontradictionofhisthreeancientcroniesandpotcompanions,thathewasquiteaphenomenontobehold,andlighteduptheMaypolePorchwhereintheysattogether,likeamonstrouscarbuncleinafairytale。 ’Doyouthink,sir,’saidMrWillet,lookinghardatSolomonDaisy——foritwashiscustomincasesofpersonalaltercationtofastenuponthesmallestmanintheparty——’doyouthink,sir,thatI’mabornfool?’ ’No,no,Johnny,’returnedSolomon,lookingrounduponthelittlecircleofwhichheformedapart:’Weallknowbetterthanthat。 You’renofool,Johnny。No,no!’ MrCobbandMrParkesshooktheirheadsinunison,muttering,’No,no,Johnny,notyou!’ButassuchcomplimentshadusuallytheeffectofmakingMrWilletrathermoredoggedthanbefore,hesurveyedthemwithalookofdeepdisdain,andreturnedforanswer: ’Thenwhatdoyoumeanbycominghere,andtellingmethatthiseveningyou’rea-goingtowalkuptoLondontogether——youthree—— you——andhavetheevidenceofyourownsenses?An’t,’saidMrWillet,puttinghispipeinhismouthwithanairofsolemndisgust,’an’ttheevidenceofMYsensesenoughforyou?’ ’Butwehaven’tgotit,Johnny,’pleadedParkes,humbly。 ’Youhaven’tgotit,sir?’repeatedMrWillet,eyeinghimfromtoptotoe。’Youhaven’tgotit,sir?YouHAVEgotit,sir。Don’tI tellyouthatHisblessedMajestyKingGeorgetheThirdwouldnomorestandariotingandrollickinginhisstreets,thanhe’dstandbeingcrowedoverbyhisownParliament?’ ’Yes,Johnny,butthat’syoursense——notyoursenses,’saidtheadventurousMrParkes。 ’Howdoyouknow?’retortedJohnwithgreatdignity。’You’reacontradictingprettyfree,youare,sir。HowdoYOUknowwhichitis?I’mnotawareIevertoldyou,sir。’ MrParkes,findinghimselfinthepositionofhavinggotintometaphysicswithoutexactlyseeinghiswayoutofthem,stammeredforthanapologyandretreatedfromtheargument。Therethenensuedasilenceofsometenminutesoraquarterofanhour,attheexpirationofwhichperiodMrWilletwasobservedtorumbleandshakewithlaughter,andpresentlyremarked,inreferencetohislateadversary,’thathehopedhehadtackledhimenough。’ ThereuponMessrsCobbandDaisylaughed,andnodded,andParkeswaslookeduponasthoroughlyandeffectuallyputdown。 ’Doyousupposeifallthiswastrue,thatMrHaredalewouldbeconstantlyawayfromhome,asheis?’saidJohn,afteranothersilence。’Doyouthinkhewouldn’tbeafraidtoleavehishousewiththemtwoyoungwomeninit,andonlyacoupleofmen,orso?’ ’Ay,butthenyouknow,’returnedSolomonDaisy,’hishouseisagoodishwayoutofLondon,andtheydosaythattherioterswon’tgomorethantwomiles,orthreeatthefarthest,offthestones。 Besides,youknow,someoftheCatholicgentlefolkshaveactuallysenttrinketsandsuchlikedownhereforsafety——atleast,sothestorygoes。’ ’Thestorygoes!’saidMrWillettestily。’Yes,sir。ThestorygoesthatyousawaghostlastMarch。Butnobodybelievesit。’ ’Well!’saidSolomon,rising,todiverttheattentionofhistwofriends,whotitteredatthisretort:’believedordisbelieved,it’strue;andtrueornot,ifwemeantogotoLondon,wemustbegoingatonce。Soshakehands,Johnny,andgoodnight。’ ’Ishallshakehands,’returnedthelandlord,puttinghisintohispockets,’withnomanasgoestoLondononsuchnonsensicalerrands。’ Thethreecronieswerethereforereducedtothenecessityofshakinghiselbows;havingperformedthatceremony,andbroughtfromthehousetheirhats,andsticks,andgreatcoats,theybadehimgoodnightanddeparted;promisingtobringhimonthemorrowfullandtrueaccountsoftherealstateofthecity,andifitwerequiet,togivehimthefullmeritofhisvictory。 JohnWilletlookedafterthem,astheyploddedalongtheroadintherichglowofasummerevening;andknockingtheashesoutofhispipe,laughedinwardlyattheirfolly,untilhissidesweresore。Whenhehadquiteexhaustedhimself——whichtooksometime,forhelaughedasslowlyashethoughtandspoke——hesathimselfcomfortablywithhisbacktothehouse,puthislegsuponthebench,thenhisapronoverhisface,andfellsoundasleep。 Howlongheslept,mattersnot;butitwasfornobriefspace,forwhenheawoke,therichlighthadfaded,thesombrehuesofnightwerefallingfastuponthelandscape,andafewbrightstarswerealreadytwinklingoverhead。Thebirdswereallatroost,thedaisiesonthegreenhadclosedtheirfairyhoods,thehoneysuckletwiningroundtheporchexhaleditsperfumeinatwofolddegree,asthoughitlostitscoynessatthatsilenttimeandlovedtosheditsfragranceonthenight;theivyscarcelystirreditsdeepgreenleaves。Howtranquil,andhowbeautifulitwas! Wastherenosoundintheair,besidesthegentlerustlingofthetreesandthegrasshopper’smerrychirp?Hark!Somethingveryfaintanddistant,notunlikethemurmuringinasea-shell。Nowitgrewlouder,fainternow,andnowitaltogetherdiedaway。 Presently,itcameagain,subsided,cameoncemore,grewlouder,fainter——swelledintoaroar。Itwasontheroad,andvariedwithitswindings。Allatonceitburstintoadistinctsound——thevoices,andthetrampingfeetofmanymen。 ItisquestionablewhetheroldJohnWillet,eventhen,wouldhavethoughtoftheriotersbutforthecriesofhiscookandhousemaid,whoranscreamingupstairsandlockedthemselvesintooneoftheoldgarrets,——shriekingdismallywhentheyhaddoneso,bywayofrenderingtheirplaceofrefugeperfectlysecretandsecure。ThesetwofemalesdidafterwardsdeponethatMrWilletinhisconsternationutteredbutoneword,andcalledthatupthestairsinastentorianvoice,sixdistincttimes。Butasthiswordwasamonosyllable,which,howeverinoffensivewhenappliedtothequadrupeditdenotes,ishighlyreprehensiblewhenusedinconnectionwithfemalesofunimpeachablecharacter,manypersonswereinclinedtobelievethattheyoungwomenlabouredundersomehallucinationcausedbyexcessivefear;andthattheirearsdeceivedthem。 Bethisasitmay,JohnWillet,inwhomtheveryuttermostextentofdull-headedperplexitysuppliedtheplaceofcourage,stationedhimselfintheporch,andwaitedfortheircomingup。Once,itdimlyoccurredtohimthattherewasakindofdoortothehouse,whichhadalockandbolts;andatthesametimesomeshadowyideasofshutterstothelowerwindows,flittedthroughhisbrain。Buthestoodstockstill,lookingdowntheroadinthedirectioninwhichthenoisewasrapidlyadvancing,anddidnotsomuchastakehishandsoutofhispockets。 Hehadnottowaitlong。Adarkmass,loomingthroughacloudofdust,soonbecamevisible;themobquickenedtheirpace;shoutingandwhoopinglikesavages,theycamerushingonpellmell;andinafewsecondshewasbandiedfromhandtohand,intheheartofacrowdofmen。 ’Halloa!’criedavoiceheknew,asthemanwhospokecamecleavingthroughthethrong。’Whereishe?Givehimtome。Don’thurthim。Hownow,oldJack!Hahaha!’ MrWilletlookedathim,andsawitwasHugh;buthesaidnothing,andthoughtnothing。 ’Theseladsarethirstyandmustdrink!’criedHugh,thrustinghimbacktowardsthehouse。’Bustle,Jack,bustle。Showusthebest—— theverybest——theover-proofthatyoukeepforyourowndrinking,Jack!’ Johnfaintlyarticulatedthewords,’Who’stopay?’ ’Hesays“Who’stopay?”’criedHugh,witharoaroflaughterwhichwasloudlyechoedbythecrowd。ThenturningtoJohn,headded,’Pay!Why,nobody。’ Johnstaredroundatthemassoffaces——somegrinning,somefierce,somelightedupbytorches,someindistinct,someduskyandshadowy:somelookingathim,someathishouse,someateachother——andwhilehewas,ashethought,intheveryactofdoingso,foundhimself,withoutanyconsciousnessofhavingmoved,inthebar;sittingdowninanarm-chair,andwatchingthedestructionofhisproperty,asifitweresomequeerplayorentertainment,ofanastonishingandstupefyingnature,buthavingnoreferencetohimself——thathecouldmakeout——atall。 Yes。Herewasthebar——thebarthattheboldestneverenteredwithoutspecialinvitation——thesanctuary,themystery,thehallowedground:hereitwas,crammedwithmen,clubs,sticks,torches,pistols;filledwithadeafeningnoise,oaths,shouts,screams,hootings;changedallatonceintoabear-garden,amadhouse,aninfernaltemple:mendartinginandout,bydoorandwindow,smashingtheglass,turningthetaps,drinkingliquoroutofChinapunchbowls,sittingastrideofcasks,smokingprivateandpersonalpipes,cuttingdownthesacredgroveoflemons,hackingandhewingatthecelebratedcheese,breakingopeninviolabledrawers,puttingthingsintheirpocketswhichdidn’tbelongtothem,dividinghisownmoneybeforehisowneyes,wantonlywasting,breaking,pullingdownandtearingup:nothingquiet,nothingprivate:meneverywhere——above,below,overhead,inthebedrooms,inthekitchen,intheyard,inthestables——clamberinginatwindowswhenthereweredoorswideopen;droppingoutofwindowswhenthestairswerehandy;leapingoverthebannistersintochasmsofpassages:newfacesandfigurespresentingthemselveseveryinstant——someyelling,somesinging,somefighting,somebreakingglassandcrockery,somelayingthedustwiththeliquortheycouldn’tdrink,someringingthebellstilltheypulledthemdown,othersbeatingthemwithpokerstilltheybeatthemintofragments: moremenstill——more,more,more——swarmingonlikeinsects:noise,smoke,light,darkness,frolic,anger,laughter,groans,plunder,fear,andruin! NearlyallthetimewhileJohnlookedonatthisbewilderingscene,Hughkeptnearhim;andthoughhewastheloudest,wildest,mostdestructivevillainthere,hesavedhisoldmaster’sbonesascoreoftimes。Nay,evenwhenMrTappertit,excitedbyliquor,cameup,andinassertionofhisprerogativepolitelykickedJohnWilletontheshins,Hughbadehimreturnthecompliment;andifoldJohnhadhadsufficientpresenceofmindtounderstandthiswhispereddirection,andtoprofitbyit,hemightnodoubt,underHugh’sprotection,havedonesowithimpunity。 Atlengththebandbegantoreassembleoutsidethehouse,andtocalltothosewithin,tojointhem,fortheywerelosingtime。 Thesemurmursincreasing,andattainingahighpitch,Hugh,andsomeofthosewhoyetlingeredinthebar,andwhoplainlyweretheleadersofthetroop,tookcounseltogether,apart,astowhatwastobedonewithJohn,tokeephimquietuntiltheirChigwellworkwasover。Someproposedtosetthehouseonfireandleavehiminit;others,thatheshouldbereducedtoastateoftemporaryinsensibility,byknockingonthehead;others,thatheshouldbesworntositwherehewasuntilto-morrowatthesamehour;othersagain,thatheshouldbegaggedandtakenoffwiththem,underasufficientguard。Allthesepropositionsbeingoverruled,itwasconcluded,atlast,tobindhiminhischair,andthewordwaspassedforDennis。 ’Look’eehere,Jack!’saidHugh,stridinguptohim:’Wearegoingtotieyou,handandfoot,butotherwiseyouwon’tbehurt。D’yehear?’ JohnWilletlookedatanotherman,asifhedidn’tknowwhichwasthespeaker,andmutteredsomethingaboutanordinaryeverySundayattwoo’clock。 ’Youwon’tbehurtItellyou,Jack——doyouhearme?’roaredHugh,impressingtheassuranceuponhimbymeansofaheavyblowontheback。’He’ssodeadscared,he’swoolgathering,Ithink。Givehimadropofsomethingtodrinkhere。Handover,oneofyou。’ Aglassofliquorbeingpassedforward,HughpouredthecontentsdownoldJohn’sthroat。MrWilletfeeblysmackedhislips,thrusthishandintohispocket,andinquiredwhatwastopay;adding,ashelookedvacantlyround,thathebelievedtherewasatrifleofbrokenglass—— ’He’soutofhissensesforthetime,it’smybelief,’saidHugh,aftershakinghim,withoutanyvisibleeffectuponhissystem,untilhiskeysrattledinhispocket。’Where’sthatDennis?’ Thewordwasagainpassed,andpresentlyMrDennis,withalongcordboundabouthismiddle,somethingafterthemannerofafriar,camehurryingin,attendedbyabody-guardofhalf-a-dozenofhismen。 ’Come!Bealivehere!’criedHugh,stampinghisfootupontheground。’Makehaste!’ Dennis,withawinkandanod,unwoundthecordfromabouthisperson,andraisinghiseyestotheceiling,lookedalloverit,androundthewallsandcornice,withacuriouseye;thenshookhishead。 ’Move,man,can’tyou!’criedHugh,withanotherimpatientstampofhisfoot。’Arewetowaithere,tillthecryhasgonefortenmilesround,andourwork’sinterrupted?’ ’It’sallveryfinetalking,brother,’answeredDennis,steppingtowardshim;’butunless——’andherehewhisperedinhisear—— ’unlesswedoitoverthedoor,itcan’tbedoneatallinthishereroom。’ ’Whatcan’t?’Hughdemanded。 ’Whatcan’t!’retortedDennis。’Why,theoldmancan’t。’ ’Why,youweren’tgoingtohanghim!’criedHugh。 ’No,brother?’returnedthehangmanwithastare。’Whatelse?’ Hughmadenoanswer,butsnatchingtheropefromhiscompanion’shand,proceededtobindoldJohnhimself;buthisveryfirstmovewassobunglingandunskilful,thatMrDennisentreated,almostwithtearsinhiseyes,thathemightbepermittedtoperformtheduty。Hughconsenting,beachieveditinatwinkling。 ’There,’hesaid,lookingmournfullyatJohnWillet,whodisplayednomoreemotioninhisbondsthanhehadshownoutofthem。 ’That’swhatIcallprettyandworkmanlike。He’squiteapicternow。But,brother,justawordwithyou——nowthathe’sreadytrussed,asonemaysay,wouldn’titbebetterforallpartiesifwewastoworkhimoff?Itwouldreaduncommonwellinthenewspapers,itwouldindeed。Thepublicwouldthinkagreatdealmoreonus!’ Hugh,inferringwhathiscompanionmeant,ratherfromhisgesturesthanhistechnicalmodeofexpressinghimself(towhich,ashewasignorantofhiscalling,hewantedtheclue),rejectedthispropositionforthesecondtime,andgavetheword’Forward!’whichwasechoedbyahundredvoicesfromwithout。 ’TotheWarren!’shoutedDennisasheranout,followedbytherest。’Awitness’shouse,mylads!’ Aloudyellfollowed,andthewholethronghurriedoff,madforpillageanddestruction。Hughlingeredbehindforafewmomentstostimulatehimselfwithmoredrink,andtosetallthetapsrunning,afewofwhichhadaccidentallybeenspared;then,glancingroundthedespoiledandplunderedroom,throughwhoseshatteredwindowtheriotershadthrusttheMaypoleitself,——foreventhathadbeensawndown,——lightedatorch,clappedthemuteandmotionlessJohnWilletontheback,andwavinghislightabovehishead,andutteringafierceshout,hastenedafterhiscompanions。 Chapter55 JohnWillet,leftaloneinhisdismantledbar,continuedtositstaringabouthim;awakeastohiseyes,certainly,butwithallhispowersofreasonandreflectioninasoundanddreamlesssleep。Helookedroundupontheroomwhichhadbeenforyears,andwaswithinanhourago,theprideofhisheart;andnotamuscleofhisfacewasmoved。Thenight,without,lookedblackandcoldthroughthedrearygapsinthecasement;thepreciousliquids,nownearlyleakedaway,drippedwithahollowsounduponthefloor; theMaypolepeeredruefullyinthroughthebrokenwindow,likethebowspritofawreckedship;thegroundmighthavebeenthebottomofthesea,itwassostrewnwithpreciousfragments。Currentsofairrushedin,astheolddoorsjarredandcreakedupontheirhinges;thecandlesflickeredandguttereddown,andmadelongwinding-sheets;thecheerydeep-redcurtainsflappedandflutteredidlyinthewind;eventhestoutDutchkegs,overthrownandlyingemptyindarkcorners,seemedthemerehusksofgoodfellowswhosejollityhaddeparted,andwhocouldkindlewithafriendlyglownomore。Johnsawthisdesolation,andyetsawitnot。Hewasperfectlycontentedtositthere,staringatit,andfeltnomoreindignationordiscomfortinhisbondsthaniftheyhadbeenrobesofhonour。Sofarashewaspersonallyconcerned,oldTimelaysnoring,andtheworldstoodstill。 Saveforthedrippingfromthebarrels,therustlingofsuchlightfragmentsofdestructionasthewindaffected,andthedullcreakingoftheopendoors,allwasprofoundlyquiet:indeed,thesesounds,likethetickingofthedeath-watchinthenight,onlymadethesilencetheyinvadeddeeperandmoreapparent。Butquietornoisy,itwasallonetoJohn。Ifatrainofheavyartillerycouldhavecomeupandcommencedballpracticeoutsidethewindow,itwouldhavebeenallthesametohim。Hewasalongwaybeyondsurprise。Aghostcouldn’thaveovertakenhim。 Byandbyheheardafootstep——ahurried,andyetcautiousfootstep——comingontowardsthehouse。Itstopped,advancedagain,thenseemedtogoquiteroundit。Havingdonethat,itcamebeneaththewindow,andaheadlookedin。 Itwasstronglyrelievedagainstthedarknessoutsidebytheglareofthegutteringcandles。Apale,worn,witheredface;theeyes—— butthatwasowingtoitsgauntcondition——unnaturallylargeandbright;thehair,agrizzledblack。Itgaveasearchingglanceallroundtheroom,andadeepvoicesaid: ’Areyoualoneinthishouse?’ Johnmadenosign,thoughthequestionwasrepeatedtwice,andhehearditdistinctly。Afteramoment’spause,themangotinatthewindow。Johnwasnotatallsurprisedatthis,either。Therehadbeensomuchgettinginandoutofwindowinthecourseofthelasthourorso,thathehadquiteforgottenthedoor,andseemedtohavelivedamongsuchexercisesfrominfancy。 Themanworealarge,dark,fadedcloak,andaslouchedhat;hewalkedupclosetoJohn,andlookedathim。Johnreturnedthecomplimentwithinterest。 ’Howlonghaveyoubeensittingthus?’saidtheman。 Johnconsidered,butnothingcameofit。 ’Whichwayhavethepartygone?’ Somewanderingspeculationsrelativetothefashionofthestranger’sboots,gotintoMrWillet’smindbysomeaccidentorother,buttheygotoutagaininahurry,andlefthiminhisformerstate。 ’Youwoulddowelltospeak,’saidtheman;’youmaykeepawholeskin,thoughyouhavenothingelseleftthatcanbehurt。Whichwayhavethepartygone?’ ’That!’saidJohn,findinghisvoiceallatonce,andnoddingwithperfectgoodfaith——hecouldn’tpoint;hewassotightlybound——inexactlytheoppositedirectiontotherightone。 ’Youlie!’saidthemanangrily,andwithathreateninggesture。 ’Icamethatway。Youwouldbetrayme。’ ItwassoevidentthatJohn’simperturbabilitywasnotassumed,butwastheresultofthelateproceedingsunderhisroof,thatthemanstayedhishandintheveryactofstrikinghim,andturnedaway。 Johnlookedafterhimwithoutsomuchasatwitchinasinglenerveofhisface。Heseizedaglass,andholdingitunderoneofthelittlecasksuntilafewdropswerecollected,drankthemgreedilyoff;thenthrowingitdownuponthefloorimpatiently,hetookthevesselinhishandsanddraineditintohisthroat。Somescrapsofbreadandmeatwerescatteredabout,andonthesehefellnext; eatingthemwithvoracity,andpausingeverynowandthentolistenforsomefanciednoiseoutside。Whenhehadrefreshedhimselfinthismannerwithviolenthaste,andraisedanotherbarreltohislips,hepulledhishatuponhisbrowasthoughhewereabouttoleavethehouse,andturnedtoJohn。 ’Whereareyourservants?’ MrWilletindistinctlyrememberedtohaveheardtherioterscallingtothemtothrowthekeyoftheroominwhichtheywere,outofwindow,fortheirkeeping。Hethereforereplied,’Lockedup。’ ’Wellforthemiftheyremainquiet,andwellforyouifyoudothelike,’saidtheman。’Nowshowmethewaythepartywent。’ ThistimeMrWilletindicateditcorrectly。Themanwashurryingtothedoor,whensuddenlytherecametowardsthemonthewind,theloudandrapidtollingofanalarm-bell,andthenabrightandvividglarestreamedup,whichillumined,notonlythewholechamber,butallthecountry。 Itwasnotthesuddenchangefromdarknesstothisdreadfullight,itwasnotthesoundofdistantshrieksandshoutsoftriumph,itwasnotthisdreadinvasionoftheserenityandpeaceofnight,thatdrovethemanbackasthoughathunderbolthadstruckhim。ItwastheBell。Iftheghastliestshapethehumanmindhaseverpicturedinitswildestdreamshadrisenupbeforehim,hecouldnothavestaggeredbackwardfromitstouch,ashedidfromthefirstsoundofthatloudironvoice。Witheyesthatstartedfromhishead,hislimbsconvulsed,hisfacemosthorribletosee,heraisedonearmhighupintotheair,andholdingsomethingvisionarybackanddown,withhisotherhand,droveatitasthoughheheldaknifeandstabbedittotheheart。Heclutchedhishair,andstoppedhisears,andtravelledmadlyroundandround;thengaveafrightfulcry,andwithitrushedaway:still,still,theBelltolledonandseemedtofollowhim——louderandlouder,hotterandhotteryet。Theglaregrewbrighter,theroarofvoicesdeeper;thecrashofheavybodiesfalling,shooktheair;brightstreamsofsparksroseupintothesky;butlouderthanthemall—— risingfasterfar,toHeaven——amilliontimesmorefierceandfurious——pouringforthdreadfulsecretsafteritslongsilence—— speakingthelanguageofthedead——theBell——theBell! Whathuntofspectrescouldsurpassthatdreadpursuitandflight! Hadtherebeenalegionofthemonhistrack,hecouldhavebetterborneit。Theywouldhavehadabeginningandanend,buthereallspacewasfull。Theonepursuingvoicewaseverywhere:itsoundedintheearth,theair;shookthelonggrass,andhowledamongthetremblingtrees。Theechoescaughtitup,theowlshootedasitflewuponthebreeze,thenightingalewassilentandhidherselfamongthethickestboughs:itseemedtogoadandurgetheangryfire,andlashitintomadness;everythingwassteepedinoneprevailingred;theglowwaseverywhere;naturewasdrenchedinblood:stilltheremorselesscryingofthatawfulvoice——theBell,theBell! Itceased;butnotinhisears。Theknellwasathisheart。Noworkofmanhadevervoicelikethatwhichsoundedthere,andwarnedhimthatitcriedunceasinglytoHeaven。Whocouldhearthathell,andnotknowwhatitsaid!Therewasmurderinitseverynote——cruel,relentless,savagemurder——themurderofaconfidingman,byonewhoheldhiseverytrust。Itsringingsummonedphantomsfromtheirgraves。Whatfacewasthat,inwhichafriendlysmilechangedtoalookofhalfincreduloushorror,whichstiffenedforamomentintooneofpain,thenchangedagainintoanimploringglanceatHeaven,andsofellidlydownwithupturnedeyes,likethedeadstags’hehadoftenpeepedatwhenalittlechild:shrinkingandshuddering——therewasadreadfulthingtothinkofnow!——andclingingtoanapronashelooked!Hesankupontheground,andgrovellingdownasifhewoulddighimselfaplacetohidein,coveredhisfaceandears:butno,no,no,——ahundredwallsandroofsofbrasswouldnotshutoutthatbell,forinitspokethewrathfulvoiceofGod,andfromthatvoice,thewholewideuniversecouldnotaffordarefuge! Whileherushedupanddown,notknowingwheretoturn,andwhilehelaycrouchingthere,theworkwentbrisklyonindeed。WhentheylefttheMaypole,theriotersformedintoasolidbody,andadvancedataquickpacetowardstheWarren。Rumouroftheirapproachhavinggonebefore,theyfoundthegarden-doorsfastclosed,thewindowsmadesecure,andthehouseprofoundlydark:notalightbeingvisibleinanyportionofthebuilding。Aftersomefruitlessringingatthebells,andbeatingattheirongates,theydrewoffafewpacestoreconnoitre,andconferuponthecourseitwouldbebesttotake。 Verylittleconferencewasneeded,whenallwerebentupononedesperatepurpose,infuriatedwithliquor,andflushedwithsuccessfulriot。Thewordbeinggiventosurroundthehouse,someclimbedthegates,ordroppedintotheshallowtrenchandscaledthegardenwall,whileotherspulleddownthesolidironfence,andwhiletheymadeabreachtoenterby,madedeadlyweaponsofthebars。Thehousebeingcompletelyencircled,asmallnumberofmenweredespatchedtobreakopenatool-shedinthegarden;andduringtheirabsenceonthiserrand,theremaindercontentedthemselveswithknockingviolentlyatthedoors,andcallingtothosewithin,tocomedownandopenthemonperiloftheirlives。 Noanswerbeingreturnedtothisrepeatedsummons,andthedetachmentwhohadbeensentaway,comingbackwithanaccessionofpickaxes,spades,andhoes,they,——togetherwiththosewhohadsucharmsalready,orcarried(asmanydid)axes,poles,andcrowbars,—— struggledintotheforemostrank,readytobesetthedoorsandwindows。Theyhadnotatthistimemorethanadozenlightedtorchesamongthem;butwhenthesepreparationswerecompleted,flaminglinksweredistributedandpassedfromhandtohandwithsuchrapidity,that,inaminute’stime,atleasttwo-thirdsofthewholeroaringmassbore,eachmaninhishand,ablazingbrand。 Whirlingtheseabouttheirheadstheyraisedaloudshout,andfelltoworkuponthedoorsandwindows。 Amidsttheclatteringofheavyblows,therattlingofbrokenglass,thecriesandexecrationsofthemob,andallthedinandturmoilofthescene,Hughandhisfriendskepttogetherattheturret-doorwhereMrHaredalehadlastadmittedhimandoldJohnWillet;andspenttheirunitedforceonthat。Itwasastrongoldoakendoor,guardedbygoodboltsandaheavybar,butitsoonwentcrashinginuponthenarrowstairsbehind,andmade,asitwere,aplatformtofacilitatetheirtearingupintotheroomsabove。Almostatthesamemoment,adozenotherpointswereforced,andateveryonethecrowdpouredinlikewater。 Afewarmedservant-menwerepostedinthehall,andwhentheriotersforcedanentrancethere,theyfiredsomehalf-a-dozenshots。Butthesetakingnoeffect,andtheconcoursecomingonlikeanarmyofdevils,theyonlythoughtofconsultingtheirownsafety,andretreated,echoingtheirassailants’cries,andhopingintheconfusiontobetakenforriotersthemselves;inwhichstratagemtheysucceeded,withtheexceptionofoneoldmanwhowasneverheardofagain,andwassaidtohavehadhisbrainsbeatenoutwithanironbar(oneofhisfellowsreportedthathehadseentheoldmanfall),andtohavebeenafterwardsburntintheflames。 Thebesiegersbeingnowincompletepossessionofthehouse,spreadthemselvesoveritfromgarrettocellar,andpliedtheirdemonlaboursfiercely。Whilesomesmallpartieskindledbonfiresunderneaththewindows,othersbrokeupthefurnitureandcastthefragmentsdowntofeedtheflamesbelow;wheretheaperturesinthewall(windowsnolonger)werelargeenough,theythrewouttables,chestsofdrawers,beds,mirrors,pictures,andflungthemwholeintothefire;whileeveryfreshadditiontotheblazingmasseswasreceivedwithshouts,andhowls,andyells,whichaddednewanddismalterrorstotheconflagration。Thosewhohadaxesandhadspenttheirfuryonthemovables,choppedandtoredownthedoorsandwindowframes,brokeuptheflooring,hewedawaytherafters,andburiedmenwholingeredintheupperrooms,inheapsofruins。Somesearchedthedrawers,thechests,theboxes,writing-desks,andclosets,forjewels,plate,andmoney;whileothers,lessmindfulofgainandmoremadfordestruction,casttheirwholecontentsintothecourtyardwithoutexamination,andcalledtothosebelow,toheapthemontheblaze。Menwhohadbeenintothecellars,andhadstavedthecasks,rushedtoandfrostarkmad,settingfiretoalltheysaw——oftentothedressesoftheirownfriends——andkindlingthebuildinginsomanypartsthatsomehadnotimeforescape,andwereseen,withdroopinghandsandblackenedfaces,hangingsenselessonthewindow-sillstowhichtheyhadcrawled,untiltheyweresuckedanddrawnintotheburninggulf。Themorethefirecrackledandraged,thewilderandmorecruelthemengrew;asthoughmovinginthatelementtheybecamefiends,andchangedtheirearthlynatureforthequalitiesthatgivedelightinhell。 Theburningpile,revealingroomsandpassagesredhot,throughgapsmadeinthecrumblingwalls;thetributaryfiresthatlickedtheouterbricksandstones,withtheirlongforkedtongues,andranuptomeettheglowingmasswithin;theshiningoftheflamesuponthevillainswholookedonandfedthem;theroaringoftheangryblaze,sobrightandhighthatitseemedinitsrapacitytohaveswalloweduptheverysmoke;thelivingflakesthewindborerapidlyawayandhurriedonwith,likeastormoffierysnow;thenoiselessbreakingofgreatbeamsofwood,whichfelllikefeathersontheheapofashes,andcrumbledintheveryacttosparksandpowder;theluridtingethatoverspreadthesky,andthedarkness,verydeepbycontrast,whichprevailedaround;theexposuretothecoarse,commongaze,ofeverylittlenookwhichusagesofhomehadmadeasacredplace,andthedestructionbyrudehandsofeverylittlehouseholdfavouritewhicholdassociationsmadeadearandpreciousthing:allthistakingplace——notamongpityinglooksandfriendlymurmursofcompassion,butbrutalshoutsandexultations,whichseemedtomaketheveryratswhostoodbytheoldhousetoolong,creatureswithsomeclaimuponthepityandregardofthoseitsroofhadsheltered:——combinedtoformascenenevertobeforgottenbythosewhosawitandwerenotactorsinthework,solongaslifeendured。 Andwhowerethey?Thealarm-bellrang——anditwaspulledbynofaintorhesitatinghands——foralongtime;butnotasoulwasseen。Someoftheinsurgentssaidthatwhenitceased,theyheardtheshrieksofwomen,andsawsomegarmentsflutteringintheair,asapartyofmenboreawaynounresistingburdens。Noonecouldsaythatthiswastrueorfalse,insuchanuproar;butwherewasHugh?Whoamongthemhadseenhim,sincetheforcingofthedoors? Thecryspreadthroughthebody。WherewasHugh! ’Here!’hehoarselycried,appearingfromthedarkness;outofbreath,andblackenedwiththesmoke。’Wehavedoneallwecan; thefireisburningitselfout;andeventhecornerswhereithasn’tspread,arenothingbutheapsofruins。Disperse,mylads,whilethecoast’sclear;getbackbydifferentways;andmeetasusual!’Withthat,hedisappearedagain,——contrarytohiswont,forhewasalwaysfirsttoadvance,andlasttogoaway,——leavingthemtofollowhomewardsastheywould。 Itwasnotaneasytasktodrawoffsuchathrong。IfBedlamgateshadbeenflungwideopen,therewouldnothaveissuedforthsuchmaniacsasthefrenzyofthatnighthadmade。Therewerementhere,whodancedandtrampledonthebedsofflowersasthoughtheytroddownhumanenemies,andwrenchedthemfromthestalks,likesavageswhotwistedhumannecks。Thereweremenwhocasttheirlightedtorchesintheair,andsufferedthemtofallupontheirheadsandfaces,blisteringtheskinwithdeepunseemlyburns。Thereweremenwhorusheduptothefire,andpaddledinitwiththeirhandsasifinwater;andotherswhowererestrainedbyforcefromplungingin,togratifytheirdeadlylonging。Ontheskullofonedrunkenlad——nottwenty,byhislooks——wholayuponthegroundwithabottletohismouth,theleadfromtheroofcamestreamingdowninashowerofliquidfire,whitehot;meltinghisheadlikewax。Whenthescatteredpartieswerecollected,men—— livingyet,butsingedaswithhotirons——werepluckedoutofthecellars,andcarriedoffupontheshouldersofothers,whostrovetowakethemastheywentalong,withribaldjokes,andleftthem,dead,inthepassagesofhospitals。Butofallthehowlingthrongnotonelearntmercyfrom,orsickenedat,thesesights;norwasthefierce,besotted,senselessrageofonemanglutted。 Slowly,andinsmallclusters,withhoarsehurrahsandrepetitionsoftheirusualcry,theassemblydroppedaway。Thelastfewred- eyedstragglersreeledafterthosewhohadgonebefore;thedistantnoiseofmencallingtoeachother,andwhistlingforotherswhomtheymissed,grewfainterandfainter;atlengtheventhesesoundsdiedaway,andsilencereignedalone。 Silenceindeed!Theglareoftheflameshadsunkintoafitful,flashinglight;andthegentlestars,invisibletillnow,lookeddownupontheblackeningheap。Adullsmokehungupontheruin,asthoughtohideitfromthoseeyesofHeaven;andthewindforboretomoveit。Barewalls,roofopentothesky——chambers,wherethebeloveddeadhad,manyandmanyafairday,risentonewlifeandenergy;wheresomanydearoneshadbeensadandmerry;whichwereconnectedwithsomanythoughtsandhopes,regretsandchanges——allgone。Nothingleftbutadullanddrearyblank——asmoulderingheapofdustandashes——thesilenceandsolitudeofutterdesolation。 Chapter56 TheMaypolecronies,littledrearningofthechangesosoontocomeupontheirfavouritehaunt,struckthroughtheForestpathupontheirwaytoLondon;andavoidingthemainroad,whichwashotanddusty,kepttotheby-pathsandthefields。Astheydrewnearertotheirdestination,theybegantomakeinquiriesofthepeoplewhomtheypassed,concerningtheriots,andthetruthorfalsehoodofthestoriestheyhadheard。TheanswerswentfarbeyondanyintelligencethathadspreadtoquietChigwell。OnemantoldthemthatthatafternoontheGuards,conveyingtoNewgatesomerioterswhohadbeenre-examined,hadbeensetuponbythemobandcompelledtoretreat;another,thatthehousesoftwowitnessesnearClareMarketwereabouttobepulleddownwhenhecameaway; another,thatSirGeorgeSaville’shouseinLeicesterFieldswastobeburnedthatnight,andthatitwouldgohardwithSirGeorgeifhefellintothepeople’shands,asitwashewhohadbroughtintheCatholicbill。Allaccountsagreedthatthemobwereout,instrongernumbersandmorenumerouspartiesthanhadyetappeared; thatthestreetswereunsafe;thatnoman’shouseorlifewasworthanhour’spurchase;thatthepublicconsternationwasincreasingeverymoment;andthatmanyfamilieshadalreadyfledthecity。 Onefellowwhoworethepopularcolour,damnedthemfornothavingcockadesintheirhats,andbadethemsetagoodwatchto-morrownightupontheirprisondoors,forthelockswouldhaveastraining;anotheraskediftheywerefire-proof,thattheywalkedabroadwithoutthedistinguishingmarkofallgoodandtruemen;——andathirdwhorodeonhorseback,andwasquitealone,orderedthemtothroweachmanashilling,inhishat,towardsthesupportoftherioters。Althoughtheywereafraidtorefusecompliancewiththisdemand,andweremuchalarmedbythesereports,theyagreed,havingcomesofar,togoforward,andseetherealstateofthingswiththeirowneyes。Sotheypushedonquicker,asmendowhoareexcitedbyportentousnews;andruminatingonwhattheyhadheard,spokelittletoeachother。 Itwasnownight,andastheycamenearertothecitytheyhaddismalconfirmationofthisintelligenceinthreegreatfires,allclosetogether,whichburntfiercelyandweregloomilyreflectedinthesky。Arrivingintheimmediatesuburbs,theyfoundthatalmosteveryhousehadchalkeduponitsdoorinlargecharacters’NoPopery,’thattheshopswereshut,andthatalarmandanxietyweredepictedineveryfacetheypassed。 Notingthesethingswithadegreeofapprehensionwhichneitherofthethreecaredtoimpart,initsfullextent,tohiscompanions,theycametoaturnpike-gate,whichwasshut。Theywerepassingthroughtheturnstileonthepath,whenahorsemanrodeupfromLondonatahardgallop,andcalledtothetoll-keeperinavoiceofgreatagitation,toopenquicklyinthenameofGod。 Theadjurationwassoearnestandvehement,thattheman,withalanterninhishand,camerunningout——toll-keeperthoughhewas—— andwasabouttothrowthegateopen,whenhappeningtolookbehindhim,heexclaimed,’GoodHeaven,what’sthat!Anotherfire!’ Atthis,thethreeturnedtheirheads,andsawinthedistance—— straightinthedirectionwhencetheyhadcome——abroadsheetofflame,castingathreateninglightupontheclouds,whichglimmeredasthoughtheconflagrationwerebehindthem,andshowedlikeawrathfulsunset。 ’Mymindmisgivesme,’saidthehorseman,’orIknowfromwhatfarbuildingthoseflamescome。Don’tstandaghast,mygoodfellow。 Openthegate!’ ’Sir,’criedtheman,layinghishanduponhishorse’sbridleashelethimthrough:’Iknowyounow,sir;beadvisedbyme;donotgoon。Isawthempass,andknowwhatkindofmentheyare。Youwillbemurdered。’ ’Sobeit!’saidthehorseman,lookingintentlytowardsthefire,andnotathimwhospoke。 ’Butsir——sir,’criedtheman,graspingathisreinmoretightlyyet,’ifyoudogoon,weartheblueriband。Here,sir,’headded,takingonefromhisownhat,’it’snecessity,notchoice,thatmakesmewearit;it’sloveoflifeandhome,sir。Wearitforthisonenight,sir;onlyforthisonenight。’ ’Do!’criedthethreefriends,pressingroundhishorse。’MrHaredale——worthysir——goodgentleman——praybepersuaded。’ ’Who’sthat?’criedMrHaredale,stoopingdowntolook。’DidI hearDaisy’svoice?’ ’Youdid,sir,’criedthelittleman。’Dobepersuaded,sir。Thisgentlemansaysverytrue。Yourlifemayhanguponit。’ ’Areyou,’saidMrHaredaleabruptly,’afraidtocomewithme?’ ’I,sir?——N-n-no。’ ’Putthatribandinyourhat。Ifwemeettherioters,swearthatI tookyouprisonerforwearingit。Iwilltellthemsowithmyownlips;forasIhopeformercywhenIdie,Iwilltakenoquarterfromthem,norshalltheyhavequarterfromme,ifwecomehandtohandto-night。Uphere——behindme——quick!Claspmetightroundthebody,andfearnothing。’ Inaninstanttheywereridingaway,atfullgallop,inadensecloudofdust,andspeedingon,likehuntersinadream。 Itwaswellthegoodhorseknewtheroadhetraversed,forneveronce——no,neveronceinallthejourney——didMrHaredalecasthiseyesupontheground,orturnthem,foraninstant,fromthelighttowardswhichtheyspedsomadly。Oncehesaidinalowvoice,’Itismyhouse,’butthatwastheonlytimehespoke。Whentheycametodarkanddoubtfulplaces,heneverforgottoputhishanduponthelittlemantoholdhimmoresecurelyinhisseat,buthekepthisheaderectandhiseyesfixedonthefire,then,andalways。 Theroadwasdangerousenough,fortheywentthenearestway—— headlong——farfromthehighway——bylonelylanesandpaths,wherewaggon-wheelshadworndeepruts;wherehedgeandditchhemmedinthenarrowstripofground;andtalltrees,archingoverhead,madeitprofoundlydark。Buton,on,on,withneitherstopnorstumble,tilltheyreachedtheMaypoledoor,andcouldplainlyseethatthefirebegantofade,asifforwantoffuel。 ’Down——foronemoment——forbutonemoment,’saidMrHaredale,helpingDaisytotheground,andfollowinghimself。’Willet—— Willet——wherearemynieceandservants——Willet!’ Cryingtohimdistractedly,herushedintothebar——Thelandlordboundandfastenedtohischair;theplacedismantled,stripped,andpulledabouthisears;——nobodycouldhavetakenshelterhere。 Hewasastrongman,accustomedtorestrainhimself,andsuppresshisstrongemotions;butthispreparationforwhatwastofollow—— thoughhehadseenthatfireburning,andknewthathishousemustberazedtotheground——wasmorethanhecouldbear。Hecoveredhisfacewithhishandsforamoment,andturnedawayhishead。 ’Johnny,Johnny,’saidSolomon——andthesimple-heartedfellowcriedoutright,andwrunghishands——’OhdearoldJohnny,here’sachange!ThattheMaypolebarshouldcometothis,andweshouldlivetoseeit!TheoldWarrentoo,Johnny——MrHaredale——oh,Johnny,whatapiteoussightthisis!’ PointingtoMrHaredaleashesaidthesewords,littleSolomonDaisyputhiselbowsonthebackofMrWillet’schair,andfairlyblubberedonhisshoulder。 WhileSolomonwasspeaking,oldJohnsat,muteasastock-fish,staringathimwithanunearthlyglare,anddisplaying,byeverypossiblesymptom,entireandcompleteunconsciousness。ButwhenSolomonwassilentagain,Johnfollowed,withhisgreatroundeyes,thedirectionofhislooks,anddidappeartohavesomedawningdistantnotionthatsomebodyhadcometoseehim。 ’Youknowus,don’tyou,Johnny?’saidthelittleclerk,rappinghimselfonthebreast。’Daisy,youknow——ChigwellChurch——bell- ringer——littledeskonSundays——eh,Johnny?’ MrWilletreflectedforafewmoments,andthenmuttered,asitweremechanically:’Letussingtothepraiseandgloryof——’ ’Yes,tobesure,’criedthelittleman,hastily;’that’sit—— that’sme,Johnny。You’reallrightnow,an’tyou?Sayyou’reallright,Johnny。’ ’Allright?’ponderedMrWillet,asifthatwereamatterentirelybetweenhimselfandhisconscience。’Allright?Ah!’ ’Theyhaven’tbeenmisusingyouwithsticks,orpokers,oranyotherbluntinstruments——havethey,Johnny?’askedSolomon,withaveryanxiousglanceatMrWillet’shead。’Theydidn’tbeatyou,didthey?’ Johnknittedhisbrow;lookeddownwards,asifhewerementallyengagedinsomearithmeticalcalculation;thenupwards,asifthetotalwouldnotcomeathiscall;thenatSolomonDaisy,fromhiseyebrowtohisshoe-buckle;thenveryslowlyroundthebar。Andthenagreat,round,leaden-looking,andnotatalltransparenttear,camerollingoutofeacheye,andhesaid,asheshookhishead: ’Ifthey’donlyhadthegoodnesstomurderme,I’dhavethanked’emkindly。’ ’No,no,no,don’tsaythat,Johnny,’whimperedhislittlefriend。 ’It’svery,verybad,butnotquitesobadasthat。No,no!’ ’Look’eehere,sir!’criedJohn,turninghisruefuleyesonMrHaredale,whohaddroppedononeknee,andwashastilybeginningtountiehisbonds。’Look’eehere,sir!TheveryMaypole——theolddumbMaypole——staresinatthewinder,asifitsaid,“JohnWillet,JohnWillet,let’sgoandpitchourselvesinthenighestpoolofwaterasisdeepenoughtoholdus;forourdayisover!“’ ’Don’t,Johnny,don’t,’criedhisfriend:nolessaffectedwiththismournfuleffortofMrWillet’simagination,thanbythesepulchraltoneinwhichhehadspokenoftheMaypole。’Pleasedon’t,Johnny!’ ’Yourlossisgreat,andyourmisfortuneaheavyone,’saidMrHaredale,lookingrestlesslytowardsthedoor:’andthisisnotatimetocomfortyou。Ifitwere,Iaminnoconditiontodoso。 BeforeIleaveyou,tellmeonething,andtrytotellmeplainly,Iimploreyou。Haveyouseen,orheardofEmma?’ ’No!’saidMrWillet。 ’Noranyonebutthesebloodhounds?’ ’No!’ ’Theyrodeaway,ItrustinHeaven,beforethesedreadfulscenesbegan,’saidMrHaredale,who,betweenhisagitation,hiseagernesstomounthishorseagain,andthedexteritywithwhichthecordsweretied,hadscarcelyyetundoneoneknot。’Aknife,Daisy!’ ’Youdidn’t,’saidJohn,lookingabout,asthoughhehadlosthispocket-handkerchief,orsomesuchslightarticle——’eitherofyougentlemen——seea——acoffinanywheres,didyou?’ ’Willet!’criedMrHaredale。Solomondroppedtheknife,andinstantlybecominglimpfromheadtofoot,exclaimed’Goodgracious!’ ’——Because,’saidJohn,notatallregardingthem,’adeadmancalledalittletimeago,onhiswayyonder。Icouldhavetoldyouwhatnamewasontheplate,ifhehadbroughthiscoffinwithhim,andleftitbehind。Ifhedidn’t,itdon’tsignify。’ Hislandlord,whohadlistenedtothesewordswithbreathlessattention,startedthatmomenttohisfeet;and,withoutaword,drewSolomonDaisytothedoor,mountedhishorse,tookhimupbehindagain,andflewratherthangallopedtowardsthepileofruins,whichthatday’ssunhadshoneupon,astatelyhouse。MrWilletstaredafterthem,listened,lookeddownuponhimselftomakequitesurethathewasstillunbound,and,withoutanymanifestationofimpatience,disappointment,orsurprise,gentlyrelapsedintotheconditionfromwhichhehadsoimperfectlyrecovered。 MrHaredaletiedhishorsetothetrunkofatree,andgraspinghiscompanion’sarm,stolesoftlyalongthefootpath,andintowhathadbeenthegardenofhishouse。Hestoppedforaninstanttolookuponitssmokingwalls,andatthestarsthatshonethroughroofandfloorupontheheapofcrumblingashes。Solomonglancedtimidlyinhisface,buthislipsweretightlypressedtogether,aresoluteandsternexpressionsatuponhisbrow,andnotatear,alook,orgestureindicatinggrief,escapedhim。 Hedrewhissword;feltforamomentinhisbreast,asthoughhecarriedotherarmsabouthim;thengraspingSolomonbythewristagain,wentwithacautiousstepallroundthehouse。Helookedintoeverydoorwayandgapinthewall;retracedhisstepsateveryrustlingoftheairamongtheleaves;andsearchedineveryshadowednookwithoutstretchedhands。Thustheymadethecircuitofthebuilding:buttheyreturnedtothespotfromwhichtheyhadsetout,withoutencounteringanyhumanbeing,orfindingtheleasttraceofanyconcealedstraggler。 Afterashortpause,MrHaredaleshoutedtwiceorthrice。Thencriedaloud,’Isthereanyoneinhidinghere,whoknowsmyvoice! Thereisnothingtofearnow。Ifanyofmypeoplearenear,I entreatthemtoanswer!’Hecalledthemallbyname;hisvoicewasechoedinmanymournfultones;thenallwassilentasbefore。 Theywerestandingnearthefootoftheturret,wherethealarm- bellhung。Thefirehadragedthere,andthefloorshadbeensawn,andhewn,andbeatendown,besides。Itwasopentothenight;butapartofthestaircasestillremained,windingupwardfromagreatmoundofdustandcinders。Fragmentsofthejaggedandbrokenstepsofferedaninsecureandgiddyfootinghereandthere,andthenwerelostagain,behindprotrudinganglesofthewall,orinthedeepshadowscastuponitbyotherportionsoftheruin;forbythistimethemoonhadrisen,andshonebrightly。 Astheystoodhere,listeningtotheechoesastheydiedaway,andhopinginvaintohearavoicetheyknew,someoftheashesinthisturretslippedandrolleddown。Startledbytheleastnoiseinthatmelancholyplace,Solomonlookedupinhiscompanion’sface,andsawthathehadturnedtowardsthespot,andthathewatchedandlistenedkeenly。 Hecoveredthelittleman’smouthwithhishand,andlookedagain。 Instantly,withkindlingeyes,hebadehimonhislifekeepstill,andneitherspeaknormove。Thenholdinghisbreath,andstoopingdown,hestoleintotheturret,withhisdrawnswordinhishand,anddisappeared。 Terrifiedtobelefttherebyhimself,undersuchdesolatecircumstances,andafterallhehadseenandheardthatnight,Solomonwouldhavefollowed,buttherehadbeensomethinginMrHaredale’smannerandhislook,therecollectionofwhichheldhimspellbound。Hestoodrootedtothespot;andscarcelyventuringtobreathe,lookedupwithmingledfearandwonder。 Againtheashesslippedandrolled——very,verysoftly——again——andthenagain,asthoughtheycrumbledunderneaththetreadofastealthyfoot。Andnowafigurewasdimlyvisible;climbingverysoftly;andoftenstoppingtolookdown;nowitpursueditsdifficultway;andnowitwashiddenfromtheviewagain。 Itemergedoncemore,intotheshadowyanduncertainlight——highernow,butnotmuch,forthewaywassteepandtoilsome,anditsprogressveryslow。Whatphantomofthebraindidhepursue;andwhydidhelookdownsoconstantly?Heknewhewasalone。Surelyhismindwasnotaffectedbythatnight’slossandagony。Hewasnotabouttothrowhimselfheadlongfromthesummitofthetotteringwall。Solomonturnedsick,andclaspedhishands。Hislimbstrembledbeneathhim,andacoldsweatbrokeoutuponhispallidface。 IfhecompliedwithMrHaredale’slastinjunctionnow,itwasbecausehehadnotthepowertospeakormove。Hestrainedhisgaze,andfixeditonapatchofmoonlight,intowhich,ifhecontinuedtoascend,hemustsoonemerge。Whenheappearedthere,hewouldtrytocalltohim。 Againtheashesslippedandcrumbled;somestonesrolleddown,andfellwithadull,heavysounduponthegroundbelow。Hekepthiseyesuponthepieceofmoonlight。Thefigurewascomingon,foritsshadowwasalreadythrownuponthewall。Nowitappeared——andnowlookedroundathim——andnow—— Thehorror-strickenclerkutteredascreamthatpiercedtheair,andcried,’Theghost!Theghost!’ Longbeforetheechoofhiscryhaddiedaway,anotherformrushedoutintothelight,flungitselfupontheforemostone,kneltdownuponitsbreast,andclutcheditsthroatwithbothhands。 ’Villain!’criedMrHaredale,inaterriblevoice——foritwashe。 ’Deadandburied,asallmensupposedthroughyourinfernalarts,butreservedbyHeavenforthis——atlast——atlastIhaveyou。You,whosehandsareredwithmybrother’sblood,andthatofhisfaithfulservant,shedtoconcealyourownatrociousguilt——You,Rudge,doublemurdererandmonster,IarrestyouinthenameofGod,whohasdeliveredyouintomyhands。No。Thoughyouhadthestrengthoftwentymen,’headded,asthemurdererwrithedandstruggled,youcouldnotescapemeorloosenmygraspto-night!’ Chapter57 Barnaby,armedaswehaveseen,continuedtopaceupanddownbeforethestable-door;gladtobealoneagain,andheartilyrejoicingintheunaccustomedsilenceandtranquillity。Afterthewhirlofnoiseandriotinwhichthelasttwodayshadbeenpassed,thepleasuresofsolitudeandpeacewereenhancedathousandfold。 Hefeltquitehappy;andasheleaneduponhisstaffandmused,abrightsmileoverspreadhisface,andnonebutcheerfulvisionsfloatedintohisbrain。 Hadhenothoughtsofher,whosesoledelighthewas,andwhomhehadunconsciouslyplungedinsuchbittersorrowandsuchdeepaffliction?Oh,yes。Shewasattheheartofallhischeerfulhopesandproudreflections。Itwasshewhomallthishonouranddistinctionweretogladden;thejoyandprofitwereforher。Whatdelightitgavehertohearofthebraveryofherpoorboy!Ah! Hewouldhaveknownthat,withoutHugh’stellinghim。Andwhatapreciousthingitwastoknowshelivedsohappily,andheardwithsomuchpride(hepicturedtohimselfherlookwhentheytoldher) thathewasinsuchhighesteem:boldamongtheboldest,andtrustedbeforethemall!Andwhenthesefrayswereover,andthegoodlordhadconqueredhisenemies,andtheywereallatpeaceagain,andheandshewererich,whathappinesstheywouldhaveintalkingofthesetroubledtimeswhenhewasagreatsoldier:andwhentheysatalonetogetherinthetranquiltwilight,andshehadnolongerreasontobeanxiousforthemorrow,whatpleasurewouldhehaveinthereflectionthatthiswashisdoing——his——poorfoolishBarnaby’s;andinpattingheronthecheek,andsayingwithamerrylaugh,’AmIsillynow,mother——amIsillynow?’ Withalighterheartandstep,andeyesthebrighterforthehappytearthatdimmedthemforamoment,Barnabyresumedhiswalk;andsinginggailytohimself,keptguarduponhisquietpost。 HiscomradeGrip,thepartnerofhiswatch,thoughfondofbaskinginthesunshine,preferredto-daytowalkaboutthestable;havingagreatdealtodointhewayofscatteringthestraw,hidingunderitsuchsmallarticlesashadbeencasuallyleftabout,andhauntingHugh’sbed,towhichheseemedtohavetakenaparticularattachment。SometimesBarnabylookedinandcalledhim,andthenhecamehoppingout;buthemerelydidthisasaconcessiontohismaster’sweakness,andsoonreturnedagaintohisowngravepursuits:peeringintothestrawwithhisbill,andrapidlycoveringuptheplace,asif,Midas-like,hewerewhisperingsecretstotheearthandburyingthem;constantlybusyinghimselfuponthesly;andaffecting,wheneverBarnabycamepast,tolookupinthecloudsandhavenothingwhateveronhismind:inshort,conductinghimself,inmanyrespects,inamorethanusuallythoughtful,deep,andmysteriousmanner。 Asthedaycrepton,Barnaby,whohadnodirectionsforbiddinghimtoeatanddrinkuponhispost,buthadbeen,onthecontrary,suppliedwithabottleofbeerandabasketofprovisions,determinedtobreakhisfast,whichhehadnotdonesincemorning。 Tothisend,hesatdownonthegroundbeforethedoor,andputtinghisstaffacrosshiskneesincaseofalarmorsurprise,summonedGriptodinner。 Thiscall,thebirdobeyedwithgreatalacrity;crying,ashesidleduptohismaster,’I’madevil,I’maPolly,I’makettle,I’maProtestant,NoPopery!’Havinglearntthislattersentimentfromthegentryamongwhomhehadlivedoflate,hedelivereditwithuncommonemphasis。 ’Wellsaid,Grip!’criedhismaster,ashefedhimwiththedaintiestbits。’Wellsaid,oldboy!’ ’Neversaydie,bowwowwow,keepupyourspirits,GripGripGrip,Holloa!We’llallhavetea,I’maProtestantkettle,NoPopery!’ criedtheraven。 ’Gordonforever,Grip!’criedBarnaby。