第29章

类别:其他 作者:Thomas Hardy字数:4829更新时间:18/12/22 08:57:59
Suchanticipatedglimpsesofhernowandthenrealizedthemselvesintheevent。Rencountersofnotmorethanaminute’sduration,frequentlyrepeated,willbuildupmutualinterest,evenanintimacy,inalonelyplace。Theirsgrewasimperceptiblyasthetree-twigsbudded。Thereneverwasaparticularmomentatwhichitcouldbesaidtheybecamefriends;yetadelicateunderstandingnowexistedbetweentwowhointhewinterhadbeenstrangers。 Springweathercameonrathersuddenly,theunsealingofbudsthathadlongbeenswollenaccomplishingitselfinthespaceofonewarmnight。Therushofsapintheveinsofthetreescouldalmostbeheard。TheflowersoflateApriltookupapositionunseen,andlookedasiftheyhadbeenbloomingalongwhile,thoughtherehadbeennotraceofthemthedaybeforeyesterday; birdsbegannottomindgettingwet。In-doorpeoplesaidtheyhadheardthenightingale,towhichout-doorpeoplerepliedcontemptuouslythattheyhadheardhimafortnightbefore。 Theyoungdoctor’spracticebeingscarcelysolargeasaLondonsurgeon’s,hefrequentlywalkedinthewood。Indeedsuchpracticeashehadhedidnotfollowupwiththeassiduitythatwouldhavebeennecessaryfordevelopingittoexceptionalproportions。Oneday,bookinhand,hewalkedinapartofthewoodwherethetreesweremainlyoaks。Itwasacalmafternoon,andtherewaseverywherearoundthatsignofgreatundertakingsonthepartofvegetablenaturewhichisapttofillreflectivehumanbeingswhoarenotundertakingmuchthemselveswithasuddenuneasinessatthecontrast。Heheardinthedistanceacurioussound,somethinglikethequackofaduck,which,thoughitwascommonenoughhereaboutthistime,wasnotcommontohim。 LookingthroughthetreesFitzpierssoonperceivedtheoriginofthenoise。Thebarkingseasonhadjustcommenced,andwhathehadheardwasthetearoftherippingtoolasitplougheditswayalongthestickypartingbetweenthetrunkandtherind。Melburydidalargebusinessinbark,andashewasGrace’sfather,andpossiblymightbefoundonthespot,Fitzpierswasattractedtothesceneevenmorethanhemighthavebeenbyitsintrinsicinterest。WhenhegotnearerherecognizedamongtheworkmenthetwoTimothys,andRobertCreedle,whoprobablyhadbeen“lent“byWinterborne;MartySouthalsoassisted。 EachtreedoomedtothisflayingprocesswasfirstattackedbyCreedle。Withasmallbillhookhecarefullyfreedthecollarofthetreefromtwigsandpatchesofmosswhichincrustedittoaheightofafootortwoabovetheground,anoperationcomparabletothe“littletoilet“oftheexecutioner’svictim。Afterthisitwasbarkedinitserectpositiontoapointashighasamancouldreach。Ifafineproductofvegetablenaturecouldeverbesaidtolookridiculousitwasthecasenow,whentheoakstoodnaked- legged,andasifashamed,tilltheaxe-mancameandcutaringroundit,andthetwoTimothysfinishedtheworkwiththecrosscut-saw。 Assoonasithadfallenthebarkersattackeditlikelocusts,andinashorttimenotaparticleofrindwasleftonthetrunkandlargerlimbs。MartySouthwasanadeptatpeelingtheupperparts,andthereshestoodencagedamidthemassoftwigsandbudslikeagreatbird,runninghertoolintothesmallestbranches,beyondthefarthestpointstowhichtheskillandpatienceofthemenenabledthemtoproceed——brancheswhich,intheirlifetime,hadswayedhighabovethebulkofthewood,andcaughtthelatestandearliestraysofthesunandmoonwhilethelowerpartoftheforestwasstillindarkness。 “Youseemtohaveabetterinstrumentthanthey,Marty。”saidFitzpiers。 “No,sir。”shesaid,holdingupthetool——ahorse’sleg-bonefittedintoahandleandfiledtoanedge——“’tisonlythatthey’velesspatiencewiththetwigs,becausetheirtimeisworthmorethanmine。” Alittleshedhadbeenconstructedonthespot,ofthatchedhurdlesandboughs,andinfrontofitwasafire,overwhichakettlesung。Fitzpierssatdowninsidetheshelter,andwentonwithhisreading,exceptwhenhelookeduptoobservethesceneandtheactors。ThethoughtthathemightsettlehereandbecomeweldedinwiththissylvanlifebymarryingGraceMelburycrossedhismindforamoment。Whyshouldhegofartherintotheworldthanwherehewas?Thesecretofquiethappinesslayinlimitingtheideasandaspirations;thesemen’sthoughtswereconterminouswiththemarginoftheHintockwoodlands,andwhyshouldnothisbelikewiselimited——asmallpracticeamongthepeoplearoundhimbeingtheboundofhisdesires? PresentlyMartySouthdiscontinuedheroperationsuponthequiveringboughs,cameoutfromtherecliningoak,andpreparedtea。Whenitwasreadythemenwerecalled;andFitzpiersbeinginamoodtojoin,satdownwiththem。 Thelatentreasonofhislingeringheresolongrevealeditselfwhenthefaintcreakingofthejointsofavehiclebecameaudible,andoneofthemensaid,“Here’she。”TurningtheirheadstheysawMelbury’sgigapproaching,thewheelsmuffledbytheyieldingmoss。 Thetimber-merchantwasonfootleadingthehorse,lookingbackateveryfewstepstocautionhisdaughter,whokeptherseat,whereandhowtoduckherheadsoastoavoidtheoverhangingbranches。 Theystoppedatthespotwherethebark-rippinghadbeentemporarilysuspended;Melburycursorilyexaminedtheheapsofbark,anddrawingneartowheretheworkmenweresittingdown,acceptedtheirshoutedinvitationtohaveadishoftea,forwhichpurposehehitchedthehorsetoabough。(Gracedeclinedtotakeanyoftheirbeverage,andremainedinherplaceinthevehicle,lookingdreamilyatthesunlightthatcameinthinthreadsthroughthehollieswithwhichtheoakswereinterspersed。 WhenMelburysteppedupclosetotheshelter,heforthefirsttimeperceivedthatthedoctorwaspresent,andwarmlyappreciatedFitzpiers’sinvitationtositdownonthelogbesidehim。 “Blessmyheart,whowouldhavethoughtoffindingyouhere。”hesaid,obviouslymuchpleasedatthecircumstance。“Iwondernowifmydaughterknowsyouaresonighathand。Idon’texpectshedo。” HelookedouttowardsthegigwhereinGracesat,herfacestillturnedintheoppositedirection。“Shedoesn’tseeus。Well,nevermind:letherbe。” GracewasindeedquiteunconsciousofFitzpiers’spropinquity。 Shewasthinkingofsomethingwhichhadlittleconnectionwiththescenebeforeher——thinkingofherfriend,lostassoonasfound,Mrs。Charmond;ofhercapriciousconduct,andofthecontrastingscenesshewaspossiblyenjoyingatthatverymomentinotherclimes,towhichGraceherselfhadhopedtobeintroducedbyherfriend’smeans。ShewonderedifthispatronizingladywouldreturntoHintockduringthesummer,andwhethertheacquaintancewhichhadbeennippedonthelastoccasionofherresidencetherewoulddeveloponthenext。 Melburytoldancienttimber-storiesashesat,relatingthemdirectlytoFitzpiers,andobliquelytothemen,whohadheardthemoftenbefore。Marty,whopouredouttea,wasjustsaying,“I thinkI’lltakeoutacuptoMissGrace。”whentheyheardaclashingofthegig-harness,andturningroundMelburysawthatthehorsehadbecomerestless,andwasjerkingaboutthevehicleinawaywhichalarmeditsoccupant,thoughsherefrainedfromscreaming。Melburyjumpedupimmediately,butnotmorequicklythanFitzpiers;andwhileherfatherrantothehorse’sheadandspeedilybegantocontrolhim,FitzpierswasalongsidethegigassistingGracetodescend。Hersurpriseathisappearancewassogreatthat,farfrommakingacalmandindependentdescent,shewasverynearlylifteddowninhisarms。Herelinquishedherwhenshetouchedground,andhopedshewasnotfrightened。 “Ohno,notmuch。”shemanagedtosay。“Therewasnodanger—— unlesshehadrununderthetreeswheretheboughsarelowenoughtohitmyhead。” “Whichwasbynomeansanimpossibility,andjustifiesanyamountofalarm。” Hereferredtowhathethoughthesawwritteninherface,andshecouldnottellhimthatthishadlittletodowiththehorse,butmuchwithhimself。Hiscontiguityhad,infact,thesameeffectuponherasonthoseformeroccasionswhenhehadcomeclosertoherthanusual——thatofproducinginheranunaccountabletendencytotearfulness。Melburysoonputthehorsetorights,andseeingthatGracewassafe,turnedagaintothework-people。Hisdaughter’snervousdistresshadpassedoffinafewmoments,andshesaidquitegaylytoFitzpiersasshewalkedwithhimtowardsthegroup,“There’sdestinyinit,yousee。Iwasdoomedtojoininyourpicnic,althoughIdidnotintendtodoso。” Martypreparedheracomfortableplace,andshesatdowninthecircle,andlistenedtoFitzpierswhilehedrewfromherfatherandthebark-ripperssundrynarrativesoftheirfathers’,theirgrandfathers’,andtheirownadventuresinthesewoods;ofthemysterioussightstheyhadseen——onlytobeaccountedforbysupernaturalagency;ofwhitewitchesandblackwitches;andthestandardstoryofthespiritsofthetwobrotherswhohadfoughtandfallen,andhadhauntedHintockHousetilltheywereexorcisedbythepriest,andcompelledtoretreattoaswampinthisverywood,whencetheywerereturningtotheiroldquartersattherateofacock’sstrideeveryNew-year’sDay,oldstyle;hencethelocalsaying,“OnNew-year’stide,acock’sstride。” Itwasapleasanttime。Thesmokefromthelittlefireofpeeledsticksrosebetweenthesittersandthesunlight,andbehinditsblueveilstretchedthenakedarmsoftheprostratetreesThesmelloftheuncoveredsapmingledwiththesmelloftheburningwood,andthestickyinnersurfaceofthescatteredbarkglistenedasitrevealeditspalemadderhuestotheeye。MelburywassohighlysatisfiedathavingFitzpiersasasortofguestthathewouldhavesatonforanylengthoftime,butGrace,onwhomFitzpiers’seyesonlytoofrequentlyalighted,seemedtothinkitincumbentuponhertomakeashowofgoing;andherfatherthereuponaccompaniedhertothevehicle。 Asthedoctorhadhelpedheroutofitheappearedtothinkthathehadexcellentreasonsforhelpingherin,andperformedtheattentionlingeringlyenough。 “Whatwereyoualmostintearsaboutjustnow?”heasked,softly。 “Idon’tknow。”shesaid:andthewordswerestrictlytrue。 Melburymountedontheotherside,andtheydroveonoutofthegrove,theirwheelssilentlycrushingdelicate-patternedmosses,hyacinths,primroses,lords-and-ladies,andotherstrangeandordinaryplants,andcrackinguplittlesticksthatlayacrossthetrack。Theirwayhomewardranalongthecrestofaloftyhill,whenceontherighttheybeheldawidevalley,differingbothinfeatureandatmospherefromthatoftheHintockprecincts。Itwasthecidercountry,whichmetthewoodlanddistrictontheaxisofthishill。Overthevaletheairwasblueassapphire——suchablueasoutsidethatapple-valleywasneverseen。Underthebluetheorchardswereinablazeofbloom,someoftherichlyfloweredtreesrunningalmostuptowheretheydrovealong。Overagatewhichopeneddowntheinclineamanleanedonhisarms,regardingthisfairpromisesointentlythathedidnotobservetheirpassing。