第17章

类别:其他 作者:Anne Bronte字数:5281更新时间:18/12/22 09:13:11
hehadonlyreceivedacutabovethetemple,andperhapsafewbruisesfromthefall,orthehoofsofhisownpony:thatcouldnotkillhimifhelaytherehalftheday;and,ifhecouldnothelphimself,surelysomeonewouldbecomingby:itwouldbeimpossiblethatawholedayshouldpassandnoonetraversetheroadbutourselves。Asforwhathemightchoosetosayhereafter,Iwouldtakemychanceaboutit:ifhetoldlies,Iwouldcontradicthim;ifhetoldthetruth,IwouldbearitasIbestcould。 Iwasnotobligedtoenterintoexplanations,furtherthanIthoughtproper。Perhapshemightchoosetobesilentonthesubject,forfearofraisingenquiriesastothecauseofthequarrel,anddrawingthepublicattentiontohisconnectionwithMrsGraham,which,whetherforhersakeorhisown,heseemedsoverydesiroustoconceal。 Thusreasoning,Itrottedawaytothetown,whereIdulytransactedmybusiness,andperformedvariouslittlecommissionsformymotherandRose,withverylaudableexactitude,consIderingthedifferentcircumstancesofthecase。Inreturninghome,IwastroubledwithsundrymisgivingsabouttheunfortunateLawrence。Thequestion,whatifIshouldfindhimlying,stillonthedampearth,fairlydyingofcoldandexhaustion——oralreadystarkandchill?thrustitselfmostunpleasantlyuponmymind,andtheappallingpossibilitypictureditselfwithpainfulvividnesstomyimaginationasIapproachedthespotwhereIhadlefthim。Butno;thankHeaven,bothmanandhorseweregone,andnothingwaslefttowitnessagainstmebuttwoobjects——unpleasantenoughinthemselves,tobesure,andpresentingaveryugly,nottosaymurderous,appearance——inoneplace,thehatsaturatedwithrainandcoatedwithmud,indentedandbrokenabovethebrimbythatvillainouswhip-handle;inanother,thecrimsonhandkerchief,soakinginadeeplytincturedpoolofwater——formuchrainhadfallenintheinterim。 Badnewsflyfast:itwashardlyfouro’clockwhenIgothome,butmymothergravelyaccostedmewith—— `Oh,Gilbert!——Suchanaccident!Rosehasbeenshoppinginthevillage,andshe’sheardthatMrLawrencehasbeenthrownfromhishorseandbroughthomedying!’ Thisshockedmeatrifle,asyoumaysuppose;butIwascomfortedtohearthathehadfrightfullyfracturedhisskullandbrokenaleg;for,assuredofthefalsehoodofthis,Itrustedtherestofthestorywasequallyexaggerated;andwhenIheardmymotherandsistersofeelinglydeploringhiscondition,Ihadconsiderabledifficultyinpreventingmyselffromtellingthemtherealextentoftheinjuries,asfarasIknewthem。 `Youmustgoandseehimto-morrow,’saidmymother。 `Orto-day,’suggestedRose:`there’splentyoftime;andyoucanhavethepony,ifyourhorseistired。Won’tyou,Gilbert——assoonasyou’vehadsomethingtoeat?’ `No,no——Howcanwetellthatitisn’tallafalsereport?It’shighlyim——’ `Oh,I’msureitisn’t;forthevillageisallaliveaboutit; andIsawtwopeoplethathadseenothersthathadseenthemanthatfoundhim。Thatsoundsfarfetched;butitisn’tso,whenyouthinkofit。’ `Well,butLawrenceisagoodrider;itisnotlikelyhewouldfallfromhishorseatall;andifhedid,itishighlyimprobableheshouldbreakhisbonesinthatway。Itmustbeagrossexaggerationatleast。’ `No,butthehorsekickedhim——orsomething。’ `What,hisquietlittlepony?’ `Howdoyouknowitwasthat?’ `Heseldomridesanyother。’ `Atanyrate,’saidmymother,`youwillcallto-morrow。Whetheritbetrueorfalse,exaggeratedorotherwise,weshallliketoknowhowheis。’ `Fergusmaygo。 `Whynotyou?’ `Hehasmoretime:Iambusyjustnow。’ `Oh!butGilbert,howcanyoubesocomposedaboutit?Youwon’tmindbusiness,foranhourortwo,inacaseofthissort——whenyourfriendisatthepointofdeath!’ `Heisnot,Itellyou!’ `Foranythingyouknow,hemaybe:youcan’ttelltillyouhaveseenhim——Atallevents,hemusthavemetwithsometerribleaccident,andyououghttoseehim:he’lltakeitvery~dofyouifyoudon’t。’ `Confoundit!Ican’t。HeandIhavenotbeenongoodterms,oflate。’ `Oh,mydearboy!Surely,surely,youarenotsounforgivingastocarryyourlittledifferencestosuchalengthas——’ `Littledifferences,indeed!’Imuttered。 `Well,butonlyremembertheoccasion!Thinkhow-’ `Well,well,don’tbothermenow——I’llseeaboutit,’Ireplied。 AndmyseeingaboutitwastosendFergusnextmorning,withmymother’scompliments,tomaketherequisiteenquiries;for,ofcourse,mygoingwasoutofthequestion——orsendingamessage,either。HebroughtbackintelligencethattheyoungsquirewaslaidupwiththecomplicatedevilsofabrokenheadandCertaincontusions(occasionedbyafall——ofwhichhedidnottroublehimselftorelatetheparticulars——andthesubsequentmisconductofhishorse),andaseverecold,theconsequenceoflyingonthewetgroundintherain;buttherewerenobrokenbones,andnoimmediateprospectsofdissolution。 Itwasevidentthen,that,forMrsGraham’ssake,itwasnothisintentiontocriminateme。 TheTenantofWildfellHall:Chapter15CHAPTER15AnEncounterandItsConsequencesTHATdaywasrainylikeitspredecessor;buttowardseveningitbegantoclearupalittle,andthenextmorningwasfairandpromising。Iwasoutonthehillwiththereapers。Alightwindsweptoverthecorn;andallnaturelaughedinthesunshine。Thelarkwasrejoicingamongthesilveryfloatingclouds。Thelaterainhadsosweetlyfreshenedandclearedtheair,andwashedthesky,andleftsuchglitteringgemsonbranchandblade,thatnoteventhefarmerscouldhavethehearttoblameit。Butnorayofsunshinecouldreachmyheart,nobreezecouldfreshenit;nothingcouldfillthevoidmyfaith,andhope,andjoyinHelenGramhadleft,ordriveawaythekeenregrets,andbitterdregsoflingeringlovethatstilloppressedit。 WhileIstood,withfoldedarms,abstractedlygazingontheundulatingswellofthecornnotyetdisturbedbythereapers,somethinggentlypulledmyskirts,andasmallvoice,nolongerwelcometomyears,arousedmewiththestartlingwords:—— `MrMarkham,mammawantsyou。’ `Wantsme,Arthur?’ `Yes。Whydoyoulooksoqueer?’saidhe,halflaughing,halffrightenedattheunexpectedaspectofmyfaceinsuddenlyturningtowardshim——`andwhyhaveyoukeptsolongaway?——Come!——Won’tyoucome?’ `I’mbusyjustnow,’Ireplied,scarceknowingwhattoanswer。 Helookedupinchildishbewilderment;butbeforeIcouldspeakagain,theladyherselfwasatmyside。 `Gilbert,Imustspeakwithyou!’saidshe,inatoneofsubpressedvehemence。 Ilookedatherpalecheekandglitteringeye,butanswerednothing。 `Onlyforamoment,’pleadedshe。`Juststepasideintothisotherfield,’——sheglancedatthereapers,someofwhomweredirectinglooksofimpertinentcuriositytowardsher——`Iwon’tkeepyouaminute。’ Iaccompaniedherthroughthegap。 `Arthur,darling,runandgatherthosebluebells,’saidshe,pointingtosomethatweregleaming,atsomedistance,underthehedgealongwhichwewalked。Thechildhesitated,asifunwillingtoquitmyside`Golove!’ repeatedshe,moreurgently,andinatone,which,thoughnotunkind,demandedpromptobedience,andobtainedit。 `Well,MrsGraham?’saidI,calmlyandcoldly;for,thoughIsawshewasmiserable,andpitiedher,Ifeltgladtohaveitinmypowertotormenther。 Shefixedhereyesuponmewithalookthatpiercedmetotheheart;——andyetitmademesmile。 `Idon’taskthereasonofthischange,Gilbert,’saidshe,withbittercalmness——`Iknowittoowell;butthoughIcouldseemyselfsuspectedandcondemnedbyeveryoneelse,andbearitwithcalmness,Icannotendureitfromyou——WhydidyounotcometohearmyexplanationonthedayIappointedtogiveit?’ `BecauseIhappened,intheinterim,tolearnallyouwouldhavetoldme,——andatriflemore,Iimagine。’ `Impossible,forIwouldhavetoldyouall!’criedshe,passionately——`ButIwon’tnow,forIseeyouarenotworthyofit!’ Andherpalelipsquiveredwithagitation。 `Whynot,mayIask?’ Sherepelledmymockingsmilewithaglanceofscornfulindignation。 `Becauseyouneverunderstoodme,oryouwouldnotsoonhavelistenedtomytraducers——myconfidencewouldbemisplacedinyou——youarenotthemanIthoughtyou——Go!Iwon’tcarewhatyouthinkofme!’ Sheturnedaway,andIwent;forIthoughtthatwouldtormentherasmuchasanything;andIbelieveIwasright;for,lookingbackaminuteafter,Isawherturnhalfround,asifhopingoreggtofindmestillbesideher;andthenshestoodstill,andcastonelookbehind。Itwasalooklessexpressiveofangerthanofbitteranguishanddespair; butIimmediatelyassumedanaspectofindifference,andaffectedtobegazingcarelesslyroundme,andIsupposeshewenton;forafterlingeringawhiletoseeifshewouldcomebackorcall,Iventuredonemoreglance,andsawheragoodwayoff,movingrapidlyupthefieldwithlittleArthurrunningbyhersideandapparentlytalkingashewent;butshekeptherfaceavertedfromhim,asiftohidesomeuncontrollableemotion。AndI returnedtomybusiness。 ButIsoonbegantoregretmyprecipitancyinleavinghersosoonItwasevidentshelovedme——probablyshewastiredofMrLawrence,andwishedtoexchangehimforme;andifIhadlovedandreverencedherlesstobeginwith,thepreferencemighthavegratifiedandamusedme;butnow,thecontrastbetweenherout+wardseemingandherinwardmind,asIsupposed,——betweenmyformerandmypresentopinionofher,wassoharrowing——sodistressingtomyfeelings,thatitswallowedupeverylighterconsideration。 ButstillIwascurioustoknowwhatsortofanexplanationshewouldhavegivenme,——orwouldgivenow,ifIpressedhemforit——howmuchshewouldconfess,andhowshewouldendeavourtoexcuseherself。Ilongedtoknowwhattodespise,andwhattoadmireinher,howmuchtopity,andhowmuchtohate;——and,whatwasmore,Iwouldknow。Iwouldseeheroncemore,andfairlysatisfymyselfinwhatlighttoregardher,beforeweparted。Losttomeshewas,forever,ofcourse;butstillIcouldnotbeartothinkthatwehadparted,forthelasttime,withsomuchunkindnessandmiseryonbothsides。Thatlastlookofhenhadsunkintomyheart; Icouldnotforgetit——ButwhatafoolIwas!——Hadshenotdeceivedme,injuredme——blightedmyhappinessforlife?——`Well,I’llseeher,however,’ wasmyconcludingresolve,——`butnotto-day:to-dayandto-night,shemaythinkuponhersins,andbeasmiserableasshewill:tomorrow,Iwillseeheronceagain,andknowsomethingmoreabouther。Theinterviewmaybeserviceabletoher,oritmaynot——Atanyrate,itwillgiveabreathofexcitementtothelifeshehasdoomedtostagnation,andmaywithcertaintysomeagitatingthoughts。’ Ididgoonthemorrow;butnottilltowardsevening,afterthebusinessofthedaywasconcluded,thatisbetweensixandseven;andthewesteringsunwasgleamingredlyontheoldhall,andflaminginthelatticedwindows,asIreachedit,impartingtotheplaceachessnotitsown。I neednotdilateuponthefeelingswithwhichIapproachedtheshrineofmyformerdivinity——thatspotteemingwithathousanddelightfulrecollectionsandgloriousdreams——alldarkenednow,byonedisastroustruth。 Racheladmittedmeintotheparlour,andwenttocallhermistress,forshewasnotthere;buttherewasherdeskleftopenonthelittleroundtablebesidethehigh-backedchair,withabooklaiduponit。Herlimitedbutchoicecollectionofbookswasalmostasfamiliartomeasmyown; butthisvolumeIhadnotseenbefore。Itookitup。ItwasSirHumphreyDavy’s`LastdaysofaPhilosopher,’andonthefirstleafwaswritten,——`FrederickLawrence。’Iclosedthebook,butkeptitinmyhand,andstoodfacingthedoor,withmybacktothefireplace,calmlywaitingherarrival;forIdidnotdoubtshewouldcome。AndsoonIheardherstepinthehall。 Myheartwasbergtothrob,butIcheckeditwithaninternalrebuke,andmaintainedmycomposure——outwardly,atleast,Sheentered,calm,pale,collected。 `TowhatamIindebtedforthisfavour,MrMarkham?’saidshe,withsuchseverebutquietdignityasalmostdisconcertedme;butIansweredwithasmile,andimpudentlyenough: