第40章

类别:其他 作者:Anne Bronte字数:5407更新时间:18/12/22 09:13:11
Hethenentirelychangedthesubjectofdiscourse,andexertingallhispowerstoentertainourlittlecircle,conversedondifferenttopicswithmorethanhisusualbrillianceandfluency,addressinghimself,sometimes,exclusivelytome,sometimestothewholetrioofladies。Annabellacheerfullyboreherpartintheconversation;butIwassickatheart,——especiallywhenloudburstsoflaughterandincoherentsongs,pealingthroughthetripledoorsofhallandante-room,startledmyearandpiercedmyachingtemples;——andMilicentpartlysharedmyfeelings;sothat,tous,theeveningappearedaverylongone,inspiteofHargrave’sapparentlygood-naturedexertionstogiveitacontraryeffect。 Atlast,theycame;butnottillafterten,whentea,whichhadbeendelayedformorethanhalfanhour,wasnearlyover。MuchasIhadlongedfortheircoming,myheartfailedmeattheriotousuproaroftheirapproach;andMilicentturnedpaleandalmoststartedfromherseatasMr。Hattersleyburstintotheroomwithaclamorousvolleyofoathsinhismouth,whichHargraveendeavouredtocheckbyentreatinghimtoremembertheladies。 `Ah!youdowelltoremindmeoftheladies,youdastardlydeserter,’ criedhe,shakinghisformidablefistathisbrother-in-law;`ifitwerenotforthem,youwellknow,I’ddemolishyouinthetwinklingofaneye,andgiveyourbodytothefowlsofHeavenandtheliliesofthefield!” Then,plantingachairbyLadyLowborough’sside,hestationedhimselfinit,andbegantotalktoher,withamixtureofabsurdityandrascallyimpudencethatseemedrathertoamusethantooffendher;thoughsheaffectedtoresenthisinsolence,andtokeephimatbaywithsalliesofsmartandspiritedrepartee。 Meantime,Mr。Grimsbyseatedhimselfbyme,inthechairvacatedbyHargraveastheyentered,andgravelystatedthathewouldthankmeforacupoftea:andArthurplacedhimselfbesidepoorMilicent,confidentiallypushinghisheadintoherface,anddrawinginclosertoherassheshrunkawayfromhim。HewasnotsonoisyasHattersley,buthisfacewasexceedinglyflushed,helaughedincessantly,andwhileIblushedforallIsawandheardofhim,Iwasgladthathechosetotalktohiscompanioninsolowatonethatnoonecouldhearwhathesaidbutherself。Itmusthavebeenintolerablenonsenseatbest,forshelookedexcessivelyannoyed,andfirstwentredintheface,thenindignantlypushedbackherchair,andfinallytookrefugebehindmeonthesofa。Arthur’ssoleintentionseemedtohavebeentoproducesomesuchdisagreeableeffects:helaughedimmoderatelyonfindinghehaddrivenheraway——drawinginhischairtothetable,heleanthisfoldedarmsuponit,anddeliveredhimselfuptoaparoxysmofweak,low,foolishlaughter。WhenhewastiredofthisexerciseheliftedhisheadandcalledaloudtoHattersley,andthereensuedaclamorouscontestbetweenthemaboutIknownotwhat。 `Whatfoolstheyare!’drawledMr。Grimsby,whohadbeentalkingaway,atmyelbow,withsententiousgravityallthetime;butIhadbeentoomuchabsorbedincontemplatingthedeplorablestateoftheothertwo——speciallyArthur——toattendtohim。 `Didyoueverhearsuchnonsenseastheytalk,Mrs。Huntingdon?’ hecontinued。`I’mquiteashamedofthemformypart:theycan’ttakesomuchasabottlebetweenthemwithoutitsgettingintotheirheads——’ `Youarepouringthecreamintoyoursaucer,Mr。Grimsby。’ `Ah!yes,Isee,butwe’realmostindarknesshere。Hargrave,snuffthosecandles,willyou?’ `They’rewax;theydon’trequiresnuffing,’saidI。 `“Thelightofthebodyistheeye。”’observedHargrave,withasarcasticsmile。`“Ifthineeyebesinglethywholebodyshallbefulloflight。”’ Grimsbyrepulsedhimwithasolemnwaveofthehand,andthen,turningtome,continued,withthesamedrawlingtones,andstrangeuncertaintyofutteranceandheavygravityofaspectasbefore,`ButasIwassaying,Mrs。Huntingdon,——theyhavenoheadatall:theycan’ttakehalfabottlewithoutbeingaffectedsomeway;whereasI——well,I’vetakenthreetimesasmuchastheyhaveto-night,andyouseeI’mperfectlysteady。Nowthatmaystrikeyouasverysingular,butIthinkIcanexplainit:——youseetheirbrains——Imentionnonames,butyou’llunderstandtowhomIallude——theirbrainsarelighttobeginwith,andthefumesofthefermentedliquorrenderthemlighterstill,andproduceanentirelight-headedness,orgiddiness,resultinginintoxication;whereasmybrainsbeingcomposedofmoresolidmaterialswillabsorbaconsiderablequantityofthisalcoholicvapourwithouttheproductionofanysensibleresult——’ `Ithinkyouwillfindasensibleresultproducedonthattea,’ interruptedMr。Hargrave,`bythequantityofsugaryouhaveputintoit。 Insteadofyourusualcomplementofonelumpyouhaveputinsix。’ `HaveIso?’repliedthephilosopher,divingwithhisspoonintothecupandbringingupseveralhalf-dissolvedpiecesinconfirmationoftheassertion。`Um!Iperceive。Thus,Madam,youseetheevilofabsenceofmind——ofthinkingtoomuchwhileengagedinthecommonconcernsoflife。 NowifIhadmywitsaboutme,likeordinarymen,insteadofwithinmelikeaphilosopher,Ishouldnothavespoiledthiscupoftea,andbeenconstrainedtotroubleyouforanother——Withyourpermission,I’llturnthisintotheslop-basin。’ `Thatisthesugar-basin,Mr。Grimsby。Nowyouhavespoiledthesugartoo;andI’llthankyoutoringforsomemore——forhereisLordLowborough,atlast;andIhopehislordshipwillcondescendtositdownwithus,suchasweare,andallowmetogivehimsometea。 Hislordshipgravelybowedinanswertomyappeal,butsaidnothing。 Meantime,Hargravevolunteeredtoringforthesugar,whileGrimsbylamentedhismistake,andattemptedtoprovethatitwasowingtotheshadowoftheurnandthebadnessofthelights。 LordLowboroughhadenteredaminuteortwobefore,unobservedbyanyonebutme,andbeenstandingbeforethedoor,grimlysurveyingthecompany。HenowsteppeduptoAnnabella,whosatwithherbacktowardshim,withHattersleystillbesideher,thoughnotnowattendingtoher,beingoccupiedinvociferouslyabusingandbullyinghishost。 `Well,Annabella,’saidherhusband,asheleantoverthebackofherchair,`whichofthesethree“bold,manlyspirits“wouldyouhavemetoresemble?’ `ByHeavenandearth,youshallresembleusall!’criedHattersley,startingupandrudelyseizinghimbythearm。`HalloHuntingdon!’heshouted—— `I’vegothim!Come,man,andhelpme!Andd——nmebodyandsoulifIdon’tmakehimblinddrunkbeforeIlethimgo!HeshallmakeupforallpastdelinquenciesassureasI’malivingsoul!’ Therefollowedadisgracefulcontest;LordLowborough,indesperateearnest,andpalewithanger,silentlystrugglingtoreleasehimselffromthepowerfulmadmanthatwasstrivingtodraghimfromtheroom。IattemptedtourgeArthurtointerfereinbehalfofhisoutragedguest,buthecoulddonothingbutlaugh。 `Huntingdon,youfool,comeandhelpme,can’tyou!’criedHattersley,himselfsomewhatweakenedbyhisexcesses。 `I’mwishingyouGod-speed,Hattersley,’criedArthur,`andaidingyouwithmyprayers:Ican’tdoanythingelseifmylifedependedonit! I’mquiteusedup。Oh,ho!’andleaningbackinhisseat,heclappedhishandsonhissidesandgroanedaloud。 `Annabella,givemeacandle!’saidLowboroughwhoseantagonisthadnowgothimroundthewaistandwasendeavouringtoroothimfromthedoor-posttowhichhemadlyclungwithalltheenergyofdesperation。 `Ishalltakenopartinyourrudesports!’repliedthelady,coldlydrawingback,`Iwonderyoucanexpectit。’ ButIsnatchedupacandleandbroughtittohim。HetookitandheldtheflametoHattersley’shandstill,roaringlikeawildbeast,thelatterunclaspedthemandlethimgo。Hevanished,Isupposetohisownapartment,fornothingmorewasseenofhimtillthemorning。Swearingandcursinglikeamaniac,Hattersleythrewhimselfontotheottomanbesidethewindow。Thedoorbeingnowfree,Milicentattemptedtomakeherescapefromthesceneofherhusband’sdisgrace;buthecalledherback,andinsisteduponhercomingtohim。 `WhatdoyouwantRalph?’murmuredshe,reluctantlyapproachinghim。 `Iwanttoknowwhat’sthematterwithyou,’saidhe,pullingherontohiskneelikeachild。`WhatareyoucryingforMilicent?——Tellme!’ `I’mnotcrying。’ `Youare,’persistedhe,rudelypullingherhandsfromherface。 `Howdareyoutellsuchalie?’ `I’mnotcryingnow,’pleadedshe。 `Butyouhavebeen——andjustthisminutetoo;andIwillknowwhatfor。Comenow,youshalltellme!’ `DoletmealoneRalph!rememberwearenotathome。’ `Nomatter:youshallanswermyquestion!’exclaimedhertormentor;andheattemptedtoextorttheconfessionbyshakingherandremorselesslycrushingherslightarmsinthegripeofhispowerfulfingers。 `Don’tlethimtreatyoursisterinthatway,’saidItoMr。Hargrave。 `Comenow,Hattersley,Ican’tallowthat,’saidthatgentleman,steppinguptotheill-assortedcouple。`Youletmysisteralone,ifyouplease。’Andhemadeanefforttounclasptheruffian’sfingersfromherarm,butwassuddenlydrivenbackwardandnearlylaiduponthefloorbyaviolentblowinthechestaccompaniedwiththeadmonition,`Takethatforyourinsolence!——andlearnnottointerferebetweenmeandmineagain。’ `Ifyouwerenotbeastlydrunk,I’dhavesatisfactionforthat!’ gaspedHargrave,whiteandbreathlessasmuchfrompassionasfromtheimmediateeffectsoftheblow。 `Gotothedevil!’respondedhisbrother-in-law。`NowMilicent,tellmewhatyouwerecryingfor。’ `I’lltellyousomeothertime,’murmuredshe,`whenwearealone。’ `Tellmenow!’saidhewithanothershakeandasqueezethatmadeherdrawinherbreathandbiteherliptosuppressacryofpain。 `I’lltellyou,Mr。Hattersley,’saidI。`Shewascryingfrompureshameandhumiliationforyou;becauseshecouldnotbeartoseeyouconductyourselfsodisgracefully。’ `Confoundyou,Madam!’mutteredhe,withastareofstupidamazementatmy`impudence。’`Itwasnotthat——wasitMilicent?’ Shewassilent。 `Come,speakupchild!’ `Ican’ttellnow,’sobbedshe。 `Butyoucansay“yes“or“no“aswellas“Ican’ttell——come!’ `Yes,’shewhispered,hangingherheadandblushingattheawfulacknowledgement。 `Curseyouforanimpertinenthuzzythen!’criedhe,throwingherfromhimwithsuchviolencethatshefellonherside;butshewasupagainbeforeeitherIorherbrothercouldcometoherassistance,andmadethebestofherwayoutoftheroomand,Isuppose,upstairs,withoutlossoftime。 ThenextobjectofassaultwasArthur,whosatopposite,andhadnodoubtrichlyenjoyedthewholescene。 `NowHuntingdon,’exclaimedhisirasciblefriend,`IWILLNOT haveyousittingthereandlaughinglikeanidiot!’ `Oh,Hattersley!’criedhe,wipinghisswimmingeyes——`you’llbethedeathofme。’ `YesIwill,butnotasyousuppose:I’llhavetheheartoutofyourbody,man,ifyouirritatemewithanymoreofthatimbecilelaughter! What!areyouatityet?——There!seeifthat’llsettleyou!’criedHattersley,snatchingupafootstoolandhurlingitattheheadofhishost;buthemissedhisaimandthelatterstillsatcollapsedandquakingwithfeeblelaughter,withthetearsrunningdownhisface;adeplorablespectacleindeed。Hattersleytriedcursingandswearing,butitwouldnotdo;hethentookanumberofbooksfromthetablebesidehimandthrewthem,onebyone,attheobjectofhiswrath,butArthuronlylaughedthemore;and,finally,Hattersleyrusheduponhiminaphrensy,and,seizinghimbytheshoulders,gavehimaviolentshaking,underwhichhelaughedandshriekedalarmingly。ButIsawnomore:IthoughtIhadwitnessedenoughofmyhusband’sdegradation;and,leavingAnnabellaandtheresttofollowwhentheypleased,Iwithdrew——butnottobed。DismissingRacheltoherrest,Iwalkedupanddownmyroom,inanagonyofmisery,forwhathadbeendone,andsuspense,notknowingwhatmightfurtherhappenorhoworwhenthatunhappycreaturewouldcomeuptobed。 Atlasthecame,slowlyandstumblingly,ascendingthestairs,supportedbyGrimsbyandHattersley,whoneitherofthemwalkedquitesteadilythemselves,butwerebothlaughingandjokingathim,andmakingnoiseenoughforalltheservantstohear。Hehimselfwasnolongerlaughingnow,butsickandstupid——Iwillwritenomoreaboutthat。