pgw.adamselindistress-第15章
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〃Nonsense；〃 said Lady Caroline。 〃In a year from now you will have forgotten his name。 Don't you agree with me； Percy？〃
〃Quite；〃 said Lord Belpher。
〃I shan't。〃
〃Deuced hard things to remember； names；〃 said Lord Marshmoreton。 〃If I've tried once to remember that tobacconist girl's name； I've tried a hundred times。 I have an idea it began with an 'L。' Muriel or Hilda or something。〃
〃Within a year；〃 said Lady Caroline； 〃you will be wondering how you ever came to be so foolish。 Don't you think so； Percy？〃
〃Quite；〃 said Lord Belpher。
Lord Marshmoreton turned on him irritably。
〃Good God； boy； can't you answer a simple question with a plain affirmative？ What do you meanquite？ If somebody came to me and pointed you out and said； 'Is that your son？' do you suppose I should say 'Quite？' I wish the devil you didn't collect prayer rugs。 It's sapped your brain。〃
〃They say prison life often weakens the intellect； father；〃 said Maud。 She moved towards the door and turned the handle。 Albert； the page boy； who had been courting earache by listening at the keyhole； straightened his small body and scuttled away。 〃Well； is that all； Aunt Caroline？ May I go now？〃
〃Certainly。 I have said all I wished to say。〃
〃Very well。 I'm sorry to disobey you； but I can't help it。〃
〃You'll find you can help it after you've been cooped up here for a few more months；〃 said Percy。
A gentle smile played over Maud's face。
〃Love laughs at locksmiths；〃 she murmured softly； and passed from the room。
〃What did she say？〃 asked Lord Marshmoreton； interested。 〃Something about somebody laughing at a locksmith？ I don't understand。 Why should anyone laugh at locksmiths？ Most respectable men。 Had one up here only the day before yesterday； forcing open the drawer of my desk。 Watched him do it。 Most interesting。 He smelt rather strongly of a damned bad brand of tobacco。 Fellow must have a throat of leather to be able to smoke the stuff。 But he didn't strike me as an object of derision。 From first to last； I was never tempted to laugh once。〃
Lord Belpher wandered moodily to the window and looked out into the gathering darkness。
〃And this has to happen；〃 he said bitterly； 〃on the eve of my twenty…first birthday。〃
CHAPTER 7。
The first requisite of an invading army is a base。 George； having entered Belpher village and thus acplished the first stage in his foreward movement on the castle； selected as his base the Marshmoreton Arms。 Selected is perhaps hardly the right word； as it implies choice； and in George's case there was no choice。 There are two inns at Belpher； but the Marshmoreton Arms is the only one that offers acmodation for man and beast； assumingthat is to saythat the man and beast desire to spend the night。 The other house； the Blue Boar； is a mere beerhouse； where the lower strata of Belpher society gather of a night to quench their thirst and to tell one another interminable stories without any point whatsoever。 But the Marshmoreton Arms is a fortable； respectable hostelry； catering for the village plutocrats。 There of an evening you will find the local veterinary surgeon smoking a pipe with the grocer； the baker； and the butcher； with perhaps a sprinkling of neighbouring farmers to help the conversation along。 There is a 〃shilling ordinary〃which is rural English for a cut off the joint and a boiled potato； followed by hunks of the sort of cheese which believes that it pays to advertise； and this is usually well attended。 On the other days of the week； until late in the evening； however； the visitor to the Marshmoreton Arms has the place almost entirely to himself。
It is to be questioned whether in the whole length and breadth of the world there is a more admirable spot for a man in love to pass a day or two than the typical English village。 The Rocky Mountains； that traditional stamping…ground for the heartbroken； may be well enough in their way； but a lover has to be cast in a pretty stem mould to be able to be introspective when at any moment he may meet an annoyed cinnamon bear。 In the English village there are no such obstacles to meditation。 It bines the forts of civilization with the restfulness of solitude in a manner equalled by no other spot except the New York Public Library。 Here your lover may wander to and fro unmolested； speaking to nobody； by nobody addressed； and have the satisfaction at the end of the day of sitting down to a capitally cooked chop and chips； lubricated by golden English ale。
Belpher； in addition to all the advantages of the usual village； has a quiet charm all its own； due to the fact that it has seen better days。 In a sense； it is a ruin； and ruins are always soothing to the bruised soul。 Ten years before； Belpher had been a flourishing centre of the South of England oyster trade。 It is situated by the shore； where Hayling Island； lying athwart the mouth of the bay； forms the waters into a sort of brackish lagoon； in much the same way as Fire Island shuts off the Great South Bay of Long Island from the waves of the Atlantic。 The water of Belpher Creek is shallow even at high tide； and when the tide runs out it leaves glistening mud flats； which it is the peculiar taste of the oyster to prefer to any other habitation。 For years Belpher oysters had been the mainstay of gay supper parties at the Savoy； the Carlton and Romano's。 Dukes doted on them； chorus girls wept if they were not on the bill of fare。 And then； in an evil hour； somebody discovered that what made the Belpher Oyster so particularly plump and succulent was the fact that it breakfasted； lunched and dined almost entirely on the local sewage。 There is but a thin line ever between popular homage and execration。 We see it in the case of politicians； generals and prize…fighters； and oysters are no exception to the rule。 There was a typhoid scarequite a passing and unjustified scare； but strong enough to do its deadly work； and almost overnight Belpher passed from a place of flourishing industry to the sleepy； by…the…world…forgotten spot which it was when George Bevan discovered it。 The shallow water is still there； the mud is still there； even the oyster…beds are still there； but not the oysters nor the little world of activity which had sprung up around them。 The glory of Belpher is dead； and over its gates Ichabod is written。 But； if it has lost in importance； it has gained in charm； and George； for one； had no regrets。 To him； in his present state of mental upheaval； Belpher was the ideal spot。
It was not at first that George roused himself to the point of asking why he was here and whatnow that he was herehe proposed to do。 For two languorous days he loafed； sufficiently occupied with his thoughts。 He smoked long； peaceful pipes in the stable…yard； watching the ostlers as they groomed the horses； he played with the Inn puppy； bestowed respectful caresses on the Inn cat。 He walked down the quaint cobbled street to the harbour； sauntered along the shore； and lay on his back on the little beach at the other side of the lagoon； from where he could see the red roofs of the village； while the imitation waves splashed busily on the stones； trying to conceal with bustle and energy the fact that the water even two hundred yards from the shore was only eighteen inches deep。 For it is the abiding hope of Belpher Creek that it may be able to deceive the occasional visitor into mistaking it for the open sea。
And presently the tide would ebb。 The waste of waters became a sea of mud； cheerfully covered as to much of its surface with green grasses。 The evening sun struck rainbow colours from the moist softness。 Birds sang in the thickets。 And George； heaving himself up； walked back to the friendly cosiness of the Marshmoreton Arms。 And the remarkable part of it was that everything seemed perfectly natural and sensible to him； nor had he any particular feeling that in falling in love with Lady Maud Marsh and pursuing her to Belpher he had set himself anything in the nature of a hopeless task。 Like one kissed by a goddess in a dream； he walked on air； and； while one is walking on air； it is easy to overlook the boulders in the path。
Consider his position； you faint…hearted and self…pitying young men who think you have
