st. ives-第11章
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Goguelat himself might have scrupled to endorse。 He visibly thawed
and brightened; drew more near to where I sat; forgot his timidity
so far as to put many questions; and at last; with another blush;
informed me he was himself expecting a commission。
'Well;' said I; 'they are fine troops; your British troops in the
Peninsula。 A young gentleman of spirit may well be proud to be
engaged at the head of such soldiers。'
'I know that;' he said; 'I think of nothing else。 I think shame to
be dangling here at home and going through with this foolery of
education; while others; no older than myself; are in the field。'
'I cannot blame you;' said I。 'I have felt the same myself。'
'There are … there are no troops; are there; quite so good as
ours?' he asked。
'Well;' said I; 'there is a point about them: they have a defect; …
they are not to be trusted in a retreat。 I have seen them behave
very ill in a retreat。'
'I believe that is our national character;' he said … God forgive
him! … with an air of pride。
'I have seen your national character running away at least; and had
the honour to run after it!' rose to my lips; but I was not so ill
advised as to give it utterance。 Every one should be flattered;
but boys and women without stint; and I put in the rest of the
afternoon narrating to him tales of British heroism; for which I
should not like to engage that they were all true。
'I am quite surprised;' he said at last。 'People tell you the
French are insincere。 Now; I think your sincerity is beautiful。 I
think you have a noble character。 I admire you very much。 I am
very grateful for your kindness to … to one so young;' and he
offered me his hand。
'I shall see you again soon?' said I。
'Oh; now! Yes; very soon;' said he。 'I … I wish to tell you。 I
would not let Flora … Miss Gilchrist; I mean … come to…day。 I
wished to see more of you myself。 I trust you are not offended:
you know; one should be careful about strangers。'
I approved his caution; and he took himself away: leaving me in a
mixture of contrarious feelings; part ashamed to have played on one
so gullible; part raging that I should have burned so much incense
before the vanity of England; yet; in the bottom of my soul;
delighted to think I had made a friend … or; at least; begun to
make a friend … of Flora's brother。
As I had half expected; both made their appearance the next day。 I
struck so fine a shade betwixt the pride that is allowed to
soldiers and the sorrowful humility that befits a captive; that I
declare; as I went to meet them; I might have afforded a subject
for a painter。 So much was high comedy; I must confess; but so
soon as my eyes lighted full on her dark face and eloquent eyes;
the blood leaped into my cheeks … and that was nature! I thanked
them; but not the least with exultation; it was my cue to be
mournful; and to take the pair of them as one。
'I have been thinking;' I said; 'you have been so good to me; both
of you; stranger and prisoner as I am; that I have been thinking
how I could testify to my gratitude。 It may seem a strange subject
for a confidence; but there is actually no one here; even of my
comrades; that knows me by my name and title。 By these I am called
plain Champdivers; a name to which I have a right; but not the name
which I should bear; and which (but a little while ago) I must hide
like a crime。 Miss Flora; suffer me to present to you the Vicomte
Anne de Keroual de Saint…Yves; a private soldier。'
'I knew it!' cried the boy; 'I knew he was a noble!'
And I thought the eyes of Miss Flora said the same; but more
persuasively。 All through this interview she kept them on the
ground; or only gave them to me for a moment at a time; and with a
serious sweetness。
'You may conceive; my friends; that this is rather a painful
confession;' I continued。 'To stand here before you; vanquished; a
prisoner in a fortress; and take my own name upon my lips; is
painful to the proud。 And yet I wished that you should know me。
Long after this; we may yet hear of one another … perhaps Mr。
Gilchrist and myself in the field and from opposing camps … and it
would be a pity if we heard and did not recognise。'
They were both moved; and began at once to press upon me offers of
service; such as to lend me books; get me tobacco if I used it; and
the like。 This would have been all mighty welcome; before the
tunnel was ready。 Now it signified no more to me than to offer the
transition I required。
'My dear friends;' I said … 'for you must allow me to call you
that; who have no others within so many hundred leagues … perhaps
you will think me fanciful and sentimental; and perhaps indeed I
am; but there is one service that I would beg of you before all
others。 You see me set here on the top of this rock in the midst
of your city。 Even with what liberty I have; I have the
opportunity to see a myriad roofs; and I dare to say; thirty
leagues of sea and land。 All this hostile! Under all these roofs
my enemies dwell; wherever I see the smoke of a house rising; I
must tell myself that some one sits before the chimney and reads
with joy of our reverses。 Pardon me; dear friends; I know that you
must do the same; and I do not grudge at it! With you; it is all
different。 Show me your house then; were it only the chimney; or;
if that be not visible; the quarter of the town in which it lies!
So; when I look all about me; I shall be able to say: 〃THERE IS ONE
HOUSE IN WHICH I AM NOT QUITE UNKINDLY THOUGHT OF。〃'
Flora stood a moment。
'It is a pretty thought;' said she; 'and; as far as regards Ronald
and myself; a true one。 Come; I believe I can show you the very
smoke out of our chimney。'
So saying; she carried me round the battlements towards the
opposite or southern side of the fortress; and indeed to a bastion
almost immediately overlooking the place of our projected flight。
Thence we had a view of some foreshortened suburbs at our feet; and
beyond of a green; open; and irregular country rising towards the
Pentland Hills。 The face of one of these summits (say two leagues
from where we stood) is marked with a procession of white scars。
And to this she directed my attention。
'You see these marks?' she said。 'We call them the Seven Sisters。
Follow a little lower with your eye; and you will see a fold of the
hill; the tops of some trees; and a tail of smoke out of the midst
of them。 That is Swanston Cottage; where my brother and I are
living with my aunt。 If it gives you pleasure to see it; I am
glad。 We; too; can see the castle from a corner in the garden; and
we go there in the morning often … do we not; Ronald? … and we
think of you; M。 de Saint…Yves; but I am afraid it does not
altogether make us glad。'
'Mademoiselle!' said I; and indeed my voice was scarce under
command; 'if you knew how your generous words … how even the sight
of you … relieved the horrors of this place; I believe; I hope; I
know; you would be glad。 I will come here daily and look at that
dear chimney and these green hills; and bless you from the heart;
and dedicate to you the prayers of this poor sinner。 Ah! I do not
say they can avail!'
'Who can say that; M。 de Saint…Yves?' she said softly。 'But I
think it is time we should be going。'
'High time;' said Ronald; whom (to say the truth) I had a little
forgotten。
On the way back; as I was laying myself out to recover lost ground
with the youth; and to obliterate; if possible; the memory of my
last and somewhat too fervent speech; who should come past us but
the major? I had to stand aside and salute as he went by; but his
eyes appeared entirely occupied with Flora。
'Who is that man?' she asked。
'He is a friend of mine;' said I。 'I give him lesso