poor miss finch-第77章

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began　to　talk　of　Oscar　once　more；　I　put　on　my　hat；　and　set　forth　on　a
domestic　errand　（of　the　kind　usually　entrusted　to　Zillah）；　solely　for　the
purpose　of　keeping　out　of　the　way；　and　putting　off　to　the　last　moment　the
hateful　necessity　of　telling　more　lies。　The　weather　stood　my　friend。　It
threatened　to　rain；　and　Lucilla；　on　that　account；　refrained　from
proposing　to　accompany　me。

My　errand　took　me　to　a　farm…house　on　the　road　which　led　to　Brighton。
After　settling　my　business；　I　prolonged　my　walk；　though　the　rain　was
already　beginning　to　fall。　I　had　nothing　on　me　that　would　spoil；　and；　in
my　present　frame　of　mind；　a　wet　gown　was　a　preferable　alternative　to
returning　to　the　rectory。

After　I　had　walked　about　a　mile　further　on；　the　solitude　of　the　road　was
enlivened　by　the　appearance　of　an　open　carriage　approaching　me　from　the
direction　of　Brighton。　The　hood　was　up　to　protect　the　person　inside　from
the　rain。　The　person　looked　out　as　I　passed；　and　stopped　the　carriage　in
a　voice　which　I　instantly　recognized　as　the　voice　of　Grosse。　Our　gallant
oculist　insisted　（in　the　state　of　the　weather）　on　my　instantly　taking
shelter　by　his　side　and　returning　with　him　to　the　house。

〃This　is　an　unexpected　pleasure；〃　I　said。　〃I　thought　you　had　arranged　not
to　see　Lucilla　again　till　the　end　of　the　week。〃

Grosse's　eyes　glared　at　me　through　his　spectacles　with　a　dignity　and
gravity　worthy　of　Mr。　Finch　himself。

〃Shall　I　tell　you　something？〃　he　said。　〃You　see　sitting　at　your　side　a
lost　surgeon…optic。　I　shall　die　soon。　Put　on　my　tombs；　if　you　please；　The
malady　which　killed　this　German　mans　wasLofely　Feench。　When　I　am　away
from　hergif　me　your　sympathies：　I　so　much　want　itI　sweat　with
anxiousness　for　young　Miss。　Your　damn…mess…fix　about　those　two　brodders
is　a　sort　of　perpetual　blisters　on　my　mind。　Instead　of　snoring　peaceably
all　night　in　my　nice　big　English　beds；　I　roll　wide　awake　on　my　pillows；
fidgeting　for　Feench。　I　am　here　to…day　before　my　time。　For　what？　For　to
try　her　eyesyou　think？　Goot　Madam；　you　think　wrong！　It　is　not　her　eyes
which　troubles　me。　Her　eyes　will　do。　It　is　Youand　the　odders　at　your
rectory…place。　You　make　me　nervous…anxious　about　my　patients。　I　am　afraid
some　of　you　will　let　the　mess…fix　of　those　brodder…twins　find　its　way　to
her　pretty　ears；　and　turn　her　poor　little　mind　topsy…turvies　when　I　am
not　near　to　see　to　it　in　time。　Will　you　let　her　be　comfortable…easy　for
two　months　more？　Ach　Gott！　if　I　could　only　be　certain…sure　of　_that；_　I
might　leave　those　weak　new　eyes　of　hers　to　cure　themselves；　and　go　my
ways　back　to　London　again。〃

I　had　intended　to　remonstrate　with　him　pretty　sharply　for　taking　Lucilla
to　Browndown。　After　what　he　had　now　said；　it　was　useless　to　attempt
anything　of　that　sortand　doubly　useless　to　hope　that　he　would　let　me
extricate　myself　from　my　difficulties　by　letting　me　tell　her　the　truth。

〃Of　course　you　are　the　best　judge；〃　I　said。　〃But　you　little　know　what
these　precautions　of　yours　cost　the　unfortunate　people　who　are　left　to
carry　them　out。〃

He　took　me　up　sharply　at　those　words。

〃You　shall　judge　for　yourself；〃　he　said；　〃if　it　is　not　worth　the　cost。　If
her　eyes　satisfy　meFeench　shall　learn　to　see　to…day。　You　shall　stand
by；　you　obstinate　womans；　and　judge　if　it　is　goot　to　add　shock　and
agitation　to　the　exhaustions　and　irritabilities　and　bedevilments　of　all
sorts　which　our　poor　Miss　must　suffer　in　learning　to　see；　after　being
blind　for　all　her　life。　No　more　of　it　now；　till　we　get　to　the
rectory…place。〃　By　way　of　changing　the　subject　for　the　present；　he　put　a
question　to　me　which　I　felt　it　necessary　to　answer　with　some　caution。
〃How　is　my　nice　boys？my　bright…clever　Nugent？〃　he　asked。

〃Very　well。〃

There　I　stopped；　not　feeling　at　all　sure　of　the　ground　I　was　treading　on。

〃Mind　this！〃　Grosse　went　on。　〃My　bright…boy…Nugent　keeps　her
comfortable…easy。　My　bright…boy…Nugent　is　worth　all　the　rest　of　you
togedder。　I　insist　on　his　making　his　visits　to　young　Miss　at　the
rectory…place；　in　spite　of　that　windy…talky…puff…bag…Feench…father　of
hers。　I　say　positivelyNugent　shall　come　into　the　house。〃

There　was　no　help　for　it　now。　I　was　obliged　to　tell　him　that　Nugent　had
left　Browndown；　and　that　I　was　the　person　who　had　sent　him　away。

For　a　moment；　I　was　really　in　doubt　whether　the　skilled　hand　of　the　great
surgeon　would　not　be　ignobly　employed　in　boxing　my　ears。　No　perversion　of
spelling　can　possibly　report　the　complicated　German…English　jargon　in
which　his　fury　poured　itself　out　on　my　devoted　head。　Let　it　be　enough　to
say　that　he　declared　Nugent's　abominable　personation　of　his　brother　to　be
vitally　importantso　long　as　Oscar　was　absentto　his　successful
treatment　of　the　sensitive　and　excitable　patient　whom　we　had　placed　under
his　care。　I　vainly　assured　him　that　Nugent's　object　in　leaving　Dimchurch
was　to　set　matters　right　again　by　bringing　his　brother　back。　Grosse
flatly　declined　to　allow　himself　to　be　influenced　by　any　speculative
consideration　of　that　sort。　He　said　（and　swore）　that　my　meddling　had
raised　a　serious　obstacle　in　his　way；　and　that　nothing　but　his　own　tender
regard　for　Lucilla　prevented　him　from　〃turning　the　coachmans　back；〃　and
leaving　us　henceforth　to　shift　for　ourselves。

When　we　reached　the　rectory　gate；　he　had　cooled　a　little。　As　we　crossed
the　garden；　he　reminded　me　that　I　stood　pledged　to　be　present　when　the
bandage　was　taken　off。

　〃Now　mind！〃　he　said。　〃You　are　going　to　see；　if　it　is　goot　or　bad　to　tell
her　that　she　has　had　those　nice　white　arms　of　hers　round　the　wrong
brodder。　You　are　going　to　tell　me　afterwards；　if　you　dare　say　to　her；　in
plain　English　words；　'Blue…Face　is　the　man。'

We　found　Lucilla　in　the　sitting…room。　Grosse　briefly　informed　her　that　he
had　nothing　particular　to　occupy　him　in　London；　and　that　he　had　advanced
the　date　of　his　visit　on　that　account。　〃You　want　something　to　do；　my
lofe；　on　this　soaky…rainy　day。　Show　Papa…Grosse　what　you　can　do　with　your
eyes；　now　you　have　got　them　back　again。〃　With　those　words；　he　unfastened
the　bandage；　and；　taking　her　by　the　chin；　examined　her　eyesfirst
without　his　magnifying　glass；　then　with　it。

〃Am　I　going　on　well？〃　she　asked　anxiously。

〃Famous…well！　You　go　on　（as　my　goot　friends　say　in　America）　first…class。
Now　use　your　eyes　for　yourself。　Gif　one　lofing　look　to　Grosse　first。
Thensee！　see！　see！〃

There　was　no　mistaking　the　tone　in　which　he　spoke　to　her。

He　was　not　only　satisfied　about　her　eyeshe　was　triumphant。　〃Soh！〃　he
grunted；　turning　to　me。　〃Why　is　Mr。　Sebrights　not　here　to　look　at　this？〃

I　eagerly　approached　Lucilla。　There　was　still　a　little　dimness　left　in
her　eyes。　I　noticed　also　that　they　moved　to　and　fro　restlessly；　and　（at
times）　wildly。　But；　oh；　the　bright　change　in　her！　the　new　life　of　beauty
which　the　new　sense　had　bestowed　on　her　already！　Her　smile；　always
charming；　now　caught　light　from　her　lips；　and　spread　its　gentle
fascination　over　all　her　face。　It　was　impossible　not　to　long　to　kiss　her。
I　advanced　to　congratulate；　to　embrace　her。　Grosse　stepped　forward；　and
checked　me。

〃No；〃　he　said。　〃Walk　your　ways　to　the　odder　end　of　the　roomsand　let　us
see　if　_she_　can　go　to　_you。_〃

Like　all　other　people；　knowing　no　more　of　the　subject　than　I　knew；　I　had
no　idea　of　the　pitiably　helpless　manner　in　which　the　restored　sense　of
sight　struggles　to　assert　itself；　in　persons　who　have　been　blind　for
life。　In　such　cases；　the　effort　of　the　eyes　that　are　first　learning　to
see；　is　like　the　effort　of　the　limbs　when　a　child　is　first　learning　to
walk。　But　for　Grosse's　odd　way　of　taking　it；　the　scene　which　I　was　now　to
witness　would　have　been　painful　in　the　last　degree。　My　poor
Lucillainstead　of　filling　me　with　joy；　as　I　had　anticipatedwould　I
really　believe　have　wrung　my　heart；　and　have　made　me　burst　out　crying。

〃Now！〃　said　Grosse；　laying　one　hand　on　Lucilla's　arm；　while　he　pointed　to
me　with　the　other。　〃There　she　stands。　Can　you　go　to　her？〃

〃Of　course　I　can！〃

〃I　lay　you　a　bet…wager　you　can　_not！_　Ten　thausand　pounds　to　six　pennies。
Done…done。　Now　try！〃

She　answered　by　a　little　gesture　of　defiance；　and　took　three　hasty　steps
forward。　Bewildered　and　frightened；　she　stopped　suddenly　at　the　third
ste