poor miss finch-第98章

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love　you　too　dearly　to　blame　you。　My　address　in　London　is　on　the　other
leaf。　Farewell！

〃OSCAR。〃

The　address　given　on　the　blank　leaf　is　at　an　hotel。

A　few　lines　more　in　the　Journal　follow　the　lines　last　quoted　in　this
place。　Except　a　word　or　two；　here　and　there；　it　is　impossible　any　longer
to　decipher　the　writing。　The　mischief　done　to　her　eyes　by　her　reckless
use　of　them；　by　her　fits　of　crying；　by　her　disturbed　nights；　by　the
long…continued　strain　on　her　of　agitation　and　suspense；　has　evidently
justified　the　worst　of　those　unacknowledged　forebodings　which　Grosse　felt
when　he　saw　her。　The　last　lines　of　the　Journal　are；　as　writing；　actually
inferior　to　her　worst　penmanship　when　she　was　blind。

However；　the　course　which　she　ended　in　taking　on　receipt　of　the　letter
which　you　have　just　read；　is　sufficiently　indicated　by　a　note　of　Nugent's
writing；　left　at　Miss　Batchford's　residence　at　Ramsgate　by　a　porter　from
the　railway。　After…events　make　it　necessary　to　preserve　this　note　also。
It　runs　thus：

〃MADAM；I　write；　by　Lucilla's　wish；　to　beg　that　you　will　not　be　anxious
on　discovering　that　your　niece　has　left　Ramsgate。　She　accompanies　me；　at
my　express　request；　to　the　house　of　a　married　lady　who　is　a　relative　of
mine；　and　under　whose　care　she　will　remain；　until　the　time　arrives　for
our　marriage。　The　reasons　which　have　led　to　her　taking　this　step；　and
which　oblige　her　to　keep　her　new　place　of　residence　concealed　for　the
present；　will　be　frankly　stated　to　you　and　to　her　father　on　the　day　when
we　are　man　and　wife。　In　the　meantime；　Lucilla　begs　that　you　will　excuse
her　abrupt　departure；　and　that　you　will　be　so　good　as　to　send　this　letter
on　to　her　father。　Both　you　and　he　will；　I　hope；　remember　that　she　is　of
an　age　to　act　for　herself；　and　that　she　is　only　hastening　her　marriage
with　a　man　to　whom　she　has　been　long　engaged；　with　the　sanction　and
approval　of　her　familyBelieve　me；　Madam；　your　faithful　Servant；

〃OSCAR　DUBOURG。〃

This　letter　was　delivered　at　luncheon…timealmost　at　the　moment　when　the
servant　had　announced　to　her　mistress　that　Miss　Finch　was　nowhere　to　be
found；　and　that　her　traveling…bag　had　disappeared　from　her　room。　The
London　train　had　then　started。　Miss　Batchford；　having　no　right　to
interfere；　decidedafter　consultation　with　a　friendon　at　once
traveling　to　Dimchurch；　and　placing　the　matter　in　Mr。　Finch's　hands。P。＇

CHAPTER　THE　FORTY…SIXTH

The　Italian　Steamer

LUCILLA'S　Journal　has　told　you　all　that　Lucilla　can　tell。　Permit　me　to
reappear　in　these　pages。　Shall　I　say；　with　your　favorite　English　clown；
reappearing　every　year　in　your　barbarous　English　pantomime；　〃Here　I　am
again：　how　do　you　do？〃　NoI　had　better　leave　that　out。　Your　clown　is　one
of　your　national　institutions。　With　this　mysterious　source　of　British
amusement　let　no　foreign　person　presume　to　trifle。

I　arrived　at　Marseilles；　as　well　as　I　can　remember；　on　the　fifteenth　of
August。

You　cannot　be　expected　to　feel　any　interest　in　good　Papa。　I　will　pass
over　this　venerable　victim　of　the　amiable　delusions　of　the　heart；　as
rapidly　as　respect　and　affection　will　permit。　The　duel　（I　hope　you
remember　the　duel？）　had　been　fought　with　pistols；　and　the　bullet　had　not
been　extracted　when　I　joined　my　sisters　at　the　sufferer's　bedside。　He　was
delirious　and　did　not　know　me。　Two　days　later；　the　removal　of　the　bullet
was　accomplished　by　the　surgeon　in　attendance。　For　a　time；　he　improved
after　this。　Then　there　was　a　relapse。　It　was　only　on　the　first　of
September　that　we　were　permitted　to　hope　he　might　still　be　spared　to　us。

On　that　date；　I　was　composed　enough　to　think　again　of　Lucilla；　and　to
remember　Mrs。　Finch's　polite　request　to　me　that　I　would　write　to　her　from
Marseilles。

I　wrote　briefly；　telling　the　damp　lady　of　the　rectory　（only　at　greater
length）　what　I　have　told　here。　My　main　motive　in　doing　this　was；　I
confess；　to　obtain；　through　Mrs。　Finch；　some　news　of　Lucilla。　After
posting　the　letter；　I　attended　to　another　duty　which　I　had　neglected
while　my　father　was　in　danger　of　death。　I　went　to　the　person　to　whom　my
lawyer　had　recommended　me；　to　institute　that　search　for　Oscar　which　I　had
determined　to　set　on　foot　when　I　left　London。　The　person　was　connected
with　the　police；　in　the　capacity　（as　nearly　as　I　can　express　it　in
English）　of　a　sort　of　private　superintendentnot　officially　recognized；
but　secretly　trusted　for　all　that。

When　he　heard　of　the　time　that　had　elapsed　without　any　discovery　of　the
slightest　trace　of　the　fugitive；　he　looked　grave；　and　declared；　honestly
enough；　that　he　doubted　if　he　could　reward　my　confidence　in　him　by
proving　himself　to　be　of　the　slightest　service　to　me。　Seeing；　however；
that　I　was　earnestly　bent　on　making　some　sort　of　effort；　he　put　a　last
question　to　me　in　these　terms：〃You　have　not　described　the　gentleman
yet。　Is　there；　by　lucky　chance；　anything　remarkable　in　his　personal
appearance？〃

〃There　is　something　very　remarkable；　sir；〃　I　answered。　〃Describe　it
exactly；　ma'am；　if　you　please。〃

I　described　Oscar's　complexion。　My　excellent　superintendent　showed
encouraging　signs　of　interest　as　he　listened。　He　was　a　most
elegantly…dressed　gentleman；　with　the　gracious　manners　of　a　prince。　It
was　quite　a　privilege　to　be　allowed　to　talk　to　him。

〃If　the　missing　man　has　passed　through　France；〃　he　said；　〃with　such　a
remarkable　face　as　that；　there　is　a　fair　chance　of　finding　him。　I　will
set　preliminary　inquiries　going　at　the　railway　station；　at　the
steam…packet　office；　and　at　the　port。　You　shall　hear　the　result
to…morrow。〃

I　went　back　to　good　Papa's　bedsidesatisfied；　so　far。

The　next　day；　my　superintendent　honored　me　by　a　visit。

〃Any　news；　sir？〃　I　asked。

〃News　already；　ma'am。　The　clerk　at　the　steam…packet　office　perfectly　well
remembers　selling　a　ticket　to　a　stranger　with　a　terrible　blue　face。
Unhappily；　his　memory　is　not　equally　good；　as　to　other　matters。　He　cannot
accurately　call　to　mind；　either　the　name　of　the　stranger；　or　the　place
for　which　the　stranger　embarked。　We　know　that　he　must　either　have　gone　to
some　port　in　Italy；　or　to　some　port　in　the　East。　And；　thus　far；　we　know
no　more。

〃What　are　we　to　do　next？〃　I　inquired。

〃I　proposewith　your　permissionsending　personal　descriptions　of　the
gentleman；　by　telegraph；　to　the　different　ports　in　Italy　first。　If
nothing　is　heard　of　him　in　reply；　we　will　try　the　ports　in　the　East　next。
That　is　the　course　which　I　have　the　honor　of　submitting　to　your
consideration。　Do　you　approve　of　it？〃

I　cordially　approved　of　it；　and　waited　for　the　results　with　all　the
patience　that　I　could　command。

The　next　day　passed；　and　nothing　happened。　My　unhappy　father　got　on　very
slowly。　The　vile　woman　who　had　caused　the　disaster　（and　who　had　run　off
with　his　antagonist）　was　perpetually　in　his　mind；　disturbing　him　and
keeping　him　back。　Why　is　a　destroying　wretch　of　this　sort；　a　pitiless；
treacherous；　devouring　monster　in　female　form；　allowed　to　be　out　of
prison？　You　shut　up　in　a　cage　a　poor　tigress；　who　only　eats　you　when　she
is　hungry；　and　can't　provide　for　her　dear　little　children　in　any　other
wayand　you　let　the　other　and　far　more　dangerous　beast　of　the　two　range
at　large　under　protection　of　the　law！　Ah；　it　is　easy　to　see　that　the　men
make　the　laws。　Never　mind。　The　women　are　coming　to　the　front。　Wait　a
little。　The　tigresses　on　two　legs　will　have　a　bad　time　of　it　when　we　get
into　Parliament。

On　the　fourth　of　the　month；　the　superintendent　wrote　to　me。　More　news　of
the　lost　Oscar　already！

The　blue　man　had　disembarked　at　Genoa；　and　had　been　traced　to　the　station
of　the　railway　running　to　Turin。　More　inquiries　had　been；　thereupon；　sent
by　telegraph　to　Turin。　In　the　meantime；　and　in　the　possible　event　of　the
missing　person　returning　to　England　by　way　of　Marseilles；　experienced
men；　provided　with　a　personal　description　of　him；　would　be　posted　at
various　public　places；　to　pass　in　review　all　travelers　arriving　either　by
land　or　seaand　to　report　to　me　if　the　right　traveler　appeared。　Once
more；　my　princely　superintendent　submitted　this　course　to　my
considerationand　waited　for　my　approvaland　got　it；　with　my　admiration
thrown　in　as　part　of　the　bargain。

The　days　passedand　good　Papa　still　vacillat