zanoni-第47章
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〃Romeo and Juliet。〃
The young actress and Gionetta had returned from the theatre; and
Viola fatigued and exhausted; had thrown herself on a sofa; while
Gionetta busied herself with the long tresses which; released
from the fillet that bound them; half…concealed the form of the
actress; like a veil of threads of gold。 As she smoothed the
luxuriant locks; the old nurse ran gossiping on about the little
events of the night; the scandal and politics of the scenes and
the tireroom。 Gionetta was a worthy soul。 Almanzor; in Dryden's
tragedy of 〃Almahide;〃 did not change sides with more gallant
indifference than the exemplary nurse。 She was at last grieved
and scandalised that Viola had not selected one chosen cavalier。
But the choice she left wholly to her fair charge。 Zegri or
Abencerrage; Glyndon or Zanoni; it had been the same to her;
except that the rumours she had collected respecting the latter;
combined with his own recommendations of his rival; had given her
preference to the Englishman。 She interpreted ill the impatient
and heavy sigh with which Viola greeted her praises of Glyndon;
and her wonder that he had of late so neglected his attentions
behind the scenes; and she exhausted all her powers of panegyric
upon the supposed object of the sigh。 〃And then; too;〃 she said;
〃if nothing else were to be said against the other signor; it is
enough that he is about to leave Naples。〃
〃Leave Naples!Zanoni?〃
〃Yes; darling! In passing by the Mole to…day; there was a crowd
round some outlandish…looking sailors。 His ship arrived this
morning; and anchors in the bay。 The sailors say that they are
to be prepared to sail with the first wind; they were taking in
fresh stores。 They〃
〃Leave me; Gionetta! Leave me!〃
The time had already passed when the girl could confide in
Gionetta。 Her thoughts had advanced to that point when the heart
recoils from all confidence; and feels that it cannot be
comprehended。 Alone now; in the principal apartment of the
house; she paced its narrow boundaries with tremulous and
agitated steps: she recalled the frightful suit of Nicot;the
injurious taunt of Glyndon; and she sickened at the remembrance
of the hollow applauses which; bestowed on the actress; not the
woman; only subjected her to contumely and insult。 In that room
the recollection of her father's death; the withered laurel and
the broken chords; rose chillingly before her。 Hers; she felt;
was a yet gloomier fate;the chords may break while the laurel
is yet green。 The lamp; waning in its socket; burned pale and
dim; and her eyes instinctively turned from the darker corner of
the room。 Orphan; by the hearth of thy parent; dost thou fear
the presence of the dead!
And was Zanoni indeed about to quit Naples? Should she see him
no more? Oh; fool; to think that there was grief in any other
thought! The past!that was gone! The future!there was no
future to her; Zanoni absent! But this was the night of the
third day on which Zanoni had told her that; come what might; he
would visit her again。 It was; then; if she might believe him;
some appointed crisis in her fate; and how should she tell him of
Glyndon's hateful words? The pure and the proud mind can never
confide its wrongs to another; only its triumphs and its
happiness。 But at that late hour would Zanoni visit her;could
she receive him? Midnight was at hand。 Still in undefined
suspense; in intense anxiety; she lingered in the room。 The
quarter before midnight sounded; dull and distant。 All was
still; and she was about to pass to her sleeping…room; when she
heard the hoofs of a horse at full speed; the sound ceased; there
was a knock at the door。 Her heart beat violently; but fear gave
way to another sentiment when she heard a voice; too well known;
calling on her name。 She paused; and then; with the fearlessness
of innocence; descended and unbarred the door。
Zanoni entered with a light and hasty step。 His horseman's cloak
fitted tightly to his noble form; and his broad hat threw a
gloomy shade over his commanding features。
The girl followed him into the room she had just left; trembling
and blushing deeply; and stood before him with the lamp she held
shining upward on her cheek and the long hair that fell like a
shower of light over the half…clad shoulders and heaving bust。
〃Viola;〃 said Zanoni; in a voice that spoke deep emotion; 〃I am
by thy side once more to save thee。 Not a moment is to be lost。
Thou must fly with me; or remain the victim of the Prince di 。
I would have made the charge I now undertake another's; thou
knowest I would;thou knowest it!but he is not worthy of thee;
the cold Englishman! I throw myself at thy feet; have trust in
me; and fly。〃
He grasped her hand passionately as he dropped on his knee; and
looked up into her face with his bright; beseeching eyes。
〃Fly with thee!〃 said Viola; scarce believing her senses。
〃With me。 Name; fame; honour;all will be sacrificed if thou
dost not。〃
〃Thenthen;〃 said the wild girl; falteringly; and turning aside
her face;〃then I am not indifferent to thee; thou wouldst not
give me to another?〃
Zanoni was silent; but his breast heaved; his cheeks flushed; his
eyes darted dark and impassioned fire。
〃Speak!〃 exclaimed Viola; in jealous suspicion of his silence。
〃Indifferent to me! No; but I dare not yet say that I love
thee。〃
〃Then what matters my fate?〃 said Viola; turning pale; and
shrinking from his side; 〃leave me;I fear no danger。 My life;
and therefore my honour; is in mine own hands。〃
〃Be not so mad;〃 said Zanoni。 〃Hark! do you hear the neigh of my
steed?it is an alarm that warns us of the approaching peril。
Haste; or you are lost!〃
〃Why dost thou care for me?〃 said the girl; bitterly。 〃Thou hast
read my heart; thou knowest that thou art become the lord of my
destiny。 But to be bound beneath the weight of a cold
obligation; to be the beggar on the eyes of indifference; to cast
myself on one who loves me not;THAT were indeed the vilest sin
of my sex。 Ah; Zanoni; rather let me die!〃
She had thrown back her clustering hair from her face while she
spoke; and as she now stood; with her arms drooping mournfully;
and her hands clasped together with the proud bitterness of her
wayward spirit; giving new zest and charm to her singular beauty;
it was impossible to conceive a sight more irresistible to the
eye and the heart。
〃Tempt me not to thine own danger;perhaps destruction!〃
exclaimed Zanoni; in faltering accents。 〃Thou canst not dream of
what thou wouldst demand;come!〃 and; advancing; he wound his
arm round her waist。 〃Come; Viola; believe at least in my
friendship; my honour; my protection〃
〃And not thy love;〃 said the Italian; turning on him her
reproachful eyes。 Those eyes met his; and he could not withdraw
from the charm of their gaze。 He felt her heart throbbing
beneath his own; her breath came warm upon his cheek。 He
trembled;HE! the lofty; the mysterious Zanoni; who seemed to
stand aloof from his race。 With a deep and burning sigh; he
murmured; 〃Viola; I love thee! Oh!〃 he continued passionately;
and; releasing his hold; he threw himself abruptly at her feet;
〃I no more command;as woman should be wooed; I woo thee。 From
the first glance of those eyes; from the first sound of thy
voice; thou becamest too fatally dear to me。 Thou speakest of
fascination;it lives and it breathes in thee! I fled from
Naples to fly from thy presence;it pursued me。 Months; years
passed; and thy sweet face still shone upon my heart。 I
returned; because I pictured thee alone and sorrowful in the
world; and knew that dangers; from which I might save thee; were
gathering near thee and around。 Beautiful Soul! whose leaves I
have read with reverence; it was for thy sake; thine alone; that
I would have given thee to one who might make thee happier o