susy, a story of the plains-第17章
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mingled sense of grace and comfort。 There was a womanly refinement
in its careless negligence; and even the delicate wrapper of
Japanese silk; gathered at the waist and falling in easy folds to
the feet of the graceful mistress of this charming disorder; looked
a part of its refined abandonment。
Clarence hesitated as on the threshold of some sacred shrine。 But
Mrs。 Peyton; with her own hands; cleared a space for him on the
lounge。
〃You will easily suspect from all this disorder; Mr。 Brant; that I
spend a greater part of my time here; and that I seldom see much
company。 Mr。 Peyton occasionally comes in long enough to stumble
over a footstool or upset a vase; and I think Mary and Susy avoid it
from a firm conviction that there is work concealed in these
baskets。 But I have my books here; and in the afternoons; behind
these thick walls; one forgets the incessant stir and restlessness
of the dreadful winds outside。 Just now you were foolish enough to
tempt them while you were nervous; or worried; or listless。 Take my
word for it; it's a great mistake。 There is no more use fighting
them; as I tell Mr。 Peyton; than of fighting the people born under
them。 I have my own opinion that these winds were sent only to stir
this lazy race of mongrels into activity; but they are enough to
drive us Anglo…Saxons into nervous frenzy。 Don't you think so? But
you are young and energetic; and perhaps you are not affected by
them。〃
She spoke pleasantly and playfully; yet with a certain nervous
tension of voice and manner that seemed to illustrate her theory。
At least; Clarence; in quick sympathy with her slightest emotion;
was touched by it。 There is no more insidious attraction in the
persons we admire; than the belief that we know and understand their
unhappiness; and that our admiration for them is lifted higher than
a mere mutual instinctive sympathy with beauty or strength。 This
adorable woman had suffered。 The very thought aroused his chivalry。
It loosened; also; I fear; his quick; impulsive tongue。
Oh; yes; he knew it。 He had lived under this whip of air and sky
for three years; alone in a Spanish rancho; with only the native
peons around him; and scarcely speaking his own tongue even to his
guardian。 He spent his mornings on horseback in fields like these;
until the vientos generales; as they called them; sprang up and
drove him nearly frantic; and his only relief was to bury himself
among the books in his guardian's library; and shut out the world;
just as she did。 The smile which hovered around the lady's mouth at
that moment arrested Clarence; with a quick remembrance of their
former relative positions; and a sudden conviction of his
familiarity in suggesting an equality of experience; and he blushed。
But Mrs。 Peyton diverted his embarrassment with an air of interested
absorption in his story; and said:
〃Then you know these people thoroughly; Mr。 Brant? I am afraid that
WE do not。〃
Clarence had already gathered that fact within the last few days;
and; with his usual impulsive directness; said so。 A slight
knitting of Mrs。 Peyton's brows passed off; however; as he quickly
and earnestly went on to say that it was impossible for the Peytons
in their present relations to the natives to judge them; or to be
judged by them fairly。 How they were a childlike race; credulous
and trustful; but; like all credulous and trustful people; given to
retaliate when imposed upon with a larger insincerity; exaggeration;
and treachery。 How they had seen their houses and lands occupied by
strangers; their religion scorned; their customs derided; their
patriarchal society invaded by hollow civilization or frontier
brutalityall this fortified by incident and illustration; the
outcome of some youthful experience; and given with the glowing
enthusiasm of conviction。 Mrs。 Peyton listened with the usual
divided feminine interest between subject and speaker。
Where did this rough; sullen boyas she had known himpick up this
delicate and swift perception; this reflective judgment; and this
odd felicity of expression? It was not possible that it was in him
while he was the companion of her husband's servants or the
recognized 〃chum〃 of the scamp Hooker。 No。 But if HE could have
changed like this; why not Susy? Mrs。 Peyton; in the conservatism
of her sex; had never been quite free from fears of her adopted
daughter's hereditary instincts; but; with this example before her;
she now took heart。 Perhaps the change was coming slowly; perhaps
even now what she thought was indifference and coldness was only
some abnormal preparation or condition。 But she only smiled and
said:
〃Then; if you think those people have been wronged; you are not on
our side; Mr。 Brant?〃
What to an older and more worldly man would have seemed; and
probably was; only a playful reproach; struck Clarence deeply; and
brought his pent…up feelings to his lips。
〃YOU have never wronged them。 You couldn't do it; it isn't in your
nature。 I am on YOUR side; and for you and yours always; Mrs。
Peyton。 From the first time I saw you on the plains; when I was
brought; a ragged boy; before you by your husband; I think I would
gladly have laid down my life for you。 I don't mind telling you now
that I was even jealous of poor Susy; so anxious was I for the
smallest share in your thoughts; if only for a moment。 You could
have done anything with me you wished; and I should have been
happy;far happier than I have been ever since。 I tell you this;
Mrs。 Peyton; now; because you have just doubted if I might be 'on
your side;' but I have been longing to tell it all to you before;
and it is that I am ready to do anything you want;all you want;
to be on YOUR SIDE and at YOUR SIDE; now and forever。〃
He was so earnest and hearty; and above all so appallingly and
blissfully happy; in this relief of his feelings; smiling as if it
were the most natural thing in the world; and so absurdly
unconscious of his twenty…two years; his little brown curling
mustache; the fire in his wistful; yearning eyes; and; above all; of
his clasped hands and lover…like attitude; that Mrs。 Peytonat
first rigid as stone; then suffused to the eyescast a hasty glance
round the apartment; put her handkerchief to her face; and laughed
like a girl。
At which Clarence; by no means discomposed; but rather accepting her
emotion as perfectly natural; joined her heartily; and added:
〃It's so; Mrs。 Peyton; I'm glad I told you。 You don't mind it; do
you?〃
But Mrs。 Peyton had resumed her gravity; and perhaps a touch of her
previous misgivings。
〃I should certainly be very sorry;〃 she said; looking at him
critically; 〃to object to your sharing your old friendship for your
little playmate with her parents and guardians; or to your
expressing it to THEM as frankly as to her。〃
She saw the quick change in his mobile face and the momentary arrest
of its happy expression。 She was frightened and yet puzzled。 It
was not the sensitiveness of a lover at the mention of the loved
one's name; and yet it suggested an uneasy consciousness。 If his
previous impulsive outburst had been prompted honestly; or even
artfully; by his passion for Susy; why had he looked so shocked when
she spoke of her?
But Clarence; whose emotion had been caused by the sudden recall of
his knowledge of Susy's own disloyalty to the woman whose searching
eyes were upon him; in his revulsion against the deceit was; for an
instant; upon the point of divulging all。 Perhaps; if Mrs。 Peyton
had shown more confidence; he would have done so; and materially
altered the evolution of this story。 But; happily; it is upon these
slight human weaknesses that your romancer depends; and Clarence;
with no other reason than the instinctive sympathy of youth with
youth in its opposition to wisdom and experience; let the
opportunity pass; and took the respon