beyond the city(城市之上)-第12章
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the least idea what it is that you are talking of。〃
〃Do you think your sister Ida would have my nephew Charles？〃
Her sister Ida？ Quite a little thrill of relief and of pleasure ran
through her at the thought。 Ida and Charles Westmacott。 She had never
thought of it。 And yet they had been a good deal together。 They had
played tennis。 They had shared the tandem tricycle。 Again came the
thrill of joy； and close at its heels the cold questionings of conscience。
Why this joy？ What was the real source of it？ Was it that deep down；
somewhere pushed back in the black recesses of the soul； there was the
thought lurking that if Charles prospered in his wooing then Harold
Denver would still be free？ How mean； how unmaidenly； how unsisterly
the thought！ She crushed it down and thrust it aside； but still it would
push up its wicked little head。 She crimsoned with shame at her own
baseness； as she turned once more to her companion。
〃I really do not know；〃 she said。
〃She is not engaged？〃
〃Not that I know of。〃
〃You speak hesitatingly。〃
〃Because I am not sure。 But he may ask。 She cannot but be
flattered。〃
〃Quite so。 I tell him that it is the most practical compliment which a
man can pay to a woman。 He is a little shy； but when he sets himself to
do it he will do it。 He is very much in love with her； I assure you。
These little lively people always do attract the slow and heavy ones； which
is nature's device for the neutralizing of bores。 But they are all going in。
I think if you will allow me that I will just take the opportunity to tell him
that； as far as you know； there is no positive obstacle in the way。〃
〃As far as I know； 〃Clara repeated； as the widow moved away to
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where the players were grouped round the net； or sauntering slowly
towards the house。 She rose to follow her； but her head was in a whirl
with new thoughts； and she sat down again。 Which would be best for Ida；
Harold or Charles？ She thought it over with as much solicitude as a
mother who plans for her only child。 Harold had seemed to her to be in
many ways the noblest and the best young man whom she had known。 If
ever she was to love a man it would be such a man as that。 But she must
not think of herself。 She had reason to believe that both these men loved
her sister。 Which would be the best for her？ But perhaps the matter
was already decided。 She could not forget the scrap of conversation
which she had heard the night before； nor the secret which her sister had
refused to confide to her。 If Ida would not tell her； there was but one
person who could。 She raised her eyes and there was Harold Denver
standing before her。
〃You were lost in your thoughts；〃 said he； smiling。 〃I hope that they
were pleasant ones。〃
〃Oh； I was planning；〃 said she； rising。 〃It seems rather a waste of
time as a rule； for things have a way of working themselves out just as you
least expect。〃
〃What were you planning； then？〃
〃The future。〃
〃Whose？〃
〃Oh； my own and Ida's。〃
〃And was I included in your joint futures？
〃I hope all our friends were included。〃
〃Don't go in；〃 said he； as she began to move slowly towards the house。
〃I wanted to have a word。 Let us stroll up and down the lawn。 Perhaps
you are cold。 If you are； I could bring you out a shawl。〃
〃Oh； no； I am not cold。〃
〃I was speaking to your sister Ida last night。〃 She noticed that there
was a slight quiver in his voice； and； glancing up at his dark； clear…cut face；
she saw that he was very grave。 She felt that it was settled； that he had
come to ask her for her sister's hand。
〃She is a charming girl；〃 said he； after a pause。
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〃Indeed she is；〃 cried Clara warmly。 〃And no one who has not lived
with her and known her intimately can tell how charming and good she is。
She is like a sunbeam in the house。〃
〃No one who was not good could be so absolutely happy as she seems
to be。 Heaven's last gift； I think； is a mind so pure and a spirit so high
that it is unable even to see what is impure and evil in the world around us。
For as long as we can see it； how can we be truly happy？〃
〃She has a deeper side also。 She does not turn it to the world； and it
is not natural that she should； for she is very young。 But she thinks； and
has aspirations of her own。〃
〃You cannot admire her more than I do。 Indeed； Miss Walker； I only
ask to be brought into nearer relationship with her； and to feel that there is
a permanent bond between us。〃
It had come at last。 For a moment her heart was numbed within her；
and then a flood of sisterly love carried all before it。 Down with that
dark thought which would still try to raise its unhallowed head！ She
turned to Harold with sparkling eyes and words of pleasure upon her lips。
〃I should wish to be near and dear to both of you；〃 said he； as he took
her hand。 〃I should wish Ida to be my sister； and you my wife。〃
She said nothing。 She only stood looking at him with parted lips and
great； dark； questioning eyes。 The lawn had vanished away； the sloping
gardens； the brick villas； the darkening sky with half a pale moon
beginning to show over the chimney…tops。 All was gone； and she was
only conscious of a dark； earnest； pleading face； and of a voice； far away；
disconnected from herself； the voice of a man telling a woman how he
loved her。 He was unhappy； said the voice； his life was a void； there was
but one thing that could save him； he had come to the parting of the ways；
here lay happiness and honor； and all that was high and noble； there lay
the soul…killing round； the lonely life； the base pursuit of money； the sordid；
selfish aims。 He needed but the hand of the woman that he loved to lead
him into the better path。 And how he loved her his life would show。 He
loved her for her sweetness； for her womanliness； for her strength。 He
had need of her。 Would she not come to him？ And then of a sudden as
she listened it came home to her that the man was Harold Denver； and that
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she was the woman； and that all God's work was very beautifulthe green
sward beneath her feet； the rustling leaves； the long orange slashes in the
western sky。 She spoke； she scarce knew what the broken words were；
but she saw the light of joy shine out on his face； and her hand was still in
his as they wandered amid the twilight。 They said no more now； but only
wandered and felt each other's presence。 All was fresh around them；
familiar and yet new； tinged with the beauty of their new…found happiness。
〃Did you not
