the island pharisees-第48章
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页,按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页,按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部!
————未阅读完?加入书签已便下次继续阅读!
〃Oh; no; thanks! You're very kind。〃
Out of Antonia's face the timid; doubting friendliness had fled; and
was replaced by enmity。 With a long; cold look at both of them she
turned away。 Mrs。 Foliot gave a little laugh; and raised her foot
for Shelton's help。 He heard a hiss of pain as he swung her up; but
when he looked at her she smiled。
〃Anyway;〃 he said impatiently; 〃let me come and see you don't break
down。
She shook her head。 〃It 's only two miles。 I'm not made of sugar。〃
〃Then I shall simply have to follow。〃
She shrugged her shoulders; fixing her resolute eyes on him。
〃Would that boy like to come?〃 she asked。
Toddles left the horse's head。
〃By Jove!〃 he cried。 〃Would n't I just!〃
〃Then;〃 she said; 〃I think that will be best。 You 've been so kind。〃
She bowed; smiled inscrutably once more; touched the Arab with her
whip; and started; Toddles trotting at her side。
Shelton was left with Antonia underneath the elms。 A sudden puff of
tepid air blew in their faces; like a warning message from the heavy;
purple heat clouds; low rumbling thunder travelled slowly from afar。
〃We're going to have a storm;〃 he said。
Antonia nodded。 She was pale now; and her face still wore its cold
look of offence。
〃I 've got a headache;〃 she said; 〃I shall go in and lie down。〃
Shelton tried to speak; but something kept him silentsubmission to
what was coming; like the mute submission of the fields and birds to
the menace of the storm。
He watched her go; and went back to his seat。 And the silence seemed
to grow; the flowers ceased to exude their fragrance; numbed by the
weighty air。 All the long house behind him seemed asleep; deserted。
No noise came forth; no laughter; the echo of no music; the ringing
of no bell; the heat had wrapped it round with drowsiness。 And the
silence added to the solitude within him。 What an unlucky chance;
that woman's accident! Designed by Providence to put Antonia further
from him than before! Why was not the world composed of the
immaculate alone? He started pacing up and down; tortured by a
dreadful heartache。
〃I must get rid of this;〃 he thought。 〃I 'll go for a good tramp;
and chance the storm。〃
Leaving the drive he ran on Toddles; returning in the highest
spirits。
〃I saw her home;〃 he crowed。 〃I say; what a ripper; isn't she?
She 'll be as lame as a tree to…morrow; so will the gee。 Jolly hot!〃
This meeting showed Shelton that he had been an hour on the stone
seat; he had thought it some ten minutes; and the discovery alarmed
him。 It seemed to bring the import of his miserable fear right home
to him。 He started with a swinging stride; keeping his eyes fixed on
the road; the perspiration streaming down his face。
CHAPTER XXXI
THE STORM
It was seven and more when Shelton returned; from his walk; a few
heat drops had splashed the leaves; but the storm had not yet broken。
In brooding silence the world seemed pent beneath the purple
firmament。
By rapid walking in the heat Shelton had got rid of his despondency。
He felt like one who is to see his mistress after long estrangement。
He; bathed; and; straightening his tie…ends; stood smiling at the
glass。 His fear; unhappiness; and doubts seemed like an evil dream;
how much worse off would he not have been; had it all been true?
It was dinner…party night; and when he reached the drawing…room the
guests were there already; chattering of the coming storm。 Antonia
was not yet down; and Shelton stood by the piano waiting for her
entry。 Red faces; spotless shirt…fronts; white arms; and freshly…
twisted hair were all around him。 Some one handed him a clove
carnation; and; as he held it to his nose; Antonia came in;
breathless; as though she had rushed down…stairs; Her cheeks were
pale no longer; her hand kept stealing to her throat。 The flames of
the coming storm seemed to have caught fire within her; to be
scorching her in her white frock; she passed him close; and her
fragrance whipped his senses。
She had never seemed to him so lovely。
Never again will Shelton breathe the perfume of melons and pineapples
without a strange emotion。 From where he sat at dinner he could not
see Antonia; but amidst the chattering of voices; the clink of glass
and silver; the sights and sounds and scents of feasting; he thought
how he would go to her and say that nothing mattered but her love。
He drank the frosted; pale…gold liquid of champagne as if it had been
water。
The windows stood wide open in the heat; the garden lay in thick;
soft shadow; where the pitchy shapes of trees could be discerned。
There was not a breath of air to fan the candle…flames above the
flowers; but two large moths; fearful of the heavy dark; flew in and
wheeled between the lights over the diners' heads。 One fell scorched
into a dish of fruit; and was removed; the other; eluding all the
swish of napkins and the efforts of the footmen; continued to make
soft; fluttering rushes till Shelton rose and caught it in his hand。
He took it to the window and threw it out into the darkness; and he
noticed that the air was thick and tepid to his face。 At a sign from
Mr。 Dennant the muslin curtains were then drawn across the windows;
and in gratitude; perhaps; for this protection; this filmy barrier
between them and the muffled threats of Nature; everyone broke out in
talk。 It was such a night as comes in summer after perfect weather;
frightening in its heat; and silence; which was broken by the distant
thunder travelling low along the ground like the muttering of all
dark places on the earthsuch a night as seems; by very
breathlessness; to smother life; and with its fateful threats to
justify man's cowardice。
The ladies rose at last。 The circle of the rosewood dining…table;
which had no cloth; strewn with flowers and silver gilt; had a
likeness to some autumn pool whose brown depths of oily water gleam
under the sunset with red and yellow leaves; above it the smoke of
cigarettes was clinging; like a mist to water when the sun goes down。
Shelton became involved in argument with his neighbour on the English
character。
〃In England we've mislaid the recipe of life;〃 he said。 〃Pleasure's
a lost art。 We don't get drunk; we're ashamed of love; and as to
beauty; we've lost the eye for' it。 In exchange we have got money;
but what 's the good of money when we don't know how to spend it?〃
Excited by his neighbour's smile; he added: 〃As to thought; we think
so much of what our neighbours think that we never think at all。。。。
Have you ever watched a foreigner when he's listening to an
Englishman? We 're in the habit of despising foreigners; the scorn
we have for them is nothing to the scorn they have for us。 And they
are right! Look at our taste! What is the good of owning riches if
we don't know how to use them?〃
〃That's rather new to me;〃 his neighbour said。 〃There may be
something in it。。。。 Did you see that case in the papers the other
day of old Hornblower; who left the 1820 port that fetched a guinea a
bottle? When the purchaserpoor feller!came to drink it he found
eleven bottles out of twelve completely ullagedha! ha! Well;
there's nothing wrong with this〃; and he drained his glass。
〃No;〃 answered Shelton。
When they rose to join the ladies; he slipped out on the lawn。
At once he was enveloped in a bath of heat。 A heavy odour; sensual;
sinister; was in the air; as from a sudden flowering of amorous
shrubs。 He stood and drank it in with greedy nostrils。 Putting his
hand down; he felt the grass; it was dry; and charged with
electricity。 Then he saw; pale and candescent in the blackness;
three or four great lilies; the authors of that perfume。 The
blossoms seemed to be rising at him through the darkness; as though
putting up their faces to be kissed。 He straightened himself