the island pharisees-第52章
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thought; 〃how wretched!〃 and the loneliness that had seized him on
the stone seat at Holm Oaks the day before returned with fearful
force。
On his table; heaped without order; were a pile of bills and
circulars。 He opened them; tearing at their covers with the random
haste of men back from their holidays。 A single long envelope was
placed apart。
MY DEAR DICK 'he read';
I enclose you herewith the revised draft of your marriage settlement。
It is now shipshape。 Return it before the end of the week; and I
will have it engrossed for signature。 I go to Scotland next
Wednesday for a month; shall be back in good time for your wedding。
My love to your mother when you see her。
Your…affectionate uncle;
EDMUND PARAMOR。
Shelton smiled and took out the draft。
〃This Indenture made the____day of 190_; between Richard Paramor
Shelton…〃
He put it down and sank back in his chair; the chair in which the
foreign vagrant had been wont to sit on mornings when he came to
preach philosophy。
He did not stay there long; but in sheer unhappiness got up; and;
taking his candle; roamed about the room; fingering things; and
gazing in the mirror at his face; which seemed to him repulsive in
its wretchedness。 He went at last into the hall and opened the door;
to go downstairs again into the street; but the sudden certainty
that; in street or house; in town or country; he would have to take
his trouble with him; made him shut it to。 He felt in the letter…
box; drew forth a letter; and with this he went back to the sitting…
room。
It was from Antonia。 And such was his excitement that he was forced
to take three turns between the window and the wall before he could
read; then; with a heart beating so that he could hardly hold the
paper; he began:
I was wrong to ask you to go away。 I see now that it was breaking my
promise; and I did n't mean to do that。 I don't know why things have
come to be so different。 You never think as I do about anything。
I had better tell you that that letter of Monsieur Ferrand's to
mother was impudent。 Of course you did n't know what was in it; but
when Professor Brayne was asking you about him at breakfast; I felt
that you believed that he was right and we were wrong; and I can't
understand it。 And then in the afternoon; when that woman hurt her
horse; it was all as if you were on her side。 How can you feel like
that?
I must say this; because I don't think I ought to have asked you to
go away; and I want you to believe that I will keep my promise; or I
should feel that you and everybody else had a right to condemn me。
I was awake all last night; and have a bad headache this morning。 I
can't write any more。
ANTONIA。
His first sensation was a sort of stupefaction of relief that had in
it an element of anger。 He was reprieved! She would not break her
promise; she considered herself bound! In the midst of the
exaltation of this thought he smiled; and that smile was strange。
He read it through again; and; like a judge; began to weigh what she
had written; her thoughts when she was writing; the facts which had
led up to this。
The vagrant's farewell document had done the business。 True to his
fatal gift of divesting things of clothing; Ferrand had not vanished
without showing up his patron in his proper colours; even to Shelton
those colours were made plain。 Antonia had felt her lover was a
traitor。 Sounding his heart even in his stress of indecision;
Shelton knew that this was true。
〃Then in the afternoon; when that woman hurt her horse…〃 That woman!
〃It was as if you were on her side!〃
He saw too well her mind; its clear rigidity; its intuitive
perception of that with which it was not safe to sympathise; its
instinct for self…preservation; its spontaneous contempt for those
without that instinct。 And she had written these words considering
herself bound to hima man of sentiment; of rebellious sympathies;
of untidiness of principle! Here was the answer to the question he
had asked all day: 〃How have things come to such a pass?〃 and he
began to feel compassion for her。
Poor child! She could not jilt him; there was something vulgar in
the word! Never should it be said that Antonia Dennant had accented
him and thrown him over。 No lady did these things! They were
impossible! At the bottom of his heart he had a queer; unconscious
sympathy with; this impossibility。
Once again he read the letter; which seemed now impregnated with
fresh meaning; and the anger which had mingled with his first
sensation of relief detached itself and grew in force。 In that
letter there was something tyrannous; a denial of his right to have a
separate point of view。 It was like a finger pointed at him as an
unsound person。 In marrying her he would be marrying not only her;
but her classhis class。 She would be there always to make him look
on her and on himself; and all the people that they knew and all the
things they did; complacently; she would be there to make him feel
himself superior to everyone whose life was cast in other moral
moulds。 To feel himself superior; not blatantly; not consciously;
but with subconscious righteousness。
But his anger; which was like the paroxysm that two days before had
made him mutter at the Connoisseur; 〃I hate your d…d superiority;〃
struck him all at once as impotent and ludicrous。 What was the good
of being angry? He was on the point of losing her! And the anguish
of that thought; reacting on his anger; intensified it threefold。
She was so certain of herself; so superior to her emotions; to her
natural impulsessuperior to her very longing to be free from him。
Of that fact; at all events; Shelton had no longer any doubt。 It was
beyond argument。 She did not really love him; she wanted to be free
of him!
A photograph hung in his bedroom at Holm Oaks of a group round the
hall door; the Honourable Charlotte Penguin; Mrs。 Dennant; Lady
Bonington; Halidome; Mr。 Dennant; and the stained…glass manall were
there; and on the left…hand side; looking straight in front of her;
Antonia。 Her face in its youthfulness; more than all those others;
expressed their point of view: Behind those calm young eyes lay a
world of safety and tradition。 〃I am not as others are;〃 they seemed
to say。
And from that photograph Mr。 and Mrs。 Dennant singled themselves out;
he could see their faces as they talkedtheir faces with a peculiar
and uneasy look on them; and he could hear their voices; still
decisive; but a little acid; as if they had been quarrelling:
〃He 's made a donkey of himself!〃
〃Ah! it's too distressin'!〃
They; too; thought him unsound; and did n't want him; but to save the
situation they would be glad to keep him。 She did n't want him; but
she refused to lose her right to say; 〃Commoner girls may break their
promises; I will not!〃 He sat down at the table between the candles;
covering his face。 His grief and anger grew and grew within him。 If
she would not free herself; the duty was on him! She was ready
without love to marry him; as a sacrifice to her ideal of what she
ought to be!
But she had n't; after all; the monopoly of pride!
As if she stood before him; he could see the shadows underneath her
eyes that he had dreamed of kissing; the eager movements of her lips。
For several minutes he remained; not moving hand or limb。 Then once
more his anger blazed。 She was going to sacrifice herself andhim!
All his manhood scoffed at such a senseless sacrifice。 That was not
exactly what he wanted!
He went to the bureau; took a piece of paper and an envelope; and
wrote as follows:
There never was; is not; and never would have been any question of
being bound between us。 I refuse to trade on any such thing。 You
are absolutely free。 Our engagement is at an end by m