manalive-第12章
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it all seems like a dreamand and Mr。 Smith is the sweetest；
most sensible； most delightful old thing that ever existed；
and he may marry any one he likesexcept me。〃
〃I should suggest Mrs。 Duke；〃 said Michael。
The gravity of Dr。 Warner's face increased。 He took a slip
of pink paper from his waistcoat pocket； with his pale
blue eyes quietly fixed on Rosamund's face all the time。
He spoke with a not inexcusable frigidity。
〃Really； Miss Hunt；〃 he said； 〃you are not yet very reassuring。
You sent me this wire only half an hour ago： ‘Come at once；
if possible； with another doctor。 ManInnocent Smithgone mad
on premises； and doing dreadful things。 Do you know anything of him？'
I went round at once to a distinguished colleague of mine； a doctor
who is also a private detective and an authority on criminal lunacy；
he has come round with me； and is waiting in the cab。 Now you calmly
tell me that this criminal madman is a highly sweet and sane old thing；
with accompaniments that set me speculating on your own definition of sanity。
I hardly comprehend the change。〃
〃Oh； how can one explain a change in sun and moon and everybody's soul？〃
cried Rosamund； in despair。 〃Must I confess we had got so morbid
as to think him mad merely because he wanted to get married； and that we
didn't even know it was only because we wanted to get married ourselves？
We'll humiliate ourselves； if you like； doctor； we're happy enough。〃
〃Where is Mr。 Smith？〃 asked Warner of Inglewood very sharply。
Arthur started； he had forgotten all about the central figure of their farce；
who had not been visible for an hour or more。
〃II think he's on the other side of the house； by the dustbin；〃 he said。
〃He may be on the road to Russia；〃 said Warner； 〃but he must be found。〃
And he strode away and disappeared round a corner of the house
by the sunflowers。
〃I hope；〃 said Rosamund； 〃he won't really interfere with Mr。 Smith。〃
〃Interfere with the daisies！〃 said Michael with a snort。
〃A man can't be locked up for falling in loveat least
I hope not。〃
〃No； I think even a doctor couldn't make a disease out of him。
He'd throw off the doctor like the disease； don't you know？
I believe it's a case of a sort of holy well。 I believe Innocent Smith
is simply innocent； and that is why he is so extraordinary。〃
It was Rosamund who spoke； restlessly tracing circles in the grass
with the point of her white shoe。
〃I think；〃 said Inglewood； 〃that Smith is not extraordinary at all。
He's comic just because he's so startlingly commonplace。
Don't you know what it is to be all one family circle； with aunts
and uncles； when a schoolboy comes home for the holidays？
That bag there on the cab is only a schoolboy's hamper。
This tree here in the garden is only the sort of tree that any
schoolboy would have climbed。 Yes； that's the thing that has
haunted us all about him； the thing we could never fit a word to。
Whether he is my old schoolfellow or no； at least he is all my
old schoolfellows。 He is the endless bun…eating； ball…throwing
animal that we have all been。〃
〃That is only you absurd boys；〃 said Diana。 〃I don't believe
any girl was ever so silly； and I'm sure no girl was ever
so happy； except〃 and she stopped。
〃I will tell you the truth about Innocent Smith；〃 said Michael Moon in a
low voice。 〃Dr。 Warner has gone to look for him in vain。 He is not there。
Haven't you noticed that we never saw him since we found ourselves？
He was an astral baby born on all four of us； he was only our own
youth returned。 Long before poor old Warner had clambered out of his cab；
the thing we called Smith had dissolved into dew and light on this lawn。
Once or twice more； by the mercy of God； we may feel the thing；
but the man we shall never see。 In a spring garden before breakfast
we shall smell the smell called Smith。 In the snapping of brisk twigs
in tiny fires we shall hear a noise named Smith。 Everything insatiable
and innocent in the grasses that gobble up the earth like at a bun feast；
in the white mornings that split the sky as a boy splits up white firwood；
we may feel for one instant the presence of an impetuous purity；
but his innocence was too close to the unconsciousness of inanimate things
not to melt back at a mere touch into the mild hedges and heavens； he〃
He was interrupted from behind the house by a bang like that of a bomb。
Almost at the same instant the stranger in the cab sprang out of it；
leaving it rocking upon the stones of the road。 He clutched the blue railings
of the garden； and peered eagerly over them in the direction of the noise。
He was a small； loose； yet alert man； very thin； with a face that seemed
made out of fish bones； and a silk hat quite as rigid and resplendent
as Warner's； but thrust back recklessly on the hinder part of his head。
〃Murder！〃 he shrieked； in a high and feminine but very penetrating voice。
〃Stop that murderer there！〃
Even as he shrieked a second shot shook the lower windows
of the house； and with the noise of it Dr。 Herbert Warner came
flying round the corner like a leaping rabbit。 Yet before
he had reached the group a third discharge had deafened them；
and they saw with their own eyes two spots of white sky drilled
through the second of the unhappy Herbert's high hats。
The next moment the fugitive physician fell over a flowerpot；
and came down on all floors； staring like a cow。 The hat with
the two shot…holes in it rolled upon the gravel path before him；
and Innocent Smith came round the corner like a railway train。
He was looking twice his proper sizea giant clad in green；
the big revolver still smoking in his hand； his face sanguine
and in shadow； his eyes blazing like all stars； and his yellow
hair standing out all ways like Struwelpeter's。
Though this startling scene hung but an instant in stillness；
Inglewood had time to feel once more what he had felt when
he saw the other lovers standing on the lawnthe sensation
of a certain cut and coloured clearness that belongs rather
to the things of art than to the things of experience。
The broken flowerpot with its red…hot geraniums； the green
bulk of Smith and the black bulk of Warner； the blue…spiked
railings behind； clutched by the stranger's yellow vulture
claws and peered over by his long vulture neck； the silk hat
on the gravel； and the little cloudlet of smoke floating
across the garden as innocently as the puff of a cigarette
all these seemed unnaturally distinct and definite。
They existed； like symbols； in an ecstasy of separation。
Indeed； every object grew more and more particular
and precious because the whole picture was breaking up。
Things look so bright just before they burst。
Long before his fancies had begun； let alone ceased；
Arthur had stepped across and taken one of Smith's arms。
Simultaneously the little stranger had run up the steps and taken
the other。 Smith went into peals of laughter； and surrendered
his pistol with perfect willingness。 Moon raised the doctor
to his feet； and then went and leaned sullenly on the garden gate。
The girls were quiet and vigilant； as good women mostly
are in instants of catastrophe； but their faces showed that；
somehow or other； a light had been dashed out of the sky。
The doctor himself； when he had risen； collected his hat and wits；
and dusting himself down with an air of great disgust； turned to
them in brief apology。 He was very white with his recent panic；
but he spoke with perfect self…control。
〃You will excuse us； ladies；〃 he said； 〃my friend and
Mr。 Inglewood are both scientists in their several ways。
I think we had better all take Mr。 Smith indoors； and communicate
with you later。〃
And under the guard of the three natural philosophers the disarmed Smith
was led tactfully into the house； still roaring with laughter。
From time to time during the next twenty minutes his distant
boom of mirth could again be heard through the half…open window；
but there came no echo of the quiet voices of the physicians。
The girls walked about the garden together； rubbing up each other's
spirits as best they might； Michael Moon still hung heavily against
the gate。 Somewhere about the expiration of tha
