the life of charlotte bronte-1-第60章
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f blackest guilt and treachery; without specifying what they were; and altogether evincing an irritability of disposition bordering on insanity。
Charlotte and Emily suffered acutely from his mysterious behaviour。 He expressed himself more than satisfied with his situation; he was remaining in it for a longer time than he had ever done in any kind of employment before; so that for some time they could not conjecture that anything there made him so wilful; and restless; and full of both levity and misery。 But a sense of something wrong connected with him; sickened and oppressed them。 They began to lose all hope in his future career。 He was no longer the family pride; an indistinct dread; caused partly by his own conduct; partly by expressions of agonising suspicion in Anne's letters home; was creeping over their minds that he might turn out their deep disgrace。 But; I believe; they shrank from any attempt to define their fears; and spoke of him to each other as little as possible。 They could not help but think; and mourn; and wonder。
〃Feb。 20th; 1845。
〃I spent a week at H。; not very pleasantly; headache; sickliness; and flatness of spirits; made me a poor companion; a sad drag on the vivacious and loquacious gaiety of all the other inmates of the house。 I never was fortunate enough to be able to rally; for as much as a single hour; while I was there。 I am sure all; with the exception perhaps of Mary; were very glad when I took my departure。 I begin to perceive that I have too little life in me; now…a…days; to be fit company for any except very quiet people。 Is it age; or what else; that changes me so?〃
Alas! she hardly needed to have asked this question。 How could she be otherwise than 〃flat…spirited;〃 〃a poor companion;〃 and a 〃sad drag〃 on the gaiety of those who were light…hearted and happy! Her honest plan for earning her own livelihood had fallen away; crumbled to ashes; after all her preparations; not a pupil had offered herself; and; instead of being sorry that this wish of many years could not be realised; she had reason to be glad。 Her poor father; nearly sightless; depended upon her cares in his blind helplessness; but this was a sacred pious charge; the duties of which she was blessed in fulfilling。 The black gloom hung over what had once been the brightest hope of the familyover Branwell; and the mystery in which his wayward conduct was enveloped。 Somehow and sometime; he would have to turn to his home as a hiding place for shame; such was the sad foreboding of his sisters。 Then how could she be cheerful; when she was losing her dear and noble 〃Mary;〃 for such a length of time and distance of space that her heart might well prophesy that it was 〃for ever〃? Long before; she had written of Mary T。; that she 〃was full of feelings noble; warm; generous; devoted; and profound。 God bless her! I never hope to see in this world a character more truly noble。 She would die willingly for one she loved。 Her intellect and attainments are of the very highest standard。〃 And this was the friend whom she was to lose! Hear that friend's account of their final interview:…
〃When I last saw Charlotte (Jan。 1845); she told me she had quite decided to stay at home。 She owned she did not like it。 Her health was weak。 She said she should like any change at first; as she had liked Brussels at first; and she thought that there must be some possibility for some people of having a life of more variety and more communion with human kind; but she saw none for her。 I told her very warmly; that she ought not to stay at home; that to spend the next five years at home; in solitude and weak health; would ruin her; that she would never recover it。 Such a dark shadow came over her face when I said; 'Think of what you'll be five years hence!' that I stopped; and said; 'Don't cry; Charlotte!' She did not cry; but went on walking up and down the room; and said in a little while; 'But I intend to stay; Polly。'〃
A few weeks after she parted from Mary; she gives this account of her days at Haworth。
〃March 24th; 1845。
〃I can hardly tell you how time gets on at Haworth。 There is no event whatever to mark its progress。 One day resembles another; and all have heavy; lifeless physiognomies。 Sunday; baking…day; and Saturday; are the only ones that have any distinctive mark。 Meantime; life wears away。 I shall soon be thirty; and I have done nothing yet。 Sometimes I get melancholy at the prospect before and behind me。 Yet it is wrong and foolish to repine。 Undoubtedly; my duty directs me to stay at home for the present。 There was a time when Haworth was a very pleasant place to me; it is not so now。 I feel as if we were all buried here。 I long to travel; to work; to live a life of action。 Excuse me; dear; for troubling you with my fruitless wishes。 I will put by the rest; and not trouble you with them。 You must write to me。 If you knew how welcome your letters are; you would write very often。 Your letters; and the French newspapers; are the only messengers that come to me from the outer world beyond our moors; and very welcome messengers they are。〃
One of her daily employments was to read to her father; and it required a little gentle diplomacy on her part to effect this duty; for there were times when the offer of another to do what he had been so long accustomed to do for himself; only reminded him too painfully of the deprivation under which he was suffering。 And; in secret; she; too; dreaded a similar loss for herself。 Long…continued ill health; a deranged condition of the liver; her close application to minute drawing and writing in her younger days; her now habitual sleeplessness at nights; the many bitter noiseless tears she had shed over Branwell's mysterious and distressing conductall these causes were telling on her poor eyes; and about this time she thus writes to M。 Heger:…
〃Il n'y a rien que je crains comme le desoeuvrement; l'inertie; la lethargie des facultes。 Quand le corps est paresseux l'esprit souffre cruellement; je ne connaitrais pas cette lethargie; si je pouvais ecrire。 Autrefois je passais des journees; des semaines; des mois entiers e ecrire; et pas tout…e…fait sans fruit; puisque Southey et Coleridge; deux de nos meilleurs auteurs; e qui j'ai envoye certains manuscrits; en ont bien voulu temoigner leur approbation; mais e present; j'ai la vue trop faible; si j'ecrivais beaueoup je deviendrais aveugle。 Cette faiblesse de vue est pour moi une terrible privation; sans cela; savez…vous ce que je ferais; Monsieur? J'ecrirais un livre et je le dedierais e mon maitre de litterature; au seul maitre que j'aie jamais eue vous; Monsieur! Je vous ai dit souvent en francais combien je vous respecte; combien je suis redevable e votre bonte; e vos conseils。 Je voudrais le dire une fois en anglais。 Cela ne se peut pas; il ne faut pas y penser。 La carriere des lettres m'est fermee 。 。 。 N'oubliez pas de me dire comment vous vous portez; comment Madame et les enfants se portent。 Je compte bientot avoir de vos nouvelles; cette idee me souris; car le souvenir de vos bontes ne s'effacera jamais de ma memoire; et tant que ce souvenir durera; le respect que vous m'avez inspire durera aussi。 Agreez; Monsieur;〃 &c。
It is probable; that even her sisters and most intimate friends did not know of this dread of ultimate blindness which beset her at this period。 What eyesight she had to spare she reserved for the use of her father。 She did but little plain…sewing; not more writing than could be avoided; and employed herself principally in knitting。
〃April 2nd; 1845。
〃I see plainly it is proved to us that there is scarcely a draught of unmingled happiness to be had in this world。 …'s illness comes with …'s marriage。 Mary T。 finds herself free; and on that path to adventure and exertion to which she has so long been seeking admission。 Sickness; hardship; danger are her fellow travellers her inseparable companions。 She may have been out of the reach of these S。 W。 N。 W。 gales; before they began to blow; or they may have spent their fury on land; and not ruffled the sea much。 If it has been otherwise; she has been sorely tossed; while we have been sleeping in our beds; or lying awake thin