the trees of pride-第2章
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〃I am exceedingly sorry your girl is so unwell；〃 said Vane shortly。 〃But really〃 and he strode down the steep road with plunging strides。
The boat was already secured to the little stone jetty； and the boatman； a younger shadow of the woodcutter and； indeed； a nephew of that useful malcontentsaluted his territorial lord with the sullen formality of the family。 The Squire acknowledged it casually and had soon forgotten all such things in shaking hands with the visitor who had just come ashore。 The visitor was a long； loose man； very lean to be so young； whose long； fine features seemed wholly fitted together of bone and nerve； and seemed somehow to contrast with his hair； that showed in vivid yellow patches upon his hollow temples under the brim of his white holiday hat。 He was carefully dressed in exquisite taste； though he had come straight from a considerable sea voyage； and he carried something in his hand which in his long European travels； and even longer European visits； he had almost forgotten to call a gripsack。
Mr。 Cyprian Paynter was an American who lived in Italy。 There was a good deal more to be said about him； for he was a very acute and cultivated gentleman； but those two facts would； perhaps； cover most of the others。 Storing his mind like a museum with the wonder of the Old World； but all lit up as by a window with the wonder of the New； he had fallen heir to some thing of the unique critical position of Ruskin or Pater； and was further famous as a discoverer of minor poets。 He was a judicious discoverer； and he did not turn all his minor poets into major prophets。 If his geese were swans； they were not all Swans of Avon。 He had even incurred the deadly suspicion of classicism by differing from his young friends； the Punctuist Poets； when they produced versification consisting exclusively of commas and colons。 He had a more humane sympathy with the modern flame kindled from the embers of Celtic mythology； and it was in reality the recent appearance of a Cornish poet； a sort of parallel to the new Irish poets； which had brought him on this occasion to Cornwall。 He was； indeed； far too well…mannered to allow a host to guess that any pleasure was being sought outside his own hospitality。 He had a long standing invitation from Vane； whom he had met in Cyprus in the latter's days of undiplomatic diplomacy； and Vane was not aware that relations had only been thus renewed after the critic had read Merlin and Other Verses； by a new writer named John Treherne。 Nor did the Squire even begin to realize the much more diplomatic diplomacy by which he had been induced to invite the local bard to lunch on the very day of the American critic's arrival。
Mr。 Paynter was still standing with his gripsack； gazing in a trance of true admiration at the hollowed crags； topped by the gray； grotesque wood； and crested finally by the three fantastic trees。
〃It is like being shipwrecked on the coast of fairyland；〃 he said；
〃I hope you haven't been shipwrecked much；〃 replied his host； smiling。 〃I fancy Jake here can look after you very well。〃
Mr。 Paynter looked across at the boatman and smiled also。 〃I am afraid；〃 he said； 〃our friend is not quite so enthusiastic for this landscape as I am。〃
〃Oh； the trees； I suppose！〃 said the Squire wearily。
The boatman was by normal trade a fisherman； but as his house； built of black tarred timber； stood right on the foreshore a few yards from the pier； he was employed in such cases as a sort of ferryman。 He was a big； black…browed youth generally silent； but something seemed now to sting him into speech。
〃Well； sir；〃 he said； 〃everybody knows it's not natural。 Everybody knows the sea blights trees and beats them under； when they're only just trees。 These things thrive like some unholy great seaweed that don't belong to the land at all。 It's like thethe blessed sea serpent got on shore； Squire； and eating everything up。〃
〃There is some stupid legend；〃 said Squire Vane gruffly。 〃But come up into the garden； I want to introduce you to my daughter。〃
When； however； they reached the little table under the tree； the apparently immovable young lady had moved away after all； and it was some time before they came upon the track of her。 She had risen； though languidly； and wandered slowly along the upper path of the terraced garden looking down on the lower path where it ran closer to the main bulk of the little wood by the sea。
Her languor was not a feebleness but rather a fullness of life； like that of a child half awake； she seemed to stretch herself and enjoy everything without noticing anything。 She passed the wood； into the gray huddle of which a single white path vanished through a black hole。 Along this part of the terrace ran something like a low rampart or balustrade； embowered with flowers at intervals； and she leaned over it； looking down At another glimpse of the glowing sea behind the clump of trees； and on another irregular path tumbling down to the pier and the boatman's cottage on the beach。
As she gazed； sleepily enough； she saw that a strange figure was very actively climbing the path； apparently coming from the fisherman's cottage； so actively that a moment afterwards it came out between the trees and stood upon the path just below her。 It was not only a figure strange to her； but one somewhat strange in itself。 It was that of a man still young； and seeming somehow younger than his own clothes； which were not only shabby but antiquated； clothes common enough in texture； yet carried in an uncommon fashion。 He wore what was presumably a light waterproof； perhaps through having come off the sea； but it was held at the throat by one button； and hung； sleeves and all； more like a cloak than a coat。 He rested one bony hand on a black stick； under the shadow of his broad hat his black hair hung down in a tuft or two。 His face； which was swarthy； but rather handsome in itself； wore something that may have been a slightly embarrassed smile； but had too much the appearance of a sneer。
Whether this apparition was a tramp or a trespasser； or a friend of some of the fishers or woodcutters； Barbara Vane was quite unable to guess。 He removed his hat； still with his unaltered and rather sinister smile； and said civilly： 〃Excuse me。 The Squire asked me to call。〃 Here he caught sight of Martin； the woodman； who was shifting along the path； thinning the thin trees； and the stranger made a familiar salute with one finger。
The girl did not know what to say。 〃Have youhave you come about cutting the wood？〃 she asked at last。
〃I would I were so honest a man；〃 replied the stranger。 〃Martin is； I fancy； a distant cousin of mine； we Cornish folk just round here are nearly all related； you know； but I do not cut wood。 I do not cut anything； except； perhaps； capers。 I am； so to speak； a jongleur。〃
〃A what？〃 asked Barbara。
〃A minstrel； shall we say？〃 answered the newcomer； and looked up at her more steadily。 During a rather odd silence their eyes rested on each other。 What she saw has been already noted； though by her； at any rate； not in the least understood。 What he saw was a decidedly beautiful woman with a statuesque face and hair that shone in the sun like a helmet of copper。
〃Do you know；〃 he went on； 〃that in this old place； hundreds of years ago； a jongleur may really have stood where I stand； and a lady may really have looked over that wall and thrown him money？〃
〃Do you want money？〃 she asked； all at sea。
〃Well；〃 drawled the stranger； 〃in the sense of lacking it； perhaps； but I fear there is no place now for a minstrel； except nigger minstrel。 I must apologize for not blacking my face。〃
She laughed a little in her bewilderment； and said： 〃Well； I hardly think you need do that。〃
〃You think the natives here are dark enough already； perhaps；〃 he observed calmly。 〃After all； we are aborigines； and are treated as such。〃
She threw out some desperate remark about the weather or the scenery； and wondered what would happen next。
〃The prospect is certainly beautiful；〃 he assented； in the same enigmatic manner。 〃There is only one thing in it I am doubtful about。〃
While she stood in silence he slowly lifted his black stick like a long
