armadale-第54章
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If it's about the governess; I've got something (in an indirect
sort of way) to do with it too。〃
Major Milroy smiled。 Before he could answer; his daughter; who
had been reading the advertisement; appealed to him eagerly; for
the second time。
〃Oh; papa;〃 she said; 〃there's one thing here I don't like at
all! Why do you put grandmamma's initials at the end? Why do you
tell them to write to grandmamma's house in London?〃
〃My dear! your mother can do nothing in this matter; as you know。
And as for me (even if I went to London); questioning strange
ladies about their characters and accomplishments is the last
thing in the world that I am fit to do。 Your grandmamma is on the
spot; and your grandmamma is the proper person to receive the
letters; and to make all the necessary inquires。〃
〃But I want to see the letters myself;〃 persisted the spoiled
child。 〃Some of them are sure to be amusing〃
〃I don't apologize for this very unceremonious reception of you;
Mr。 Armadale;〃 said the major; turning to Allan; with a quaint
and quiet humor。 〃It may be useful as a warning; if you ever
chance to marry and have a daughter; not to begin; as I have
done; by letting her have her own way。〃
Allan laughed; and Miss Milroy persisted。
〃Besides;〃 she went on; 〃I should like to help in choosing which
letters we answer; and which we don't。 I think I ought to have
some voice in the selection of my own governess。 Why not tell
them; papa; to send their letters down hereto the post…office
or the stationer's; or anywhere you like? When you and I have
read them; we can send up the letters we prefer to grandmamma;
and she can ask all the questions; and pick out the best
governess; just as you have arranged already; without leaving ME
entirely in the dark; which I consider (don't you; Mr。 Armadale?)
to be quite inhuman。 Let me alter the address; papa; do; there's
a darling!〃
〃We shall get no breakfast; Mr。 Armadale; if I don't say Yes;〃
said the major good…humoredly。 〃Do as you like; my dear;〃 he
added; turning to his daughter。 〃As long as it ends in your
grandmamma's managing the matter for us; the rest is of very
little consequence。〃
Miss Milroy took up her father's pen; drew it through the last
line of the advertisement; and wrote the altered address with her
own hand as follows:
〃_Apply; by letter; to M。; Post…office; Thorpe Ambrose;
Norfolk。_〃
〃There!〃 she said; bustling to her place at the breakfast…table。
〃The advertisement may go to London now; and; if a governess
_does_ come of it; oh; papa; who in the name of wonder will she
be?Tea or coffee; Mr。 Armadale? I'm really ashamed of having
kept you waiting。 But it is such a comfort;〃 she added; saucily;
〃to get all one's business off one's mind before breakfast!〃
Father; daughter; and guest sat down together sociably at the
little round table; the best of good neighbors and good friends
already。
Three days later; one of the London newsboys got _his_ business
off his mind before breakfast。 His district was Diana Street;
Pimlico; and the last of the morning's newspapers which he
disposed of was the newspaper he left at Mrs。 Oldershaw's door。
CHAPTER III。
THE CLAIMS OF SOCIETY。
MORE than an hour after Allan had set forth on his exploring
expedition through his own grounds; Midwinter rose; and enjoyed;
in his turn; a full view by daylight of the magnificence of the
new house。
Refreshed by his long night's rest; he descended the great
staircase as cheerfully as Allan himself One after another; he;
too; looked into the spacious rooms on the ground floor in
breathless astonishment at the beauty and the luxury which
surrounded him。 〃The house where I lived in service when I was a
boy; was a fine one;〃 he thought; gayly; 〃but it was nothing to
this! I wonder if Allan is as surprised and delighted as I am?〃
The beauty of the summer morning drew him out through the open
hall door; as it had drawn his friend out before him。 He ran
briskly down the steps; humming the burden of one of the old
vagabond tunes which he had danced to long since in the old
vagabond time。 Even the memories of his wretched childhood took
their color; on that happy morning。 from the bright medium
through which he looked back at them。 〃If I was not out of
practice;〃 he thought to himself; as he leaned on the fence and
looked over at the park; 〃I could try some of my old tumbling
tricks on that delicious grass。〃 He turned; noticed two of the
servants talking together near the shrubbery; and asked for news
of the master of the house。
The men pointed with a smile in the direction of the gardens; Mr。
Armadale had gone that way more than an hour since; and had met
(as had been reported) with Miss Milroy in the grounds。 Midwinter
followed the path through the shrubbery; but; on reaching the
flower garden; stopped; considered a little; and retraced his
steps。 〃If Allan has met with the young lady;〃 he said to
himself; 〃Allan doesn't want me。〃 He laughed as he drew that
inevitable inference; and turned considerately to explore the
beauties of Thorpe Ambrose on the other side of the house。
Passing the angle of the front wall of the building; he descended
some steps; advanced along a paved walk; turned another angle;
and found himself in a strip of garden ground at the back of the
house。
Behind him was a row of small rooms situated on the level of the
servants' offices。 In front of him; on the further side of the
little garden; rose a wall; screened by a laurel hedge; and
having a door at one end of it; leading past the stables to a
gate that opened on the high…road。 Perceiving that he had only
discovered thus far the shorter way to the house; used by the
servants and trades…people; Midwinter turned back again; and
looked in at the window of one of the rooms on the basement story
as he passed it。 Were these the servants' offices? No; the
offices were apparently in some other part of the ground…floor;
the window he had looked in at was the window of a lumber…room。
The next two rooms in the row were both empty。 The fourth window;
when he approached it; presented a little variety。 It served also
as a door; and it stood open to the garden at that moment。
Attracted by the book…shelves which he noticed on one of the
walls; Midwinter stepped into the room。
The books; few in number; did not detain him long; a glance at
their backs was enough without taking them down。 The Waverley
Novels; Tales by Miss Edgeworth; and by Miss Edgeworth's many
followers; the Poems of Mrs。 Hemans; with a few odd volumes of
the illustrated gift…books of the period; composed the bulk of
the little library。 Midwinter turned to leave the room; when an
object on one side of the window; which he had not previously
noticed; caught his attention and stopped him。 It was a statuette
standing on a bracketa reduced copy of the famous Niobe of the
Florence Museum。 He glanced from the statuette to the window;
with a sudden doubt which set his heart throbbing fast。 It was a
French window。 He looked out with a suspicion which he had not
felt yet。 The view before him was the view of a lawn and garden。
For a moment his mind struggled blindly to escape the conclusion
which had seized it; and struggled in vain。 Here; close round him
and close before himhere; forcing him mercilessly back from the
happy present to the horrible past; was the room that Allan had
seen in the Second Vision of the Dream。
He waited; thinking and looking round him while he thought。 There
was wonderfully li ttle disturbance in his face and manner; he
looked steadily from one to the other of the few objects in the
room; as if the discovery of it had saddened rather than
surprised him。 Matting of some foreign sort covered the floor。
Two cane chairs and a plain table comprised the whole of the
furniture。 The walls were plainly papered; and barebroken to
the eye in one place by a door leading into the interior of the
house; in another; by a small stove; in a third; by the
book…shelves which Midwinter had already noticed。 He returned to
the books; and this time he took some of them down from the
shelves。
The first that he opened contained lines in a woman's