for the term of his natural life-第54章
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ation among the mountains； and many dapper clerks on the civil establishment envied Maurice Frere his good fortune。 Some went so far as to say that the beautiful daughter of 〃Regulation Vickers〃 was too good for the coarse red…faced Frere； who was noted for his fondness for low society； and overbearing； almost brutal demeanour。 No one denied； however； that Captain Frere was a valuable officer。 It was said that； in consequence of his tastes； he knew more about the tricks of convicts than any man on the island。 It was said； even； that he was wont to disguise himself； and mix with the pass…holders and convict servants； in order to learn their signs and mysteries。 When in charge at Bridgewater it had been his delight to rate the chain…gangs in their own hideous jargon； and to astound a new…comer by his knowledge of his previous history。 The convict population hated and cringed to him； for； with his brutality； and violence； he mingled a ferocious good humour； that resulted sometimes in tacit permission to go without the letter of the law。 Yet； as the convicts themselves said； 〃a man was never safe with the Captain〃； for； after drinking and joking with them； as the Sir Oracle of some public…house whose hostess he delighted to honour； he would disappear through a side door just as the constables burst in at the back； and show himself as remorseless； in his next morning's sentence of the captured； as if he had never entered a tap…room in all his life。 His superiors called this 〃zeal〃； his inferiors 〃treachery〃。 For himself； he laughed。 〃Everything is fair to those wretches；〃 he was accustomed to say。
As the time for his marriage approached； however； he had in a measure given up these exploits； and strove； by his demeanour； to make his acquaintances forget several remarkable scandals concerning his private life； for the promulgation of which he once cared little。 When Commandant at the Maria Island； and for the first two years after his return from the unlucky expedition to Macquarie Harbour； he had not suffered any fear of society's opinion to restrain his vices； but； as the affection for the pure young girl； who looked upon him as her saviour from a dreadful death； increased in honest strength； he had resolved to shut up those dark pages in his colonial experience； and to read therein no more。 He was not remorseful； he was not even disgusted。 He merely came to the conclusion that； when a man married； he was to consider certain extravagances common to all bachelors as at an end。 He had 〃had his fling； like all young men〃； perhaps he had been foolish like most young men； but no reproachful ghost of past misdeeds haunted him。 His nature was too prosaic to admit the existence of such phantoms。 Sylvia； in her purity and excellence； was so far above him； that in raising his eyes to her； he lost sight of all the sordid creatures to whose level he had once debased himself； and had come in part to regard the sins he had committed； before his redemption by the love of this bright young creature； as evil done by him under a past condition of existence； and for the consequences of which he was not responsible。 One of the consequences； however； was very close to him at this moment。 His convict servant had； according to his instructions； sat up for him； and as he entered； the man handed him a letter； bearing a superscription in a female hand。
〃Who brought this？〃 asked Frere； hastily tearing it open to read。 〃The groom； sir。 He said that there was a gentleman at the 'George the Fourth' who wished to see you。〃
Frere smiled； in admiration of the intelligence which had dictated such a message； and then frowned in anger at the contents of the letter。 〃You needn't wait；〃 he said to the man。 〃I shall have to go back again； I suppose。〃
Changing his forage cap for a soft hat； and selecting a stick from a miscellaneous collection in a corner； he prepared to retrace his steps。 〃What does she want now？〃 he asked himself fiercely； as he strode down the moonlit road； but beneath the fierceness there was an under…current of petulance； which implied that； whatever 〃she〃 did want； she had a right to expect。
The 〃George the Fourth〃 was a long low house； situated in Elizabeth Street。 Its front was painted a dull red； and the narrow panes of glass in its windows； and the ostentatious affectation of red curtains and homely comfort； gave to it a spurious appearance of old English jollity。 A knot of men round the door melted into air as Captain Frere approached； for it was now past eleven o'clock； and all persons found in the streets after eight could be compelled to 〃show their pass〃 or explain their business。 The convict constables were not scrupulous in the exercise of their duty； and the bluff figure of Frere； clad in the blue serge which he affected as a summer costume； looked not unlike that of a convict constable。
Pushing open the side door with the confident manner of one well acquainted with the house； Frere entered； and made his way along a narrow passage to a glass door at the further end。 A tap upon this door brought a white…faced； pock…pitted Irish girl； who curtsied with servile recognition of the visitor； and ushered him upstairs。 The room into which he was shown was a large one。 It had three windows looking into the street； and was handsomely furnished。 The carpet was soft； the candles were bright； and the supper tray gleamed invitingly from a table between the windows。 As Frere entered； a little terrier ran barking to his feet。 It was evident that he was not a constant visitor。 The rustle of a silk dress behind the terrier betrayed the presence of a woman； and Frere； rounding the promontory of an ottoman； found himself face to face with Sarah Purfoy。
〃Thank you for coming；〃 she said。 〃Pray； sit down。〃
This was the only greeting that passed between them； and Frere sat down； in obedience to a motion of a plump hand that twinkled with rings。
The eleven years that had passed since we last saw this woman had dealt gently with her。 Her foot was as small and her hand as white as of yore。 Her hair； bound close about her head； was plentiful and glossy； and her eyes had lost none of their dangerous brightness。 Her figure was coarser； and the white arm that gleamed through a muslin sleeve showed an outline that a fastidious artist might wish to modify。 The most noticeable change was in her face。 The cheeks owned no longer that delicate purity which they once boasted； but had become thicker； while here and there showed those faint red streaksas though the rich blood throbbed too painfully in the veinswhich are the first signs of the decay of 〃fine〃 women。 With middle age and the fullness of figure to which most women of her temperament are prone； had come also that indescribable vulgarity of speech and manner which habitual absence of moral restraint never fails to produce。
Maurice Frere spoke first； he was anxious to bring his visit to as speedy a termination as possible。 〃What do you want of me？〃 he asked。
Sarah Purfoy laughed； a forced laugh； that sounded so unnatural； that Frere turned to look at her。 〃I want you to do me a favour a very great favour； that is if it will not put you out of the way。〃
〃What do you mean？〃 asked Frere roughly； pursing his lips with a sullen air。 〃Favour！ What do you call this？〃 striking the sofa on which he sat。 〃Isn't this a favour？ What do you call your precious house and all that's in it？ Isn't that a favour？ What do you mean？〃
To his utter astonishment the woman replied by shedding tears。 For some time he regarded her in silence； as if unwilling to be softened by such shallow device； but eventually felt constrained to say something。 〃Have you been drinking again？〃 he asked； 〃or what's the matter with you？ Tell me what it is you want； and have done with it。 I don't know what possessed me to come here at all。〃
Sarah sat upright； and dashed away her tears with one passionate hand。
〃I am ill； can't you see； you fool！〃 said she。 〃The news has unnerved me。 If I have been drinking； what then？ It's nothing to you； is it？〃
〃Oh； no；〃 returned the other； 〃it's nothing to me。 You are the principal party concerned。 If you choose to bloat yourself with brandy； do it by all m
