desperate remedies-第39章
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the village again; and called at once on the postmistress; Elizabeth
Leat; an intimate friend of hers; and a female who sported several
unique diseases and afflictions。
Mrs。 Crickett unfolded the paper; took out the hair; and waved it on
high before the perplexed eyes of Elizabeth; which immediately
mooned and wandered after it like a cat's。
'What is it?' said Mrs。 Leat; contracting her eyelids; and
stretching out towards the invisible object a narrow bony hand that
would have been an unmitigated delight to the pencil of Carlo
Crivelli。
'You shall hear;' said Mrs。 Crickett; complacently gathering up the
treasure into her own fat hand; and the secret was then solemnly
imparted; together with the accident of its discovery。
A shaving…glass was taken down from a nail; laid on its back in the
middle of a table by the window; and the hair spread carefully out
upon it。 The pair then bent over the table from opposite sides;
their elbows on the edge; their hands supporting their heads; their
foreheads nearly touching; and their eyes upon the hair。
'He ha' been mad a'ter my lady Cytherea;' said Mrs。 Crickett; 'and
'tis my very belief the hair is'
'No 'tidn'。 Hers idn' so dark as that;' said Elizabeth。
'Elizabeth; you know that as the faithful wife of a servant of the
Church; I should be glad to think as you do about the girl。 Mind I
don't wish to say anything against Miss Graye; but this I do say;
that I believe her to be a nameless thing; and she's no right to
stick a moral clock in her face; and deceive the country in such a
way。 If she wasn't of a bad stock at the outset she was bad in the
planten; and if she wasn't bad in the planten; she was bad in the
growen; and if not in the growen; she's made bad by what she's gone
through since。'
'But I have another reason for knowing it idn' hers;' said Mrs。
Leat。
'Ah! I know whose it is thenMiss Aldclyffe's; upon my song!'
''Tis the colour of hers; but I don't believe it to be hers either。'
'Don't you believe what they d' say about her and him?'
'I say nothen about that; but you don't know what I know about his
letters。'
'What about 'em?'
'He d' post all his letters here except those for one person; and
they he d' take to Budmouth。 My son is in Budmouth Post Office; as
you know; and as he d' sit at desk he can see over the blind of the
window all the people who d' post letters。 Mr。 Manston d'
unvariably go there wi' letters for that person; my boy d' know 'em
by sight well enough now。'
'Is it a she?'
''Tis a she。'
'What's her name?'
'The little stunpoll of a fellow couldn't call to mind more than
that 'tis Miss Somebody; of London。 However; that's the woman who
ha' been here; depend upon'ta wicked onesome poor street…wench
escaped from Sodom; I warrant ye。'
'Only to find herself in Gomorrah; seemingly。'
'That may be。'
'No; no; Mrs。 Leat; this is clear to me。 'Tis no miss who came here
to see our steward last nightwhenever she came or wherever she
vanished。 Do you think he would ha' let a miss get here how she
could; go away how she would; without breakfast or help of any
kind?'
Elizabeth shook her headMrs。 Crickett looked at her solemnly。
'I say I know she had no help of any kind; I know it was so; for the
grate was quite cold when I touched it this morning with these
fingers; and he was still in bed。 No; he wouldn't take the trouble
to write letters to a girl and then treat her so off…hand as that。
There's a tie between 'em stronger than feelen。 She's his wife。'
'He married! The Lord so 's; what shall we hear next? Do he look
married now? His are not the abashed eyes and lips of a married
man。'
'Perhaps she's a tame onebut she's his wife still。'
'No; no: he's not a married man。'
'Yes; yes; he is。 I've had three; and I ought to know。'
'Well; well;' said Mrs。 Leat; giving way。 'Whatever may be the
truth on't I trust Providence will settle it all for the best; as He
always do。'
'Ay; ay; Elizabeth;' rejoined Mrs。 Crickett with a satirical sigh;
as she turned on her foot to go home; 'good people like you may say
so; but I have always found Providence a different sort of feller。'
5。 NOVEMBER THE TWENTIETH
It was Miss Aldclyffe's custom; a custom originated by her father;
and nourished by her own exclusiveness; to unlock the post…bag
herself every morning; instead of allowing the duty to devolve on
the butler; as was the case in most of the neighbouring county
families。 The bag was brought upstairs each morning to her
dressing…room; where she took out the contents; mostly in the
presence of her maid and Cytherea; who had the entree of the chamber
at all hours; and attended there in the morning at a kind of
reception on a small scale; which was held by Miss Aldclyffe of her
namesake only。
Here she read her letters before the glass; whilst undergoing the
operation of being brushed and dressed。
'What woman can this be; I wonder?' she said on the morning
succeeding that of the last section。 '〃London; N。!〃 It is the
first time in my life I ever had a letter from that outlandish
place; the North side of London。'
Cytherea had just come into her presence to learn if there was
anything for herself; and on being thus addressed; walked up to Miss
Aldclyffe's corner of the room to look at the curiosity which had
raised such an exclamation。 But the lady; having opened the
envelope and read a few lines; put it quickly in her pocket; before
Cytherea could reach her side。
'O; 'tis nothing;' she said。 She proceeded to make general remarks
in a noticeably forced tone of sang…froid; from which she soon
lapsed into silence。 Not another word was said about the letter:
she seemed very anxious to get her dressing done; and the room
cleared。 Thereupon Cytherea went away to the other window; and a
few minutes later left the room to follow her own pursuits。
It was late when Miss Aldclyffe descended to the breakfast…table and
then she seemed there to no purpose; tea; coffee; eggs; cutlets; and
all their accessories; were left absolutely untasted。 The next that
was seen of her was when walking up and down the south terrace; and
round the flower…beds; her face was pale; and her tread was fitful;
and she crumpled a letter in her hand。
Dinner…time came round as usual; she did not speak ten words; or
indeed seem conscious of the meal; for all that Miss Aldclyffe did
in the way of eating; dinner might have been taken out as intact as
it was taken in。
In her own private apartment Miss Aldclyffe again pulled out the
letter of the morning。 One passage in it ran thus:
'Of course; being his wife; I could publish the fact; and compel him
to acknowledge me at any moment; notwithstanding his threats; and
reasonings that it will be better to wait。 I have waited; and
waited again; and the time for such acknowledgment seems no nearer
than at first。 To show you how patiently I have waited I can tell
you that not till a fortnight ago; when by stress of circumstances I
had been driven to new lodgings; have I ever assumed my married
name; solely on account of its having been his request all along
that I should not do it。 This writing to you; madam; is my first
disobedience; and I am justified in it。 A woman who is driven to
visit her husband like a thief in the night and then sent away like
a street dogleft to get up; unbolt; unbar; and find her way out of
the house as she best mayis justified in doing anything。
'But should I demand of him a restitution of rights; there would be
involved a publicity which I could not endure; and a noisy scandal
flinging my name the length and breadth of the country。
'What I still prefer to any such violent means is that you reason
with him privately; and compel him to bring me home to your parish
in a decent and careful manner; in the way that would be adopted by
any respectable man; whose wife had been living away from him for
some time; by reason; say; of peculiar family circumstances which
had caused disunion; but not enmity; and who at length was enabled
to reinstate her in his house。
'You will; I know; oblige me in this; especially as knowledge of a
peculiar tra