eminent victorians-第68章
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uncompleted he procured hundreds of yards of cotton; which he
dyed the colour of earth; and spread out in long; sloping lines;
so as to deceive the Arabs; while the real works were being
prepared farther back。 When a lack of money began to make itself
felt; he printed and circulated a paper coinage of his own。 To
combat the growing discontent and disaffection of the
townspeople; he instituted a system of orders and medals; the
women were not forgotten; and his popularity redoubled。 There was
terror in the thought that harm might come to the Governor…
General。 Awe and reverence followed him; wherever he went he was
surrounded by a vigilant and jealous guard; like some precious
idol; some mascot of victory。 How could he go away? How could he
desert his people? It was impossible。 It would be; as he himself
exclaimed in one of his latest telegrams to Sir Evelyn Baring;
'the climax of meanness'; even to contemplate such an act。 Sir
Evelyn Baring thought differently。 In his opinion it was General
Gordon's plain duty to have come away from Khartoum。 To stay
involved inevitably a relief expeditiona great expense of
treasure and the loss of valuable lives; to come away would
merely mean that the inhabitants of Khartoum would be 'taken
prisoner by the Mahdi'。 So Sir Evelyn Baring put it; but the case
was not quite so simple as that。 When Berber fell; there had been
a massacre lasting for days an appalling orgy of loot and lust
and slaughter; when Khartoum itself was captured; what followed
was still more terrible。 Decidedly; it was no child's play to be
'taken prisoner by the Mahdi'。 And Gordon was actually there;
among those people; in closest intercourse with them;
responsible; beloved。 Yes; no doubt。 But was that in truth; his
only motive? Did he not wish in reality; by lingering in
Khartoum; to force the hand of the Government? To oblige them;
whether they would or no; to send an army to smash up the Mahdi?
And was that fair? Was THAT his duty? He might protest; with his
last breath; that he had 'tried to do his duty'; Sir Evelyn
Baring; at any rate; would not agree。
But Sir Evelyn Baring was inaudible; and Gordon now cared very
little for his opinions。 Is it possible that; if only for a
moment; in his extraordinary predicament; he may have listened to
another and a very different voicea voice of singular quality;
a voice whichfor so one would fain imaginemay well have
wakened some familiar echoes in his heart? One day; he received a
private letter from the Mahdi。 The letter was accompanied by a
small bundle of clothes。 'In the name of God!' wrote the Mahdi;
'herewith a suit of clothes; consisting of a coat (jibbeh); an
overcoat; a turban; a cap; a girdle; and beads。 This is the
clothing of those who have given up this world and its vanities;
and who look for the world to come; for everlasting happiness in
Paradise。 If you truly desire to come to God and seek to live a
godly life; you must at once wear this suit; and come out to
accept your everlasting good fortune。' Did the words bear no
meaning to the mystic of Gravesend? But he was an English
gentleman; an English officer。 He flung the clothes to the
ground; and trampled on them in the sight of all。 Then; alone; he
went up to the roof of his high palace; and turned the telescope
once more; almost mechanically; towards the north。
But nothing broke the immovability of that hard horizon; and;
indeed; how was it possible that help should come to him now? He
seemed to be utterly abandoned。 Sir Evelyn Baring had disappeared
into his financial conference。 In England; Mr。 Gladstone had held
firm; had outfaced the House of Commons; had ignored the Press。
He appeared to have triumphed。 Though it was clear that no
preparations of any kind were being made for the relief of
Gordon; the anxiety and agitation of the public; which had risen
so suddenly to such a height of vehemence; had died down。 The
dangerous beast had been quelled by the stern eye of its master。
Other questions became more interestingthe Reform Bill; the
Russians; the House of Lords。 Gordon; silent in Khartoum; had
almost dropped out of remembrance。 And yet; help did come after
all。 And it came from an unexpected quarter。 Lord Hartington had
been for some time convinced that he was responsible for Gordon's
appointment; and his conscience was beginning to grow
uncomfortable。
Lord Hartington's conscience was of a piece with the rest of him。
It was not; like Mr。 Gladstone's; a salamander…consciencean
intangible; dangerous creature; that loved to live in the fire;
nor was it; like Gordon's; a restless conscience; nor; like Sir
Evelyn Baring's; a diplomatic conscience; it was a commonplace
affair。 Lord Hartington himself would have been disgusted by any
mention of it。 If he had been obliged; he would have alluded to
it distantly; he would have muttered that it was a bore not to do
the proper thing。 He was usually boredfor one reason or
another; but this particular form of boredom he found more
intense than all the rest。 He would take endless pains to avoid
it。 Of course; the whole thing was a nuisancean obvious
nuisance; and everyone else must feel just as he did about it。
And yet people seemed to have got it into their heads that he had
some kind of special faculty in such mattersthat there was some
peculiar value in his judgment on a question of right and wrong。
He could not understand why it was; but whenever there was a
dispute about cards in a club; it was brought to him to settle。
It was most odd。 But it was trite。 In public affairs; no less
than in private; Lord Hartington's decisions carried an
extraordinary weight。 The feeling of his idle friends in high
society was shared by the great mass of the English people; here
was a man they could trust。 For indeed he was built upon a
pattern which was very dear to his countrymen。 It was not simply
that he was honest: it was that his honesty was an English
honestyan honest which naturally belonged to one who; so it
seemed to them; was the living image of what an Englishman should
be。
In Lord Hartington they saw; embodied and glorified; the very
qualities which were nearest to their heartsimpartiality;
solidity; common sensethe qualities by which they themselves
longed to be distinguished; and by which; in their happier
moments; they believed they were。 If ever they began to have
misgivings; there; at any rate; was the example of Lord
Hartington to encourage them and guide themLord Hartington who
was never self…seeking; who was never excited; and who had no
imagination at all。 Everything they knew about him fitted into
the picture; adding to their admiration and respect。 His fondness
for field sports gave them a feeling of security; and certainly
there could be no nonsense about a man who confessed to two
ambitionsto become Prime Minister and to win the Derbyand who
put the second above the first。 They loved him for his
casualnessfor his inexactnessfor refusing to make life a cut…
and…dried businessfor ramming an official dispatch of high
importance into his coat…pocket; and finding it there; still
unopened; at Newmarket; several days later。 They loved him for
his hatred of fine sentiments; they were delighted when they
heard that at some function; on a florid speaker's avowing that
'this was the proudest moment of his life'; Lord Hartington had
growled in an undertone 'the proudest moment of my life was when
MY pig won the prize at Skipton Fair'。 Above all; they loved him
for being dull。 It was the greatest comfortwith Lord Hartington
they could always be absolutely certain that he would never; in
any circumstances; be either brilliant; or subtle; or surprising;
or impassioned; or profound。 As they sat; listening to his
speeches; in which considerations of stolid plainness succeeded
one another with complete flatness; they felt; involved and
supported by the colossal tedium; that their confiden