lazy tour of two idle apprentices-第24章
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nature; and my story; known to two living men together。 I waited
for the coming of two living men together into the Bride's Chamber;
years upon years。 It was infused into my knowledge (of the means I
am ignorant) that if two living men; with their eyes open; could be
in the Bride's Chamber at One in the morning; they would see me
sitting in my chair。
'At length; the whispers that the room was spiritually troubled;
brought two men to try the adventure。 I was scarcely struck upon
the hearth at midnight (I come there as if the Lightning blasted me
into being); when I heard them ascending the stairs。 Next; I saw
them enter。 One of them was a bold; gay; active man; in the prime
of life; some five and forty years of age; the other; a dozen years
younger。 They brought provisions with them in a basket; and
bottles。 A young woman accompanied them; with wood and coals for
the lighting of the fire。 When she had lighted it; the bold; gay;
active man accompanied her along the gallery outside the room; to
see her safely down the staircase; and came back laughing。
'He locked the door; examined the chamber; put out the contents of
the basket on the table before the fire … little recking of me; in
my appointed station on the hearth; close to him … and filled the
glasses; and ate and drank。 His companion did the same; and was as
cheerful and confident as he: though he was the leader。 When they
had supped; they laid pistols on the table; turned to the fire; and
began to smoke their pipes of foreign make。
'They had travelled together; and had been much together; and had
an abundance of subjects in common。 In the midst of their talking
and laughing; the younger man made a reference to the leader's
being always ready for any adventure; that one; or any other。 He
replied in these words:
'〃Not quite so; Dick; if I am afraid of nothing else; I am afraid
of myself。〃
'His companion seeming to grow a little dull; asked him; in what
sense? How?
'〃Why; thus;〃 he returned。 〃Here is a Ghost to be disproved。
Well! I cannot answer for what my fancy might do if I were alone
here; or what tricks my senses might play with me if they had me to
themselves。 But; in company with another man; and especially with
Dick; I would consent to outface all the Ghosts that were ever of
in the universe。〃
'〃I had not the vanity to suppose that I was of so much importance
to…night;〃 said the other。
'〃Of so much;〃 rejoined the leader; more seriously than he had
spoken yet; 〃that I would; for the reason I have given; on no
account have undertaken to pass the night here alone。〃
'It was within a few minutes of One。 The head of the younger man
had drooped when he made his last remark; and it drooped lower now。
'〃Keep awake; Dick!〃 said the leader; gaily。 〃The small hours are
the worst。〃
'He tried; but his head drooped again。
'〃Dick!〃 urged the leader。 〃Keep awake!〃
'〃I can't;〃 he indistinctly muttered。 〃I don't know what strange
influence is stealing over me。 I can't。〃
'His companion looked at him with a sudden horror; and I; in my
different way; felt a new horror also; for; it was on the stroke of
One; and I felt that the second watcher was yielding to me; and
that the curse was upon me that I must send him to sleep。
'〃Get up and walk; Dick!〃 cried the leader。 〃Try!〃
'It was in vain to go behind the slumber's chair and shake him。
One o'clock sounded; and I was present to the elder man; and he
stood transfixed before me。
'To him alone; I was obliged to relate my story; without hope of
benefit。 To him alone; I was an awful phantom making a quite
useless confession。 I foresee it will ever be the same。 The two
living men together will never come to release me。 When I appear;
the senses of one of the two will be locked in sleep; he will
neither see nor hear me; my communication will ever be made to a
solitary listener; and will ever be unserviceable。 Woe! Woe!
Woe!'
As the Two old men; with these words; wrung their hands; it shot
into Mr。 Goodchild's mind that he was in the terrible situation of
being virtually alone with the spectre; and that Mr。 Idle's
immoveability was explained by his having been charmed asleep at
One o'clock。 In the terror of this sudden discovery which produced
an indescribable dread; he struggled so hard to get free from the
four fiery threads; that he snapped them; after he had pulled them
out to a great width。 Being then out of bonds; he caught up Mr。
Idle from the sofa and rushed down…stairs with him。
'What are you about; Francis?' demanded Mr。 Idle。 'My bedroom is
not down here。 What the deuce are you carrying me at all for? I
can walk with a stick now。 I don't want to be carried。 Put me
down。'
Mr。 Goodchild put him down in the old hall; and looked about him
wildly。
'What are you doing? Idiotically plunging at your own sex; and
rescuing them or perishing in the attempt?' asked Mr。 Idle; in a
highly petulant state。
'The One old man!' cried Mr。 Goodchild; distractedly; … 'and the
Two old men!'
Mr。 Idle deigned no other reply than 'The One old woman; I think
you mean;' as he began hobbling his way back up the staircase; with
the assistance of its broad balustrade。
'I assure you; Tom;' began Mr。 Goodchild; attending at his side;
'that since you fell asleep … '
'Come; I like that!' said Thomas Idle; 'I haven't closed an eye!'
With the peculiar sensitiveness on the subject of the disgraceful
action of going to sleep out of bed; which is the lot of all
mankind; Mr。 Idle persisted in this declaration。 The same peculiar
sensitiveness impelled Mr。 Goodchild; on being taxed with the same
crime; to repudiate it with honourable resentment。 The settlement
of the question of The One old man and The Two old men was thus
presently complicated; and soon made quite impracticable。 Mr。 Idle
said it was all Bride…cake; and fragments; newly arranged; of
things seen and thought about in the day。 Mr。 Goodchild said how
could that be; when he hadn't been asleep; and what right could Mr。
Idle have to say so; who had been asleep? Mr。 Idle said he had
never been asleep; and never did go to sleep; and that Mr。
Goodchild; as a general rule; was always asleep。 They consequently
parted for the rest of the night; at their bedroom doors; a little
ruffled。 Mr。 Goodchild's last words were; that he had had; in that
real and tangible old sitting…room of that real and tangible old
Inn (he supposed Mr。 Idle denied its existence?); every sensation
and experience; the present record of which is now within a line or
two of completion; and that he would write it out and print it
every word。 Mr。 Idle returned that he might if he liked … and he
did like; and has now done it。
CHAPTER V
Two of the many passengers by a certain late Sunday evening train;
Mr。 Thomas Idle and Mr。 Francis Goodchild; yielded up their tickets
at a little rotten platform (converted into artificial touchwood by
smoke and ashes); deep in the manufacturing bosom of Yorkshire。 A
mysterious bosom it appeared; upon a damp; dark; Sunday night;
dashed through in the train to the music of the whirling wheels;
the panting of the engine; and the part…singing of hundreds of
third…class excursionists; whose vocal efforts 'bobbed arayound'
from sacred to profane; from hymns; to our transatlantic sisters
the Yankee Gal and Mairy Anne; in a remarkable way。 There seemed
to have been some large vocal gathering near to every lonely
station on the line。 No town was visible; no village was visible;
no light was visible; but; a multitude got out singing; and a
multitude got in singing; and the second multitude took up the
hymns; and adopted our transatlantic sisters; and sang of their own
egregious wickedness; and of their bobbing arayound; and of how the
ship it was ready and the wind it was fai