For Max had so far escaped with lifer but he had not yet awoke to consciousness, and to know that he was occupying the couch of her whom he had long marked down as his victim. As the railway passenger had remarked, Max had fallen where the platform sloped; but he was suffering from concussion3 of the brain; and one maimed limb had been removed by the surgeon’s knife.
But we must leave him to his slow recovery, while the landlady4 declared in confidence to her husband every night, that she had always known that Williams was an assumed name, because there was a “B” on the gentleman’s socks.
Sir Philip Vining reached Laneton at last, to see his chariot standing5 in the inn-yard; but he knew, without questioning the grooms6, where Charley would be; and fierce now with the anger that burned within him, he made his way to Copse Hall, to be told that his son was by Miss Bedford’s couch, where he had been since he arrived.
For, after a furious gallop7, the chariot had dashed up to Copse Hall covered with mud, the horses in a foam8 and ready to drop, while, springing up more like, a madman than one in possession of his full senses, Charley had leaped out, and almost forced his way to Ella’s side, to fall sobbing9 on his knees as he clasped her thin transparent11 hand, a faint smile welcoming his coming, as, with her soul seeming to leap from her longing12 eyes, she vainly strove to turn towards him.
Mrs Brandon stayed to ask no explanation then; for she was alarmed at the fierce rage that flashed from Charley’s eyes at her first words, as he stood there in his wedding garments.
She left the explanation for some other time, and, trembling and excited, she left them alone, to find from the servants, upon descending13, that this was to have been Charley Vining’s wedding-morn.
But Ella must have heard some explanation; for when, nearly two hours after, Mrs Brandon went to the room to whisper to the son of the father’s coming, that softly-shaded head was lying upon Charley’s arm, and there was a sweet satisfied smile upon those pale lips. But as Ella’s eyes opened, and she saw Mrs Brandon approach, they wore that old piteous appealing look, and she whispered, “For I love him!”
The words were meant for Mrs Brandon; but they went no farther than Charley’s ear, to bring a wild convulsive sob10 from his breast, as in his despair he felt that it was too late.
“Let him come here!” cried Charley sternly, as Mrs Brandon whispered of his father’s coming. “Let him come here!” And then, as, black and frowning, Sir Philip strode into the room, he turned towards him.
“Well!” exclaimed Charley, staying the flood of reproaches Sir Philip was about to heap upon his head; and, as he gazed upon the pale face, the father’s aspect changed, his stride became a gentle step, and he gazed from one to the other. “Well,” cried Charley, “have you come to look upon their work? Have you come to commune once more with the sweet gentle spirit before it passes away? I tell you they have murdered her—murdered my own darling who would have died for me; whilst I, poor, weak, pitiful idiot that I was, believed all I saw—walked blindly into their traps like a foolish child. Curse them—curse them!” he raged, as he ground his teeth together, and spoke14 in a low hoarse15 voice, that was awful in its deep suppressed hatred16. “You want to know why I dashed off this morning. I tell you, it was to save myself from being a murderer. I tell you, father, that after what I learned on leaving you, if I had faced that cursed Jezebel, it would have been to strangle her. There—there, read those letters!” he cried, tearing the papers from his breast, and dashing them at Sir Philip. “Read how brother and sister could plot to delude17 this poor child—plot with a diabolical18 cunning that was nearly crowned with success; for they had a simple unworldly man to deal with; read how we were to be torn asunder19 by their cursed malice—how I was to be poisoned at heart by seeing her appear to flee with that scoundrel Max Bray; while I, like a simple sheep, was led by that false wretch20 to see it all. She played her cards well—to become Lady Vining, forsooth! And then read on how this poor angel was beguiled21 by lying forgeries22 to hurry away with Max to Cornwall, to see me—me—dying from injuries; while, to give force to his lies, the villain23 added to, and then sent, the note, that must have been lying in his desk above a year—the note I sent to him, telling him to come to me, for I was half-killed, when I had my hunting fall. God!” he hissed24 forth25 in a fierce way, that made his hearers tremble, “God! that my right hand had withered26 away before it penned a line! But no, no!” he exclaimed, and his teeth grated, “I shall want this right hand yet; for the day of reckoning shall surely come!”
There was something fearful in the young man’s aspect, as down there upon one knee by the bedside, his left arm beneath that fair golden-clustered head, he clenched27 his right hand, and, gazing before him at vacancy28, he shook that clenched hand fiercely, and his mad rage was such that could he have grasped Max Bray then, he would have dashed him down, and crushed his heel upon his false cruel face, for he knew not of the retribution that had already fallen to the deceiver’s lot.
But the next moment Charley Vining turned to look down upon the pale horror-stricken face at his side, when the rugged29 brow was smoothed, the clenched hand dropped, and a deep groan30 burst from the young man’s breast.
“O, heaven forgive me! What am I saying? Father, father,” he cried, in pitiful tones, “they’ve broken my heart!”
And then, the strong man humbled31, he bowed down over the bedside till his agony-distorted face rested upon that fluttering breast; and weak now as the weakest, he wept like a child, his broad shoulders heaving from the convulsive sobs32 that burst forth with the wild hysterical33 violence of a woman’s grief.
“Charley, my son,” gasped34 Sir Philip at last, as he knelt by the young man’s side, and laid his hand upon his head, “you do not think—you cannot think—that I knew of all this?”
“No—no—no!” groaned35 Charley. “I never thought it.”
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n.驴叫声, 喇叭声;v.驴叫 | |
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