Myra Jerrold stood looking very calm and statuesque, with James Barron holding her hand.
“Yes,” he said, “I am going now, but only for a few hours. I cannot live away from you. Only a fortnight now, Myra, and then good-bye to cold England. I take you to a land of beauty, of sunny skies, and joy and love.”
“Can any land be as beautiful as that which holds one’s home?” she said.
“No,” replied Barron quickly, “but that will be your home.”
“Trinidad,” said Myra thoughtfully; “so many thousand miles away.”
“Bah! what are a few thousand miles now? A journey in a floating hotel to a place where you can telegraph to your father’s door—instantaneous messages, and receive back the replies.”
“But still so far,” said Myra dreamily.
“Try and drive away such thoughts, dearest,” whispered Barron. “I shall be there. And besides, Sir Mark will run over and see us; and Edith, too, with her husband.”
Myra’s manner changed. The dreaminess passed away and she looked quickly in her betrothed’s eyes.
“Yes, I always thought so,” he said merrily. “’Tis love that makes the world go round. That Mr Stratton, your old friend, is below. Don’t you understand?”
“No,” said Myra quietly, “not quite.”
“I think you do, dearest,” he said, trying to pass his arm round her, but she shrank gently away.
“Very well,” he said, kissing her hand, “I can wait. You will not always be so cold. Mr Stratton came to see your father on business, looking the lover from head to foot. I was sent up to you, and soon after our dear little Edie is summoned to the library. Come, don’t look so innocent, darling. You do understand.”
“That Mr Stratton has come to propose for Edie’s hand?”
“Of course.”
Myra’s brow contracted a little, and there was a puzzled look in her eyes as she said gently:
“Yes, he has been very attentive1 to her often. Well, I like Mr Stratton very much, Mr Barron.”
“James,” he said reproachfully.
“James,” she said, as if repeating a lesson, in a dreamy tone, and her eyes were directed toward the door.
“I like him, too, now that I am quite safe. There was a time, dear, when I first came here, and had my doubts. I fancied a rival in Mr Stratton.”
“A rival?” she said, starting and colouring. “Yes; but so I did in any man who approached you, dearest. But there never was anything—the slightest flirtation2?”
“No, never,” she said quickly.
“Of course not; and I am so happy, Myra. You, so young and beautiful, to awaken3 first to love at my words. But are you not cruel and cold to me still? Our marriage so soon, and you treat me only kindly4, as if I were a friend, instead of as the man so soon to be your husband.”
Myra withdrew her hand, for the door opened, and Edith entered the room, looking troubled and disturbed.
“Good-bye, then, once more, dearest,” said Barron, taking Myra’s hand, “till dinner time. Ah, Edie!” he said as he crossed to the door, which she was in the act of closing. Then, in a whisper: “Am I to congratulate you? My present will be a suite5 of pearls.”
Edie started, and Barron smiled, nodded, and passed out. As he descended6 the stairs his ears twitched7, and his whole attention seemed to be fixed8 upon the library door, but he could hear no sound, and, taking his hat and gloves from the table, he passed out of the great hall, erect9, handsome, and with a self-satisfied smile, before the butler could reach it in answer to the drawing room bell.
“Wedding a statue,” he said to himself. “But the statue is thickly gilt10, and the marble underneath11 may be made to glow without a West Indian sun. So it was little Edie, then. He hasn’t bad taste. The dark horse was not dangerous after all, and was not run for coin.”
He was so intent upon his thoughts that he did not notice a hansom cab drawn12 up about a hundred yards from the house, in which a man was seated, watching him intently, and leaning forward more and more till he was about to pass, when there was a sharp pst-pst, which made him turn and scowl13 at the utterer of the signal.
“Hi! What a while you’ve been.”
“What the devil brings you here?” said Barron.
“To find you, of course,” said the man sourly. “Thought you’d be there.”
Barron looked quickly toward Sir Mark’s house, turned, and said sharply:
“What is it?”
“Jump in, and I’ll tell you,” whispered the man. “Getting hot.”
Barron jumped into the cab, which was rapidly driven off after instructions had been given through the trap to the driver, and the next minute it was out of sight.
Meanwhile, Edie had stood listening till she heard the hall door closed, and then turned to where her cousin was gazing thoughtfully at the window, not having moved since Barron left the room.
“Listening to his beloved footsteps, Myra?” said Edie sarcastically14.
Myra turned upon her with her eyes flashing, but a smile came upon her lips, and she said:
“Well, Edie, am I to congratulate you, too?”
“What about?” flashed out the girl, bitterly mortified15 by the position in which she had been placed. “Being made a laughing stock for you?”
“What do you mean, dear?” said Myra, startled by the girl’s angry way; but there was no answer, and, full of eagerness now, Myra caught her hands. “Mr Barron said just now that Mr Stratton came to propose for you.”
“For me?” cried Edith bitterly. “Absurd!”
“But I always thought he was so attentive to you, dear. I always felt that you were encouraging him.”
“Oh, how can people be so stupidly blind!” cried Edie, snatching herself away. “It is ridiculous.”
“But, Edie, he was always with you. When he came here, or we met him and his friend at auntie’s—”
“Leave his friend alone, please,” raged the girl. Then, trembling at her sudden outburst, she continued seriously:
“Always with me! Of course he was: to sit and pour into my ears praises of you; to talk about your playing and singing, and ask my opinion of this and that which you had said and done, till I was sick of the man. Do you hear? Sick of him!”
A mist began to form before Myra’s eyes, gradually shutting her in as she sank back in her chair, till all around was darkness, and she could not see the unwonted excitement of her cousin, who, with her fingers tightly enlaced, kept on moving from place to place, and talking rapidly.
But there was a bright light beginning to flash out in Myra’s inner consciousness, and growing moment by moment, till the maiden16 calm within her breast was agitated17 by the first breathings—the forerunners18 of a tempest—and she saw little thoughts of the past, which she had crushed out at once as silly girlish fancies, rising again, and taking solid shape. Looks that had more than once startled her and set her thinking, but suppressed at once as follies19, now coming back to be illumined by this wondrous20 light, till, in the full awakening21 that had come, she grasped the sides of the chair and began to tremble, as Edie’s voice came out from beyond the darkness, in which externals were shrouded22, the essence of all coming home to her in one terrible reproach, as she told herself that she had been blind, and that the awakening to the truth had come too late.
“How could you—how could you!” cried Edie in a low voice, full of the emotion which stirred her. “You thought I loved Malcolm? O Myry, as if I should have kept it from you if I had. Like him? Yes, always as the dearest, best fellow I ever met. I didn’t mean it, dear. I never was sick of him; but he used to make me angry, because I felt that he almost worshipped you, and was making me a stepping-stone to get nearer. Well, why don’t you ask me why I did not speak?”
There was no reply, and Edie went on as if she had been answered.
“Of course I could not say a word. One day I felt sure that he loved you, and would confide23 in me; the next time we met he was so quiet and strange that I told myself it was all fancy, and that I should be a silly, match-making creature if I said a word. Besides, how could I? What would uncle, who has been so good to me, have thought if I had seemed to encourage it? And you, all the time, like a horrid24, cold, marble statue at an exhibition, with no more heart or care, or else you would have seen.”
Edie relieved her feelings by unlacing her fingers, taking out her handkerchief from her pocket and beginning to tear it.
“And now,” she went on, “you tell me you believed that he cared for me, and suggest that but for this idea things might have been different. But they would not have been. You are a hard, cold, heartless creature, Myra. He was too poor for you, and not likely to buy you diamonds and pearls like Mr Barron does. Promise me pearls, would he! Insulting me as he did this morning! Why, I would rather have Malcolm Stratton without a penny than Mr Barron with all the West Indies and East Indies, too, for a portion. Malcolm is worth a hundred millions of him, and I hope you are happy now, for I shouldn’t wonder if you’ve broken the poor fellow’s heart.”
Myra could bear no more, and turning sharply toward her cousin she stretched out her hands imploringly25, as her pale face, with its wild looking, dilated26 eyes seemed to ask for help. But the look was not seen, for, bursting into a fit of weeping, Edie cried:
“But it’s too late now! I hope you’ll be happy, dear, and uncle satisfied; but you will repent27 it, I am sure, for I don’t believe you love Mr Barron the slightest bit.”
As she spoke28 those last words she left the room, and Myra was alone with thoughts which grew and swelled29 till she felt half suffocated30, while, like some vibrating, echoing stroke of a distant knell31, came the repetition of those two words, quivering through every nerve and fibre of her being:
“Too late—too late—too late!”
For the bud of love had been lying dormant32 in her breast, waiting to expand, and it was opening fast now, as she felt, but only to be withered33 as its petals34 fell apart.
Hurried on by Barron’s impetuous advances, approved as a suitor by her father, her betrothed’s courtship had carried all before it. His attentions had pleased her, and she had reproached herself at times after he had complained that she was cold. One evening, when assailed35 by doubts of herself, she had appealed to her father and asked him if he wished her to marry Mr Barron, and she recalled his words when she had dreamily said that she did not think she loved him.
“Why, of course I wish it, my darling,” he cried; “and as to the love—oh, that will come. Don’t let schoolgirl fancies and romances which you have read influence you, my child. You esteem36 Mr Barron, do you not?”
She had said that she did, and then let herself subside37 into a dreamy state, principally taken up by thoughts of the change, the preparations for that change, and visions of the glorious country—all sunshine, languor38, and delights—which Barron never seemed to tire of painting.
But now the awakening had come—now that it was too late!
That night, hollow-eyed, and as if he had risen from a sick bed, Malcolm sat writing in his chambers39 by the light of his shaded lamp. The old panelled room looked weird40 and strange, and dark shadows lurked41 in the corners and were cast by the flickering42 flames of the fire on his left.
Since his return from the Jerrolds’ he had gone through a phase of agony and despair so terrible that his actions, hidden from all within that solitary43 room, had resembled those of the insane; but at last the calm had come, and after sitting for some time looking his position in the face, he had set to work writing two or three letters, and then commenced one full of instructions to Percy Guest, telling him how to act when he received that letter, asking his forgiveness, and ending by saying:
I cannot face it. You will call me a coward, perhaps, but you would not if you could grasp all. I am perfectly44 calm now, sensible of the awful responsibilities of my act, but after what I have gone through since I have been here alone to-day I know perfectly well that my reason is failing, and that in a few hours the paroxysm will return, finding me weaker than before. Better the end at once than after a few months’ or years’ living death, confined among other miserables like myself.
It was my all—my one aim, Guest, for which I toiled45 so hard, fighting for success. And the good fortune has come in company with a failure so great that the success is nothing.
Good-bye.
He read his letter over as calmly as if it contained memoranda46 to send to a friend prior to his departure on a short journey. Then, folding it, inclosing it in an envelope, he directed it, and laid it carefully beside the others on the table before sinking back in his chair.
“Is there anything else?” he said quietly.
At that moment the clock on a cabinet rung out the musical chimes of four quarters, and a deeper toned bell sounded the hour.
“Ten,” he said, smiling. “Two hours more and then the beginning of a longer day.”
He opened a drawer, took out a parchment label, and wrote upon it carefully:
To Edward Brettison, when time is no more for his obliged and grateful friend, Malcolm Stratton.
Rising from his chair he crossed to the cabinet, tied the label to one of the handles of the clock, then opened the door beneath, and laid bare a shelf of bottles, while a penetrating47 odour of camphor and other gums floated out into the room—a familiar odour to those who study natural history, and preserve specimens48 of insect or bird life.
He had to move two or three bottles to get at one with a large neck and stopper, which he shook up and loosened several pieces of dull looking white crystal. One of these pieces he turned out on to the table by his letters, hesitated, and jerked out another. Then, setting down the bottle, he crossed the room to where a table-filter stood on a bracket, and returned with the large carafe49 and a tumbler, which he filled nearly full of water. These two he set down on the table, and taking up one of the lumps of crystal he dropped it into the glass, taking care that no water should sprinkle over the side.
He held it up to his lamp to see how quickly it would dissolve, set it down again, and dropped in the second piece before beginning to tap the table with his nails, watching the crystalline pieces the while.
“Quick and painless, I hope,” he said quietly. “Bah! I can bear a little pain.”
He turned in his chair with a laugh, which froze upon his lips as he saw his shadow on a panel a few yards away, the weird aspect of the moving figure having so terrible an effect upon his shattered nerves that he sprang from his seat and fled to the wall, where he stood breathing hard.
“Yes, I know,” he cried wildly. “Only my shadow, but it is coming back—I cannot—it is more than man can bear.”
There was a wild despair in his utterance50, and he shrank away more and more toward the doorway51 leading to the further room. Then, as if making a supreme52 effort, he drew himself up erect, with his lips moving rapidly in a low murmur53, stepped firmly toward the table and seized the glass.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
attentive
|
|
| adj.注意的，专心的；关心(别人)的，殷勤的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
flirtation
|
|
| n.调情，调戏，挑逗 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
awaken
|
|
| vi.醒，觉醒；vt.唤醒，使觉醒，唤起，激起 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
kindly
|
|
| adj.和蔼的，温和的，爽快的；adv.温和地，亲切地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
suite
|
|
| n.一套(家具)；套房；随从人员 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
descended
|
|
| a.为...后裔的，出身于...的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
twitched
|
|
| vt.& vi.（使）抽动，（使）颤动（twitch的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
fixed
|
|
| adj.固定的，不变的，准备好的；(计算机)固定的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
erect
|
|
| n./v.树立，建立，使竖立；adj.直立的，垂直的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
gilt
|
|
| adj.镀金的；n.金边证券 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
underneath
|
|
| adj.在...下面，在...底下；adv.在下面 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
drawn
|
|
| v.拖，拉，拔出；adj.憔悴的，紧张的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
scowl
|
|
| vi.(at)生气地皱眉，沉下脸，怒视；n.怒容 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
sarcastically
|
|
| adv.挖苦地，讽刺地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
mortified
|
|
| v.使受辱( mortify的过去式和过去分词 )；伤害（人的感情）；克制；抑制（肉体、情感等） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
maiden
|
|
| n.少女，处女；adj.未婚的，纯洁的，无经验的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
agitated
|
|
| adj.被鼓动的，不安的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
forerunners
|
|
| n.先驱( forerunner的名词复数 )；开路人；先兆；前兆 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
follies
|
|
| 罪恶，时事讽刺剧； 愚蠢，蠢笨，愚蠢的行为、思想或做法( folly的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
wondrous
|
|
| adj.令人惊奇的，奇妙的；adv.惊人地；异乎寻常地；令人惊叹地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
awakening
|
|
| n.觉醒，醒悟 adj.觉醒中的；唤醒的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
shrouded
|
|
| v.隐瞒( shroud的过去式和过去分词 )；保密 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
confide
|
|
| v.向某人吐露秘密 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
horrid
|
|
| adj.可怕的；令人惊恐的；恐怖的；极讨厌的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
imploringly
|
|
| adv. 恳求地, 哀求地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
dilated
|
|
| adj.加宽的，扩大的v.（使某物）扩大，膨胀，张大( dilate的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
repent
|
|
| v.悔悟，悔改，忏悔，后悔 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
spoke
|
|
| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
swelled
|
|
| 增强( swell的过去式和过去分词 )； 肿胀； （使）凸出； 充满（激情） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
suffocated
|
|
| （使某人）窒息而死( suffocate的过去式和过去分词 )； （将某人）闷死； 让人感觉闷热； 憋气 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
knell
|
|
| n.丧钟声；v.敲丧钟 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
dormant
|
|
| adj.暂停活动的；休眠的；潜伏的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
withered
|
|
| adj. 枯萎的，干瘪的，（人身体的部分器官）因病萎缩的或未发育良好的 动词wither的过去式和过去分词形式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
petals
|
|
| n.花瓣( petal的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
assailed
|
|
| v.攻击( assail的过去式和过去分词 )；困扰；质问；毅然应对 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
esteem
|
|
| n.尊敬，尊重；vt.尊重，敬重；把…看作 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
subside
|
|
| vi.平静，平息；下沉，塌陷，沉降 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
languor
|
|
| n.无精力，倦怠 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
chambers
|
|
| n.房间( chamber的名词复数 )；（议会的）议院；卧室；会议厅 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
weird
|
|
| adj.古怪的，离奇的；怪诞的，神秘而可怕的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
lurked
|
|
| vi.潜伏，埋伏（lurk的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
flickering
|
|
| adj.闪烁的，摇曳的，一闪一闪的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
solitary
|
|
| adj.孤独的，独立的，荒凉的；n.隐士 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
perfectly
|
|
| adv.完美地，无可非议地，彻底地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
toiled
|
|
| 长时间或辛苦地工作( toil的过去式和过去分词 )； 艰难缓慢地移动，跋涉 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
memoranda
|
|
| n. 备忘录, 便条 名词memorandum的复数形式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
penetrating
|
|
| adj.（声音）响亮的，尖锐的adj.（气味）刺激的adj.（思想）敏锐的，有洞察力的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
specimens
|
|
| n.样品( specimen的名词复数 )；范例；（化验的）抽样；某种类型的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
carafe
|
|
| n.玻璃水瓶 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
utterance
|
|
| n.用言语表达，话语，言语 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
doorway
|
|
| n.门口，(喻)入门；门路，途径 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
supreme
|
|
| adj.极度的，最重要的；至高的，最高的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
murmur
|
|
| n.低语，低声的怨言；v.低语，低声而言 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |