To the wilds of Amerikee.”
Old Irish Song.
“In the fresh fairness of the spring to ride,
As in the old days when he rode with her.”
The postmaster at Rathbarry was evidently not in the habit of despatching many telegrams. He was now standing1 in the street, scratching his red beard, and looking thoughtfully up at the single wire which dropped from the tarred pole—literally the last outpost of civilization—down through the roof of his little shop,{224} while I read to him the message with which I had ridden over early on Tuesday morning.
“You know where Boston is?” I asked, when I had finished; “Boston, in America, you know?”
“Boyshton, miss?” he said, correcting my pronunciation. “I do, miss. Sure I think it’s there that me sisther’s son is a plumber2 these five years.”
“Well, listen,” I said, beginning to read it aloud again, “‘To Farquharson, 16, Charles Street, Boston. Start for Boston February 6th. Theo.’ Are you quite sure you understand it? It is very important.”
“No fear at all, miss,” he answered, and went into his shop to get my change.
This was a lengthy3 proceeding4, which involved the sending of a little girl to the public-house opposite, and an argument, as to the amount to be returned to me,{225} between Mr. Cassidy, the postmaster, and his daughter. However, I was in no particular hurry to get back, and Blackthorn never objected to standing. The day felt more like May than the second of February. The only tokens of yesterday’s rain were the swollen5 yellow streams in the gutters6 on either side of the narrow street, and the delicate clearness of the sky. It was so enticingly7 mild and spring-like, that by the time that Mr. Cassidy had brought me my change, I had made up my mind to go home by the longer road, instead of by the usual way round the head of the harbour.
The road I had chosen went past the Clashmore entrance gates, and as I rode slowly along it, I noticed the ravages8 which the storm had worked in The O’Neill’s woods. Half-uprooted firs and beeches9 leaned forlornly against their{226} neighbours in every direction among the plantations10 that sloped to the road, and torn boughs11 hung over the demesne12 wall. Near the big front gates a group of men was collected in the road, where a tree had, in falling, partly broken down the wall. As I came near, one of them, a short, square man, detached himself from the others, and, lifting his hat, walked towards me. To my astonishment13 I found that it was O’Neill himself.
“How do you do? I’m delighted to see you,” he began effusively14. “I see you’re surprised to find me here. I came down from Dublin on Saturday, to settle some business, and I’ve been shut up ever since by the storm. I dare say you’ve had plenty of it at Durrus?” He hardly waited for my answer. “And what have you been doing with yourself all this time?” he went on. “I don’t think{227} you look quite the thing—very charming, of course”—with a wave of his hand—“but still not as blooming as you did when I saw you last.”
“I have been in the house a good deal lately,” I answered evasively; “the weather has been so bad.”
“Has Willy come back from Cork15 yet?” O’Neill asked, turning to look at where his men were working as he spoke16. “I heard that he was there yesterday.”
“Yes,” I answered, in a constrained18 voice, “he came home last night, but not to stay; he—he went away again this morning.”
“Ah!” said O’Neill, still watching the sawing and chopping of the fallen tree; “has he gone away for long?{228}”
“Yes; I am afraid he has.”
“Gone to England, has he?” pursued O’Neill, running his pudgy hand along my horse’s neck.
“No,” I replied unwillingly19; “at least, I believe he is going there first.”
“Then he is going to emigrate?” O’Neill said quickly, forgetting his endeavour to appear ignorant, and looking at me through his eye-glass with undisguised excitement.
I made no answer.
“The fact is,” O’Neill went on, clearing his throat, “I heard some rumour20 that he had got into trouble; but I hoped it might not have been true. These people,” with a glance at his workmen, “delight in exaggerating, especially if it is bad news.”
Then it had become common property.
“What did they tell you?” I said faintly.{229}
O’Neill’s red face got a trifle redder.
“Well, it sounds preposterous21, but they had some cock-and-a-bull story that he had—a—in fact,” he said, looking considerately away from me, “they said he was married.”
“It is quite true,” I said, with despairing candour; “he has married the daughter of the man at the lodge22, and he—that is to say—they, have started for Australia.”
“God bless my soul!” ejaculated O’Neill. “Dear, dear, how very shocking! I couldn’t believe it when those fellows told me about it this morning. What a pity it all is—a nice young fellow like that ruining himself in such a way, and we all thought——” He stopped and stammered23, perhaps becoming aware for the first time of the connection between the news we were discussing and my pale face and red eyes. “I mean, we had never anticipated anything of this kind.{230}”
“I hope Madam O’Neill is quite well? I have not heard from Connie for a long time.”
“Oh, quite well—quite well, thank you. I left them in Dublin.” Then, laying his hand on the reins as if impelled25 by irresistible26 curiosity, “I suppose your uncle is very angry with Willy?”
“Ah! very naturally; but, upon my soul, I think it was as much his own fault as any one else’s. He never could get on with his own family, you know. There was your poor father, now—the dearest fellow in the world—my greatest friend—though, of course, he was a good deal older than I,” O’Neill threw in parenthetically,—“he never hit it off with him. He hasn’t spoken to me for years past because{231} I backed up Owen when he got into trouble with his father; and there was that other business about Owen’s funeral—a hole and corner affair—no one given any notice about it, the poor dear fellow buried in Cork as if he were a pauper28!” O’Neill paused, and blew his nose with indignant vigour29. “But all that’s neither here nor there,” he resumed; “all I mean to say is, that Dominick was not the man to make the best of a young fellow. That poor boy Willy never got a chance. He was brought up, as you might say, among the common people; and, now I come to think of it, we did hear something of this girl before—but that was before you came, you know. Ahem!”—he cleared his throat—“it really is most incomprehensible.”
“I am afraid I must say good-bye, O’Neill,” I said hurriedly, each of his words giving me a fresh stab; “and I do not{232} know if I shall see you again, as I am going away on Saturday. I am going back to America.”
O’Neill looked as aghast as was possible for a person of his complexion30.
“That’s the worst news I have heard yet. How can you treat us so cruelly?” he said gallantly31. “You come over and break all our hearts, and then off you go, and leave us to mend them as best we can.”
“I hope it is not as bad as all that,” I said, with a sickly smile. “I won’t say good-bye to you now; I am sure I shall see you again before I go—perhaps at Miss Burke’s to-morrow.” And I rode quickly away, without heeding32 the farewell words that he shouted after me.
To say the truth, I could not face another good-bye, even with O’Neill, and I trotted33 home at a good pace along the{233} muddy road, doing my best to outstrip34 the associations that every fresh turn in its familiar windings35 called up.
There was a note for me on the hall table when I arrived.
“Miss Burke left it herself, miss,” said Roche, “and she hopes you’ll send over an answer this afternoon. She wanted to see the masther, but sure he’s not able to see any one—and no wondher, faith, no wondher!”
The note was written on the small coquettish paper, with a golden “Mimi,” engrossed36 on the corner, which was affected37 by Miss Burke, and her good-natured, untidy handwriting had sprawled38 over all four sides of the sheet. She said that she “heard that Willy was gone,” and, without making any further comment, she asked me if I would come and stay with them for as long or as short a time as I might wish.{234} She hoped I would come to-morrow, if possible, as it was their “at home” day, and I might meet a few friends; and she remained, mine most affectionately, Mary Burke.
I considered the matter. It certainly would be a relief to get away from Durrus and its horrible silence and forsakenness39, even for a night or two. To-day was Tuesday; I did not start till Saturday. If I went over to Garden Hill to-morrow afternoon, timing40 my arrival so as to evade41 the “few friends,” I could stay there till Friday morning. I knew it would make no difference to my uncle; I could tell him about it when I saw him at dinner: and I sent a note telling Miss Burke that I should be very glad to go over to her to-morrow afternoon. But I did not see my uncle at dinner.
“He’s not at all well, miss,” Roche said{235} mysteriously. “I was telling him a while ago that ’tis for the docthor he should send; but indeed, he was for turning me out of the room when I said it.”
“Do you think he would like to see me?”
“Don’t go near him at all to-night, miss,” Roche answered, with unexpected urgency. “He’ll be betther to-morrow—you’ll see him then.”
But I did see my uncle again that night. When I went upstairs to bed, I was startled by seeing his tall figure, in his dressing-gown, standing outside the door of the room which Willy had locked. He had a large bunch of keys, and was trying them one after the other in the lock.
“Perhaps you can help me with these,” he said, looking round as I came up to him. “I am almost sure that one of these keys opens this door, but I cannot find it.{236}”
“I am afraid Willy has got the key——” I began.
“But, my dear, I think it is very probable that we shall find Willy in that room,” he said, in a low confidential43 voice, pressing the keys upon me. “I cannot think why he remains44 in there. I have tried several times to-day to open the door, but that fellow Roche keeps pestering45 me. I believe he is in league with Willy.”
My own hand was trembling almost as much as my uncle’s, but I did not dare to refuse to take the keys, and I made a pretence46 of trying one in the lock. He watched me anxiously for a moment.
“No, my dear, I see it is no use trying to-night. You are tired, and so am I”—he sighed deeply, and put his hand to his{237} chest,—“this oppression that I am suffering from tries me terribly. I will go to my room and see if I can get a little rest. I need rest sadly.”
“Yes, you look very tired,” I said, in as ordinary a voice as I could manage, handing the keys back to him.
“Do I? Well, to tell you the truth, I have been quite unable to sleep lately. I am so much disturbed by these hackney carmen who make it a practice to drive past the house at all hours of the night; I hope they do not annoy you? I have told them several times to go away, but they simply laugh at me. And the strange thing is,” he continued, leaning over the rail of the corridor and looking suspiciously down into the hall, “that though that tree is still lying across the avenue, it does not stop them in the least—they just drive through it. Well, good night, my dear,” he{238} said, nodding at me in a friendly way; “we must give it up for to-night, but we shall unearth47 Master Willy to-morrow.”
He nodded again, and walked away down the corridor.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
standing
|
|
| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
plumber
|
|
| n.(装修水管的)管子工 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
lengthy
|
|
| adj.漫长的，冗长的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
proceeding
|
|
| n.行动，进行，(pl.)会议录，学报 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
swollen
|
|
| adj.肿大的，水涨的；v.使变大，肿胀 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
gutters
|
|
| （路边）排水沟( gutter的名词复数 )； 阴沟； （屋顶的）天沟； 贫贱的境地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
enticingly
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
8
ravages
|
|
| 劫掠后的残迹，破坏的结果，毁坏后的残迹 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
beeches
|
|
| n.山毛榉( beech的名词复数 )；山毛榉木材 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
plantations
|
|
| n.种植园，大农场( plantation的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
boughs
|
|
| 大树枝( bough的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
demesne
|
|
| n.领域，私有土地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
astonishment
|
|
| n.惊奇，惊异 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
effusively
|
|
| adv.变溢地，热情洋溢地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
cork
|
|
| n.软木，软木塞 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
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： |
|
|
|
|
17
conceal
|
|
| v.隐藏，隐瞒，隐蔽 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
constrained
|
|
| adj.束缚的,节制的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
unwillingly
|
|
| adv.不情愿地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
rumour
|
|
| n.谣言，谣传，传闻 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
preposterous
|
|
| adj.荒谬的，可笑的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
lodge
|
|
| v.临时住宿，寄宿，寄存，容纳；n.传达室，小旅馆 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
stammered
|
|
| v.结巴地说出( stammer的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
reins
|
|
| 感情，激情； 缰( rein的名词复数 )； 控制手段； 掌管； （成人带着幼儿走路以防其走失时用的）保护带 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
impelled
|
|
| v.推动、推进或敦促某人做某事( impel的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
irresistible
|
|
| adj.非常诱人的，无法拒绝的，无法抗拒的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
assented
|
|
| 同意，赞成( assent的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
pauper
|
|
| n.贫民，被救济者，穷人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
vigour
|
|
| （=vigor）n.智力，体力，精力 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
complexion
|
|
| n.肤色；情况，局面；气质，性格 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
gallantly
|
|
| adv. 漂亮地，勇敢地，献殷勤地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
heeding
|
|
| v.听某人的劝告，听从( heed的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
trotted
|
|
| 小跑，急走( trot的过去分词 )； 匆匆忙忙地走 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
outstrip
|
|
| v.超过，跑过 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
windings
|
|
| （道路、河流等）蜿蜒的，弯曲的( winding的名词复数 )； 缠绕( wind的现在分词 )； 卷绕； 转动（把手） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
engrossed
|
|
| adj.全神贯注的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
affected
|
|
| adj.不自然的，假装的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
sprawled
|
|
| v.伸开四肢坐[躺]( sprawl的过去式和过去分词)；蔓延；杂乱无序地拓展；四肢伸展坐着（或躺着） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
forsakenness
|
|
| 抛弃 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
timing
|
|
| n.时间安排，时间选择 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
evade
|
|
| vt.逃避，回避；避开，躲避 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
jingling
|
|
| 叮当声 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
confidential
|
|
| adj.秘（机）密的，表示信任的，担任机密工作的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
remains
|
|
| n.剩余物，残留物；遗体，遗迹 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
pestering
|
|
| 使烦恼，纠缠( pester的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
pretence
|
|
| n.假装，作假；借口，口实；虚伪；虚饰 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
unearth
|
|
| v.发掘，掘出，从洞中赶出 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |