Robin2 Hartley was by far the merriest of the circle, and during the trying season helped to keep every one’s spirits alive. He was naturally of a joyous3 nature, and he had now found a new fountain of pleasure. Little cared Robin for the heat, even when it shut him up in his little room in semi-darkness with the musquitoes, for he had his pen and paper with him. Robin had taken to composing, and found great delight in the occupation. No one knew whether he was writing a Panjabi vocabulary, a journal, or an epic4 poem; Robin kept his own secret, like a child bent5 on giving some one a surprise. He himself carried a thick roll of paper to the post, and he watched as eagerly for a reply as did Alicia for an answer to her letter to her cousin Gilbert.
The looked-for mail-day arrived. Harold brought in to his wife three letters bearing the English post-mark. Alicia singled out the one which was not in a familiar hand; these sprawling6 characters she guessed to be traced by her cousin, from whom she had never before had a letter. Miranda—seated on the ground, her favourite position still, though she had always a chair at meals—watched with anxiety in her fine dark eyes the face of her cousin. She seemed to know, as by instinct, that the letter which Alicia was perusing7 related to her own fate. The letter, which was read aloud, ran as follows:—
“My dear Coz,—I am sure that you have shown wonderful ingenuity8 in ferreting out this sister of mine. I was never so astonished in my life as when I found that I had one. The whole story is like a sensation novel or a transformation9 scene in a pantomime. But when the novel is closed, or the curtain falls on Columbine, the whole thing is over, and nothing remains10 to be done. This affair of Miranda is a different and much more difficult matter. You ask me if I wish to have my sister home to be educated in England; you give me to understand that she is a kind of raw material (silk in the cocoon11, I suppose) which her friends are to work up into satin. The girl can’t read, write, or spell, cannot yet use a knife and fork, does not know a word of English, and prefers squatting12 on the floor to lolling on a sofa like a lady! What on earth could I do with such a heathenish sister?”
“I should like to punch that fellows head!” exclaimed Robin, his eyes flashing with indignation. “He may have a head to be punched, but he certainly has not a heart.”
Miranda looked at her angry bhai with alarm. “There must be something very dreadful indeed in that letter,” thought the poor girl. “I am afraid that I have a cruel white brother in England.”
“Let’s hear the rest of the letter,” said Harold; and Alicia resumed her reading:—
“I could not introduce to my wife and her acquaintance a girl—a widow, you say—who might startle us by plunging13 her hand into a fricassee, or whooping14 like a Red Indian.”
“What does the fellow mean by that?” fiercely interrupted Robin.
“Oh, I suppose that Gilbert classes all sorts of Indians together,” laughed Alicia: “he was always a thoughtless boy. I daresay that he thinks that our Premi wears a coronet of feathers, and perhaps a chaplet of human teeth.” Again the lady read on,—
“Then if any respectable school would admit this wild widow, there are no funds to support her there. Government has agreed to do something in consideration of what was lost in the Mutiny; but what is fifteen pounds per annum in England? hardly enough to pay a dancing-master’s fees. No, no; the wild widow had far better keep where she is. Perhaps you could find another black husband to suit her.”
Robin struck his clenched15 fist on the table with such violence that he threw over a tumbler, and smashed a plate, and filled Miranda’s young heart with vague apprehensions16.
“Oh, have pity on my crockery, Robin!” exclaimed Alicia; “I cannot replace it here.”
“I am very sorry that I have done mischief,” said Robin, as he picked up the broken pieces. “It is not your fault that you have such a cousin, nor Miranda’s that she has such a brother.”
The sound of the name which she had been taught to recognize as her own increased the uneasiness of poor Premi. The letter which had made her bhai so very angry certainly related to herself. A vague fear that suttees might be thought the correct thing in England, and that her white brother might wish to burn her alive, flitted across the poor girl’s mind; however, she was somewhat reassured17 by the smile on the lips of Alicia.
“It seems as if we should never get to the end of this letter,” said Harold, taking the paper from the hand of his wife. “Where were we—oh, here;” and he went on with the reading aloud:—
“Or you might make a missionary18 of her, perhaps. I leave all arrangements to you; I am sure that the best will be made for the poor little waif by you and your husband.”
“He wants to wash his hands of the care of his own, his only sister,” muttered Robin. “This Gilbert is unworthy of the name of a brother!”
Alicia caught sight of the look of anxious, almost agonizing19 inquiry20 in the eyes of Miranda, and hastened to relieve her at once.
“We have heard from your brother in England,” she said in reply to the mute appeal.
Miranda flushed and visibly trembled; her lips moved, but uttered no sound.
“Your white brother wishes you to remain with us in India.”
Miranda sprang to her feet with a cry of delight, then sank sobbing21 into the arms of Alicia, clinging to her as a frightened child might have done. “Then He did hear me!” was her almost inaudible exclamation22.
“Who heard you, dear Miranda?” asked Alicia.
“God,” was the reverently23 murmured reply. “I did ask Him, I did beseech24 Him to save me from being sent away from Talwandi.”
This was the first indication which Miranda had given of understanding the nature of prayer.
“Then you are willing to stay with us, dear one?” said Alicia.
Miranda’s reply was a fervent25, passionate26 embrace; then, ashamed of having given such outward expression to her joy in the presence of men, Miranda retreated hastily into the adjoining dwelling27.
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n.平房( bungalow的名词复数 );单层小屋,多于一层的小屋 | |
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adj.蔓生的,不规则地伸展的v.伸开四肢坐[躺]( sprawl的现在分词 );蔓延;杂乱无序地拓展;四肢伸展坐着(或躺着) | |
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