“Give it up!” they murmured. “You were never meant for this sort of thing: you can never find happiness here. Think of the sound of the sea as it slaps the bow of the outbound liner; think of the throb7 of the screw; think of the noisy boatloads surrounding the ship when the anchor has rattled8 into the transparent9 water of a southern harbour; the familiar sound and smells of hot little towns, sheltering under the palms; the soft crunch10 of camels’ pads upon the desert sands; the far-off cry of the jackals. Think of the unshackled life of the happy wanderer; the freedom from the restraint of the Great Sham11; the absence of these posings and pretences12 of so-called respectability. Give it up, you fool; and take[149] your lazy body over the hills and far away: for your lost content awaits you beyond the horizon, and it will never come back to you in this stagnant13 valley.”
Until late in the night he allowed his thoughts to wander in forbidden places, and when at last he sought comfort in sleep, his dreams were full of far-away things and alluring14 scenes. In the early morning he lay awake for an hour before it was time to take his bath; and through the open window the sound of the chimes from the distant spires15 of Oxford16 floated into the room.
“Confound those blasted bells!” he cried, suddenly springing from his bed. “They have drugged me long enough. To-day I am awake: I shall sleep no more!”
Of a sudden he formed a resolution. He would go away alone for two or three months, in spite of any protest which his wife might make. And not only would he take this single holiday: he would lay his plans so that there should be another scheme of existence to which, in the future, he could retire whenever his home became unbearable17. His uncle had led a double life: he, too, would do so; not, however, in the company of any Emily, but in the far more alluring society of that Lady called Liberty. James Tundering-West, Squire18 of Eversfield, from henceforth should be subject to perennial19 eclipses, and at such times Jim Easton, vagrant20, should be resuscitated21.
He would sell out a couple of thousand pounds’ worth of stock, and generously place it as a first instalment to the credit of Jim Easton in another[150] part of the world; and nobody but himself should know about it. For the last three years he had lived mainly on his rent-roll, and this should remain the means of subsistence of his wife, and of himself so long as he was in England. But the bulk of the remainder of his fortune left of late almost untouched, should gradually be transferred, little by little, to the credit of the wanderer.
At breakfast he was so enthralled22 with his scheme that he paid no attention whatsoever23 to Dolly’s offended silence. He told her that he was going to London for a few days, and that very possibly he would there make arrangements to go abroad for a holiday.
“As you please,” she replied, coldly. “I, too, need a change; but I can’t play the deserter. I must stay here, and try to do my duty.”
Driving into Oxford he turned the matter over in his mind unceasingly, and in the train he thought of little else, nor so much as glanced at the newspapers he had brought. The difficulty was to think out a means whereby he could now place this capital sum to the account of Jim Easton, and later add to it, without using his cheque book or any bank notes which could be traced; for all the salt would be gone out of the proposed enterprise if his recurrent change of personality were open to detection. He wanted to be able to say to Dolly each year: “I am going away, and I shall be back about such-and-such a date, until then I shall not be able to be found, nor troubled in any way by the exigencies24 of domestic life.”
At length, as he reached the hotel where he was[151] going to stay, the simple solution came to him; and so eager was he to put the plan into execution that he was off upon the business so soon as he had deposited his dressing-case in the bedroom. In South Africa he had become an expert in the valuation of diamonds, and now he proposed to put this knowledge to use. He knew the addresses of two or three dealers25 who supplied the trade with unset stones; and to these he made his way, with the result that during the afternoon he had selected some twenty small diamonds which were to be held for him until his cheques should be forthcoming.
The business was resumed next day; and by the following evening he had depleted26 his capital by two thousand pounds, and in its place he held a little boxful of diamonds which, so far as he could tell, were worth considerably27 more than he had paid for them. These stones he proposed to sell again, practically one by one, in various foreign cities, depositing the proceeds in the name of Jim Easton at some bank, say in Rome; and, as all the jewels were of inconspicuous size and small value, his dealings would not be able to be traced beyond the original purchases in London, even if so far as that.
Before returning to Oxford he decided28 to pay a call on Mrs. Darling to invite her to go down to stay at Eversfield during his absence. He regarded her as a capable, good-natured, and entirely29 unprincipled woman; and she had invariably shown him that at any rate she liked him, if she were not always proud of him. As a mother-in-law she had been extraordinarily30 circumspect31, and, in fact, she had effaced32 herself to a quite unnecessary extent, seldom[152] coming to stay at the manor33, but preferring to pass most of her time at her little flat in London.
She was at home when he called, and greeted him with affection, good-temperedly scolding him for not writing to her more often.
“You might have peaceably passed away, for all I knew,” she said.
Jim smiled. “Oh, I think Dolly would have mentioned it, if I had,” he replied. He gazed around the room: it was always a source of profound astonishment34 to him. The walls were silver-papered, the woodwork was scarlet35, the furniture was of red lacquer, the carpet was grey, and the chairs and sofa were upholstered in grey silk, ornamented36 with much silver fringe and many tassels37 of silver and scarlet. Upon the walls were a dozen Bakst-like paintings of women displaying bits of their remarkable38 anatomy39 through unnecessary apertures40 in their tawdry garments; and as Jim stared at them he was devoutly41 thankful that Mrs. Darling had not robed herself in like manner.
She followed the direction of his gaze. “Hideous, aren’t they?” she said.
“They are, rather,” he replied. “Why do you have them?”
“Well, you see,” she answered, “so many milliners and dressmakers come to see me in connection with my monthly fashion articles; and they would of course think nothing of my taste if I had any really nice pictures on my walls.”
“Look at these!” she laughed. “They were left[153] here for me to criticise43 by a shop which calls itself ‘Frocks, Follies44, and Fragrance45.’ Horrible, aren’t they? The only nice thing about them is their exquisite46 material. I always say to all young married women: ‘Flannel nightgowns may keep you warm, but crêpe-de-Chine will keep your husband.”
Jim stared at the wildly coloured garments long and thoughtfully. “I sometimes think,” he said at length, “that women have no sense of humour.”
“No more has Nature,” she replied. “Look at the camel.” She changed the conversation. “Tell me,” she said, “how is Dolly?”
“Top hole, thanks,” he replied.
“I notice,” Mrs. Darling remarked, as they sat down together on the big sofa, “that you don’t bring her to Town with you nowadays. I hope you’re not leading a double life?”
“No,” he answered.
“That’s right,” she said. “That’s a good boy! Have you taken to drink yet?”
Jim laughed. “No, why should I?”
“Most married men do,” she told him. “My own husband did. He never really showed it; but I’ve seen him get up the morning after, turn on a cold bath, drink it, and go to bed again.”
“Well, as a matter of fact,” said Jim, “I am thinking of breaking loose for a bit. That’s really what I’ve come to see you about. I want your advice.”
“Advice! Advice from me?” she exclaimed. “Why, my dear boy, my advice on domestic affairs would be worth about as much as the figure 0 without its circumference-line.”
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“Well, not your advice exactly, but your help. The fact is, I want to get away. I’ve grown flat and stale down at Eversfield, and I think Dolly finds me rather a bore sometimes. I have an idea that it would do us both a lot of good if I were to go off for a bit by myself.”
Mrs. Darling looked anxiously at him, and her jesting manner left her for a moment. “I hope nothing has gone wrong between you?” she said earnestly.
Jim hastened to assure her. “Oh, no, everything is quite all right.”
“It’s my own fault,” he remarked, quickly. “I must be quite impossible as a husband.”
Mrs. Darling uttered an exclamation48 of distress49. “Oh, then there is something wrong?” she said. “I thought so, from the tone of her letters.”
Jim was embarrassed. “No, I only want to get away because I’m not very well, and also because I want to polish up some old verses of mine.”
She looked at him earnestly. “My dear boy,” she said, “if you’ve lost your trousers, it’s no good putting on two coats. If you’re unhappy at home, it’s no good kidding yourself with other reasons for getting away.”
“I assure you ...” Jim began.
She interrupted him. “Come on, now—what d’you want me to do? D’you want me to persuade Dolly to let you go?”
He shook his head. “No,” he answered. “I am going anyhow. What I want you to do is to keep[155] an eye on her while I’m gone. Take her away for a holiday, if you like: I’ll gladly pay all expenses. Keep her amused.”
“How long to you intend to be away?” she asked.
“Oh, a couple of months or so,” he replied. “I don’t exactly know....”
She turned to him, searchingly. “Is it another woman?”
“No, no,” he laughed. “I dislike women intensely.”
“Thank you!” she smiled. “On behalf of my daughter and myself, thank you!” She was silent for a while. “I wonder why you ever married?” she said, at length.
“We all have our romances,” he answered.
“Romances!” She uttered the word with bitterness. “What is romance? Just Nature’s fig-leaf. It is something that Youth employs to disguise something else. Youth is a calamity50. I really sometimes thank Heaven for middle age and old age: they bring one at any rate the blessing51 of indifference52. I’m thankful that I’m an old woman.”
“You’re not old,” Jim replied. “You don’t look forty. And you’re in the pink of health.”
“Yes, my dear,” she said. “I’ve nothing much to complain of in that respect. All I want is a new pair of legs and a clean heart....”
“Oh, your heart’s all right,” he told her, putting his hand on hers.
“No,” she answered. “I’m a bad old woman. I earn a living by writing indecently about women’s clothes, and how to wear them so as to destroy men’s[156] virtue53. I sit about in night-clubs; I play cards on Sundays; I’ll dine with anybody on earth who’ll give me a good dinner and a bottle of wine; and I never go to church. What d’you think Eversfield would say to that?”
“Oh, Eversfield be hanged,” he replied, with feeling. “You’re a good sort, and you’re kind. That’s better than all the rotten respectability of Eversfield.”
“I’m not so sure,” she said. “Respectability has its merits. You go and spend a few weeks with the sort of people I mix with, and you’ll find Miss Proudfoote of the Grange like a breath of fresh air.”
“I’m sure I shouldn’t,” Jim answered with conviction.
When at length he rose to go, he startled her by remarking that he would not see her again until his return from his travels; and to her surprised question he replied that he was going down to Oxford next morning, and that on the following day he would set out on his wanderings.
She looked anxiously at him once more. “There isn’t any real quarrel between you and Dolly, is there?” she asked again.
“Well,” she said, “if you live in a thatched house, don’t start letting off Roman candles.”
“What d’you mean?” he laughed.
“I mean,” she replied. “ ... Oh, never mind[157] what I mean. Don’t go the pace, and don’t stay away too long; or there’ll be trouble. Don’t forget that you’ve got a tradition to keep going. Don’t forget your uncle’s tombstone. What does it say?—‘A man who nobly upheld the traditions of his race....’”
“Yes, isn’t it rot?” he answered. “Do you know I came across some of his letters, and I can tell you his respectability was only skin-deep. All his life he lived a lie, and now he lies in his grave, and his epitaph lies above him.”
She took his proffered57 hand in hers and held it for a moment. “Jim, my boy,” she said, “I’m only a wicked old woman; but I’ve got a great respect for virtue, even when it’s only skin-deep. It’s the people who don’t care what their neighbours say who come to grief.”
When Jim returned to Oxford and broke the news of his immediate58 departure to Dolly, she received it with a calmness which he had not expected. He had anticipated a painful scene, and he was even a little disappointed that she fell in so readily with his plans.
“Yes,” she said. “If you’ve made up your mind to go, it’s no good hanging about here. You’ve been finding rather a lot of fault with me lately. Perhaps when you are alone you will appreciate all I’ve done for you.”
“Of course I shall, dear,” he replied.
Quietly, and in a very business-like manner, she asked him what arrangements he had made about the money she was to draw; and this being settled[158] to her satisfaction she approached, with apparent diffidence, a more important subject.
“I do hope you aren’t going to any dangerous places,” she said. “You mustn’t take any risks.”
He assured her that he had no intention of doing so.
“But supposing anything happened to you,” she went on, “what would become of me?”
“I’ll make my will, if you like,” he laughed.
She uttered a gasp60 of horror. “What a dreadful thought!” she murmured. She was silent for a few moments, her eyes gazing out of the window, her mouth a little open. Then, without looking at him, she said: “I suppose just a line on a sheet of paper will do? You only have to say that you leave everything to me ... at least I take it that there’s nobody else to leave it to?” She turned to him with an innocent smile.
“Oh, no, it’s all yours if I die,” he replied.
“Well, you’d better do it now before you forget,” she said, smiling at him and patting his hand. She pointed59 to the writing-bureau in the corner of the room. “You just scribble61 it on a half-sheet, and seal it up, and write on the envelope ‘to be opened in the event of my death,’ and post it to your solicitors62. That’s all.”
“You seem to have thought it all out,” he laughed, going to the bureau.
“Oh, James!” she exclaimed, reproachfully. “What dreadful things you do say!”
His departure on the following morning was unceremonious. In spite of Dolly’s anxieties in regard to his safety, the fact remained that he was only[159] going away for a couple of months or thereabouts. He was to take but a single portmanteau with him; his precious diamonds were to be carried in a knotted handkerchief in his pocket; and in his hand he would hold only a stout63 walking-stick. The only persons who appeared to be concerned at his going were the two little girls; and even they—as is the habit of children—returned to their play before the carriage had left the door.
Dolly had said she would drive with him into Oxford to see him off in the train; but, as he was to depart at an early hour, she was not dressed in time, and was therefore obliged to bid him “good-bye” at the foot of the stairs. She looked a pretty little creature, standing64 there in a pink dressing-gown, with the morning sunlight striking upon her fair hair, which fell around her shoulders, as though she had been disturbed in the act of combing it, and with a background of the dark portraits of previous owners of the manor. In her hand she was carrying a large bunch of apple-blossom, which she accounted for by saying that she had just been picking it from outside her bedroom window at the moment when he called out to her. Knowing her habit of studying effects, Jim felt sure that she had thought out this charming picture, and had never had any intention of accompanying him to the station; nor had he the heart to ask her why, if she had but now plucked the blossom from the tree, the stems should be dripping with water as though just lifted from a vase.
“Every picture tells a story,” he muttered to himself as he drove away, “and some tell downright lies.”
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| v.潦草地书写，乱写，滥写；n.潦草的写法，潦草写成的东西，杂文 | |
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| 初级律师( solicitor的名词复数 ) | |
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| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
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