“I ought to tell you,” said Aunt Milly in a tremulous tone, “what has occurred to my own mind. I have thought of it for some time, but it’s so very unlikely that I never could allow myself to think it. I do believe he must be my father’s son. Yes, you may well be surprised. I can’t think anything else but that my father must have married and had a son, and Sarah somehow had bullied2 him into leaving the child behind, and we’ve been deceivers all this time, and the Park has never been ours.”
“But, dear Aunt Milly,” cried I, “with all these terrible thoughts, why don’t you satisfy yourself. If you tell Miss Mortimer how much you have found out, she certainly cannot help clearing up the rest.”
“Ah! but she can help it—she is not carried away by her feelings; she knows better than to be surprised or anything like that. I have asked her and been none the better for it,” cried Aunt Milly, “and the young man will not tell me either. Milly, hush3! there is certainly some one at the door.”
The door bell at the Park was a peculiar4 one—it had a solemn cathedral sort of sound that rolled through the whole house, and it was only used by strangers or visitors on ceremony.{290} Both of us started violently when we heard it; it came upon our consultations5 like a sudden alarm of battle.
“It rains as bad as ever; on such a day who can ring the great bell at our door?” cried Aunt Milly. “God help us! if my father walked in at that door, I should not feel it was anything out of the way. Nothing would surprise me now.”
I could not make her any answer. We both sat perfectly6 silent, waiting for what was to come. As if to heighten the excitement of the moment, the rain, which had been falling steadily7 all day, suddenly became violent, and dashed against the windows in torrents8. Through all this we could hear the great door opened and the sound of voices. My thoughts travelled into the great vacant drawing-room where these sounds could not fail to reach Miss Mortimer within her screen. What was she doing? Could she be sitting there still, dumb and desperate, listening but not looking, with a pride and resistance more dreadful in its self-control than the wildest passions! I trembled with suspense10 and wondering anxiety in spite of myself. As for Aunt Milly, the miniatures she was looking at fell out of her hands. She covered her eyes for an instant, and then lifted her scared and pallid11 face to the door, as if she could hear the approaching sounds better, for having her eyes fixed12 that way. There was a pause that I suppose did not endure a minute, but which looked like an hour. Then a soft tap at the door; then Ellis entered, looking half as pale and anxious as we did—vaguely frightened he could not tell how.
“Miss Milly,” he said, in a hasty troubled voice, “the gentleman is here as wants Miss Mortimer; what am I to do?”
The old mistress and the old servant looked at each other. The man did not know anything, but he knew the involuntary suspicion and dread9 that had somehow gathered about the house.
“What are we to do? God help us, Ellis, I know no more than the baby!” cried Aunt Milly under her breath.
She was carried by her excitement beyond her usual discretion13. I interposed as I best could.
“Let it come to the crisis!” cried I, not being well aware what I said; “it must be best to know clearly Aunt Milly—hush!—recollect, you know nothing—let him go in.”
She made a convulsive pause and restrained herself; and then the usual keeping up of appearances recurred14 to her mind. “My sister’s voice! you know, Milly,” she said,{291} turning to me as if with a kind of apology,—“who—who is it, Ellis?”
“It’s—it’s the foreign gentleman, ma’am,” said Ellis, with a sympathetic faltering15 of his voice.
“Then show him in to Miss Mortimer?” cried Aunt Milly with a gasp16 over the words. “You shouldn’t have spoken so, my dear,” she said as soon as he was gone, “servants have nothing to do with our private affairs. Dear, dear, it’s surely very cold. It’s the storm come on so suddenly—a hail-storm, I declare. Don’t you feel, Milly, how cold the air has grown?”
I made no answer, and she did not expect any. She went up close to the library door, and stood there as if listening, shivering now and then with the nervous chill of her own emotion. We heard the drawing-room door open and shut,—then silence, silence, something positive, not merely an absence of sound. I stood by the table trembling, fancying I saw the stranger pass, as if through a picture, up that empty-seeming room, with the cold chill daylight spying in, and the motionless, conscious creature who feared and yet defied him lurking18 behind that screen. Would she speak to him? If she did it would not be with that stifled19 whispering voice. What communication would pass between them? Would the old walls groan20 with some dark secret fatal to their honour? The very air tingled21 round us in the dead calm of the house. Surely it never was so noiseless before. As for Aunt Milly, she stood before me shivering at the door, sometimes putting her hand upon the lock, then drawing back in irresolute22 terror. This lasted for some time, though most likely for not half so long as I imagined it did; then she turned to me, wringing23 her hands and bursting out into tears and cries.
“I cannot leave her alone any longer, Milly,” she said in broken words. “I cannot desert her in time of need;” and made as though she would leave the room, and then returned and sank into a chair and hid her face in her hands.
She was entirely24 overwhelmed and broken down. All I could do for her, was to get a shawl which hung over the sofa, and wrap it round her. All this had been too much for her strength.
In the midst of our suspense, Harry25 came suddenly in upon us. The sound of his honest frank step ringing into the library, startled me back to life again, and even Aunt Milly lifted up her blanched26 face expecting him to bring some news.{292} Harry looked startled and curious, and did not grow less so as he looked at our agitated27 faces.
“What is the matter, Milly?” he cried. “I passed the drawing-room windows just now, and looked in thinking to see you. Miss Mortimer was standing at a table looking over some papers, and by her side was Luigi, talking very earnestly. By Jove! to see them standing there you would have said they were mother and son.”
At these words Aunt Milly lifted up her head, listening,—but Harry’s expression did not seem to strike her; she held up her finger and cried “Hark!”
The silence was broken. A bell evidently rung—a door hastily opened—startled us all three standing together. “Shall Harry go after him?” cried I, seeing how it was and pointing Harry to the door; but Aunt Milly would not, or perhaps could not, suppose that the visitor was merely going away. She sprang up, crying, “She must be ill!” and rushed out of the library. I followed her, alarmed, but not for Miss Mortimer. I saw Luigi standing at the open door, just about to go out into the cold rainy world out of doors, but Aunt Milly did not see him. She rushed forward blindly into the room where she supposed her sister to be ill.
When I rushed in after her I found the usual positions of the two ladies much reversed. Miss Mortimer was standing between the fire and the window, looking at her sister with a certain fierce scorn. Aunt Milly had sunk down in utter exhaustion28 and bewilderment upon a large ottoman. The two were looking at each other, Aunt Milly all trembling, pallid, and anxious. Miss Mortimer, with her head more erect29 than usual, her muslin mantle30 hanging back from her shoulders, her attitude very rigid31 and exact, and no symptom of excitement about her, save in the slight hurried incessant32 movement of her head and hands. A mere17 spectator would have said she was the judge and the other the culprit. It was an extraordinary scene.
“What did he say? Who is he? What does he want? Sarah, tell me for the love of heaven,” cried Aunt Milly in her agony of distress33 and terror.
“Who is he? I am not a girl to distinguish any one person by that name,” said Miss Mortimer.
Then she went back steadily to her chair, and sat down in it and took up her knitting.
“Any one who thinks to surprise me into speaking of my private affairs, is mistaken,” she said after a while.{293} “Gossips like you may talk as they please; but what belongs to me is mine, and nobody in the world has a right to ask what I either do or say.”
That was all. She never opened her lips again that day. She sat there rigid, pretending to work; she did not work however. I noticed that to keep her hands and her head from excessive trembling was almost more than she was able for; but the day passed without any disclosure. I believe now she would die sooner than make any sign.
点击收听单词发音
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 bullied | |
adj.被欺负了v.恐吓,威逼( bully的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 hush | |
int.嘘,别出声;n.沉默,静寂;v.使安静 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4 peculiar | |
adj.古怪的,异常的;特殊的,特有的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 consultations | |
n.磋商(会议)( consultation的名词复数 );商讨会;协商会;查找 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 perfectly | |
adv.完美地,无可非议地,彻底地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 steadily | |
adv.稳定地;不变地;持续地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 torrents | |
n.倾注;奔流( torrent的名词复数 );急流;爆发;连续不断 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 dread | |
vt.担忧,忧虑;惧怕,不敢;n.担忧,畏惧 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 suspense | |
n.(对可能发生的事)紧张感,担心,挂虑 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 pallid | |
adj.苍白的,呆板的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 fixed | |
adj.固定的,不变的,准备好的;(计算机)固定的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 discretion | |
n.谨慎;随意处理 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 recurred | |
再发生,复发( recur的过去式和过去分词 ); 治愈 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15 faltering | |
犹豫的,支吾的,蹒跚的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16 gasp | |
n.喘息,气喘;v.喘息;气吁吁他说 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17 mere | |
adj.纯粹的;仅仅,只不过 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18 lurking | |
潜在 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19 stifled | |
(使)窒息, (使)窒闷( stifle的过去式和过去分词 ); 镇压,遏制; 堵 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20 groan | |
vi./n.呻吟,抱怨;(发出)呻吟般的声音 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21 tingled | |
v.有刺痛感( tingle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22 irresolute | |
adj.无决断的,优柔寡断的,踌躇不定的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23 wringing | |
淋湿的,湿透的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24 entirely | |
ad.全部地,完整地;完全地,彻底地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25 harry | |
vt.掠夺,蹂躏,使苦恼 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
26 blanched | |
v.使变白( blanch的过去式 );使(植物)不见阳光而变白;酸洗(金属)使有光泽;用沸水烫(杏仁等)以便去皮 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
27 agitated | |
adj.被鼓动的,不安的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
28 exhaustion | |
n.耗尽枯竭,疲惫,筋疲力尽,竭尽,详尽无遗的论述 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
29 erect | |
n./v.树立,建立,使竖立;adj.直立的,垂直的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
30 mantle | |
n.斗篷,覆罩之物,罩子;v.罩住,覆盖,脸红 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
31 rigid | |
adj.严格的,死板的;刚硬的,僵硬的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
32 incessant | |
adj.不停的,连续的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
33 distress | |
n.苦恼,痛苦,不舒适;不幸;vt.使悲痛 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |