When it was finished she dropped her bow, and looked up at him with flushed cheeks and questioning eyes.
“What did that say to you?” she wrote.
“It said something like this,” answered Eric, falling into her humour smilingly. “Welcome, my friend. It is a very beautiful evening. The sky is so blue and the apple blossoms so sweet. The wind and I have been here alone together and the wind is a good companion, but still I am glad to see you. It is an evening on which it is good to be alive and to wander in an orchard that is fine and white. Welcome, my friend.”
She clapped her hands, looking like a pleased child.
“You are very quick to understand,” she wrote. “That was just what I meant. Of course I did not think it in just those words, but that was the FEELING of it. I felt that I was so glad I was alive, and that the apple blossoms and the white lilacs and the trees and I were all pleased together to see you come. You are quicker than Neil. He is almost always puzzled to understand my music, and I am puzzled to understand his. Sometimes it frightens me. It seems as if there were something in it trying to take hold of me—something I do not like and want to run away from.”
Somehow Eric did not like her references to Neil. The idea of that handsome, low-born boy seeing Kilmeny every day, talking to her, sitting at the same table with her, dwelling2 under the same roof, meeting her in the hundred intimacies3 of daily life, was distasteful to him. He put the thought away from him, and flung himself down on the long grass at her feet.
“Now play for me, please,” he said. “I want to lie here and listen to you.”
“And look at you,” he might have added. He could not tell which was the greater pleasure. Her beauty, more wonderful than any pictured loveliness he had ever seen, delighted him. Every tint4 and curve and outline of her face was flawless. Her music enthralled5 him. This child, he told himself as he listened, had genius. But it was being wholly wasted. He found himself thinking resentfully of the people who were her guardians6, and who were responsible for her strange life. They had done her a great and irremediable wrong. How dared they doom7 her to such an existence? If her defect of utterance8 had been attended to in time, who knew but that it might have been cured? Now it was probably too late. Nature had given her a royal birthright of beauty and talent, but their selfish and unpardonable neglect had made it of no account.
What divine music she lured9 out of the old violin—merry and sad, gay and sorrowful by turns, music such as the stars of morning might have made singing together, music that the fairies might have danced to in their revels10 among the green hills or on yellow sands, music that might have mourned over the grave of a dead hope. Then she drifted into a still sweeter strain. As he listened to it he realized that the whole soul and nature of the girl were revealing themselves to him through her music—the beauty and purity of her thoughts, her childhood dreams and her maiden11 reveries. There was no thought of concealment12 about her; she could not help the revelation she was unconscious of making.
At last she laid her violin aside and wrote,
“I have done my best to give you pleasure. It is your turn now. Do you remember a promise you made me last night? Have you kept it?”
He gave her the two books he had brought for her—a modern novel and a volume of poetry unknown to her. He had hesitated a little over the former; but the book was so fine and full of beauty that he thought it could not bruise13 the bloom of her innocence14 ever so slightly. He had no doubts about the poetry. It was the utterance of one of those great inspired souls whose passing tread has made the kingdom of their birth and labour a veritable Holy Land.
He read her some of the poems. Then he talked to her of his college days and friends. The minutes passed very swiftly. There was just then no world for him outside of that old orchard with its falling blossoms and its shadows and its crooning winds.
Once, when he told her the story of some college pranks15 wherein the endless feuds16 of freshmen17 and sophomores18 figured, she clapped her hands together according to her habit, and laughed aloud—a clear, musical, silvery peal19. It fell on Eric’s ear with a shock of surprise. He thought it strange that she could laugh like that when she could not speak. Wherein lay the defect that closed for her the gates of speech? Was it possible that it could be removed?
“Kilmeny,” he said gravely after a moment’s reflection, during which he had looked up as she sat with the ruddy sunlight falling through the lilac branches on her bare, silky head like a shower of red jewels, “do you mind if I ask you something about your inability to speak? Will it hurt you to talk of the matter with me?”
She shook her head.
“Oh, no,” she wrote, “I do not mind at all. Of course I am sorry I cannot speak, but I am quite used to the thought and it never hurts me at all.”
“Then, Kilmeny, tell me this. Do you know why it is that you are unable to speak, when all your other faculties20 are so perfect?”
“No, I do not know at all why I cannot speak. I asked mother once and she told me it was a judgment21 on her for a great sin she had committed, and she looked so strangely that I was frightened, and I never spoke22 of it to her or anyone else again.”
“Were you ever taken to a doctor to have your tongue and organs of speech examined?”
“No. I remember when I was a very little girl that Uncle Thomas wanted to take me to a doctor in Charlottetown and see if anything could be done for me, but mother would not let him. She said it would be no use. And I do not think Uncle Thomas thought it would be, either.”
“You can laugh very naturally. Can you make any other sound?”
“Yes, sometimes. When I am pleased or frightened I have made little cries. But it is only when I am not thinking of it at all that I can do that. If I TRY to make a sound I cannot do it at all.”
This seemed to Eric more mysterious than ever.
“Do you ever try to speak—to utter words?” he persisted.
“Oh yes, very often. All the time I am saying the words in my head, just as I hear other people saying them, but I never can make my tongue say them. Do not look so sorry, my friend. I am very happy and I do not mind so very much not being able to speak—only sometimes when I have so many thoughts and it seems so slow to write them out, some of them get away from me. I must play to you again. You look too sober.”
She laughed again, picked up her violin, and played a tinkling23, roguish little melody as if she were trying to tease him, looking at Eric over her violin with luminous24 eyes that dared him to be merry.
Eric smiled; but the puzzled look returned to his face many times that evening. He walked home in a brown study. Kilmeny’s case certainly seemed a strange one, and the more he thought of it the stranger it seemed.
“It strikes me as something very peculiar25 that she should be able to make sounds only when she is not thinking about it,” he reflected. “I wish David Baker26 could examine her. But I suppose that is out of the question. That grim pair who have charge of her would never consent.”
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迷住,吸引住( enthrall的过去式和过去分词 ); 使感到非常愉快 | |
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