"Britton," said I, as he closed the door, "do you think they will carry out their threat to have the law on me? Mr. Rocksworth was very angry—and put out. He is a power, as you know."
"I think you are quite safe, sir," said he. "I've been waiting outside since two o'clock to tell you something, sir, but hated to disturb you. I—"
"Thank you, Britton, my head was aching dreadfully."
"Yes, sir. Quite so. Shortly before two, sir, one of the porters from the hotel came over to recover a gold purse Mrs. Riley-Werkheimer had dropped in the excitement, and he informed Mr. Poopendyke that the whole party was leaving at four for Dresden. I asked particular about the young man, sir, and he said they had the doctor in to treat his stomach, sir, immediately after they got back to the hotel."
"His stomach? But I distinctly struck him on the verso."
"I know, sir; but it seems that he swallowed his cigarette."
To my shame, I joined Britton in a roar of laughter. Afterwards I recalled, with something of a shock, that it was the first time I had ever heard my valet laugh aloud. He appeared to be in some distress3 over it himself, for he tried to turn it off into a violent fit of coughing. He is such a faithful, exemplary servant that I made haste to pound him on the back, fearing the worst. I could not get on at all without Britton. He promptly10 recovered.
"I beg pardon, sir," said he. "Will you have your shave and tub now, sir?"
Later on, somewhat refreshed and relieved, I made my way to the little balcony, first having issued numerous orders and directions to the still stupefied Schmicks, chief among which was an inflexible11 command to keep the gates locked against all comers. The sun was shining brightly over the western hills, and the sky was clear and blue. The hour was five I found on consulting my watch. Naturally my first impulse was to glance up at the still loftier balcony in the east wing. It was empty. There was nothing in the grim, formidable prospect12 to warrant the impression that any one dwelt behind those dismantled14 windows, and I experienced the vague feeling that perhaps it had been a dream after all.
Far below at the foot of the shaggy cliff ran the historic Donau, serene15 and muddy, all rhythmic16 testimonials to the contrary. With something of a shudder17 I computed18 the distance from my eerie19 perch20 to the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. Five hundred feet, at least; an impregnable wall of nature surmounted21 by a now rank and obsolete23 obstruction24 built by the hand of man: a fortress25 that defied the legions of old but to-day would afford no more than brief and even desultory26 target practice for a smart battery. To scale the cliff, however, would be an impossibility for the most resourceful general in the world. All about me were turrets27 and minarets28, defeated by the ancient and implacable foe29—Time. Shattered crests30 of towers hung above me, grey and forbidding, yet without menace save in their senile prerogative31 to collapse32 without warning. Tiny windows marked the face of my still sturdy walls, like so many pits left by the pox, and from these in the good old feudal33 days a hundred marksmen had thrust their thunderous blunderbusses to clear the river of vain-glorious foes34. From the scalloped bastions cross-bowmen of even darker ages had shot their random35 bolts; while in the niches36 of lower walls futile37 pikemen waited for the impossible to happen: the scaling of the cliff!
Friend and foe alike came to the back door of Schloss Rothhoefen, and there found welcome or stubborn obstacles that laughed at time and locksmiths: monstrous38 gates that still were strong enough to defy a mighty39 force. There was my great stone-paved courtyard, flanked on all sides by disintegrating40 buildings once occupied by serfs and fighting men; the stables in which chargers and beasts of burden had slept side by side until called by the night's work or the day's work, as war or peace prescribed, ranged close by the gates that opened upon the steep, winding41 roadway that now dismayed all modern steeds save the conquering ass42. Here too were the remains43 of a once noble garden, and here were the granaries and the storehouses.
Far below me were the dungeons44, with dead men's bones on their dripping floors; and somewhere in the heart of the peak were secret, unknown passages, long since closed by tumbling rocks and earth, as darkly mysterious as the streets in the buried cities of Egypt.
Across the river and below me stood the walled-in town that paid tribute to the good and bad Rothhoefens in those olden days: a red-tiled, gloomy city that stood as a monument to long-dead ambitions. A peaceful, quiet town that had survived its parlous46 centuries of lust47 and greed, and would go on living to the end of time.
Above me soared huge white-bellied birds, cousins germain to my dreams, but alas! infinitely49 more sensible in that they roamed for a more sustaining nourishment50 than the so-called food for thought.
I looked backward to the tender years when my valiant51 young heart kept pace with a fertile brain in its swiftest flights, and pinched myself to make sure that this was not all imagination. Was I really living in a feudal castle with romance shadowing me at every step? Was this I, the dreamer of twenty years ago? Or was I the last of the Rothhoefens and not John Bellamy Smart, of Madison Avenue, New York?
The sun shone full upon me as I sat there in my little balcony, but I liked the dry, warm glare of it. To be perfectly52 frank, the castle was a bit damp. I had had a pain in the back of my neck for two whole days. The sooner I got at my novel and finished it up the better, I reflected. Then I could go off to the baths somewhere. But would I ever settle down to work? Would the plumbers53 ever get off the place? (They were the ones I seemed to suspect the most.)
Suddenly, as I sat there ruminating54, I became acutely aware of something white on the ledge55 of the topmost window in the eastern tower. Even as I fixed56 my gaze upon it, something else transpired57. A cloud of soft, wavy58, luxurious59 brown hair eclipsed the narrow white strip and hung with spreading splendour over the casement60 ledge, plainly, indubitably to dry in the sun!
My neighbour had washed her hair!
And it was really a most wonderful head of hair. I can't remember ever having seen anything like it, except in the advertisements.
For a long time I sat there trying to pierce the blackness of the room beyond the window with my straining eyes, deeply sensitive to a curiosity that had as its basic force the very natural anxiety to know what disposition61 she had made of the rest of her person in order to obtain this rather startling effect.
Of course, I concluded, she was lying on a couch of some description, with her head in the window. That was quite clear, even to a dreamer. And perhaps she was reading a novel while the sun shone. My fancy went to the remotest ends of probability: she might even be reading one of mine!
What a glorious, appealing, sensuous62 thing a crown of hair—but just then Mr. Poopendyke came to my window.
"May I interrupt you for a moment, Mr. Smart?" he inquired, as he squinted63 at me through his ugly bone-rimmed glasses.
"Come here, Poopendyke," I commanded in low, excited tones. He hesitated. "You won't fall off," I said sharply.
Although the window is at least nine feet high, Poopendyke stooped as he came through. He always does it, no matter how tall the door. It is a life-long habit with him. Have I mentioned that my worthy64 secretary is six feet four, and as thin as a reed? I remember speaking of his knees. He is also a bachelor.
"It is a dreadful distance down there," he murmured, flattening65 himself against the wall and closing his eyes.
A pair of slim white hands at that instant indolently readjusted the thick mass of hair and quite as casually66 disappeared. I failed to hear Mr. Poopendyke's remark.
"I think, sir," he proceeded, "it would be a very good idea to get some of our correspondence off our hands. A great deal of it has accumulated in the past few weeks. I wish to say that I am quite ready to attend to it whenever—"
"Time enough for letters," said I, still staring.
"We ought to clean them all up before we begin on the romance, sir. That's my suggestion. We shan't feel like stopping for a lot of silly letters—By the way, sir, when do you expect to start on the romance?" He usually spoke67 of them as romances. They were not novels to Poopendyke.
I came to my feet, the light of adventure in my eye.
"This very instant, Poopendyke," I exclaimed.
His face brightened. He loves work.
"Splendid! I will have your writing tablets ready in—"
"First of all, we must have a ladder. Have you seen to that?"
"Oh," said I, remembering, "I haven't told you, have I? Look! Up there in that window. Do you see that?"
"What is it, sir? A rug?"
"Rug! Great Scott, man, don't you know a woman's hair when you see it?"
"I've never—er—never seen it—you might say—just like that. Is it hair?"
"It is. You do see it, don't you?"
"How did it get there?"
"Good! Now I know I'm not dreaming. Come! There's no time to be lost. We may be able to get up there before she hears us!"
I was through the window and half way across the room before his well-meant protest checked me.
"For heaven's sake, Mr. Smart, don't be too hasty. We can't rush in upon a woman unexpectedly like this. Who knows? She may be entirely—" He caught himself up sharply, blinked, and then rounded out his sentence in safety with the word "deshabille."
I was not to be turned aside by drivel of that sort; so, with a scornful laugh, I hurried on and was soon in the courtyard, surrounded by at least a score of persons who madly inquired where the fire was, and wanted to help me to put it out. At last we managed to get them back at their work, and I instructed old Conrad to have the tallest ladder brought to me at once.
"There is no such thing about the castle," he announced blandly69, puffing70 away at his enormous pipe. His wife shook her head in perfect serenity71. Somewhat dashed, I looked about me in quest of proof that they were lying to me. There was no sign of anything that even resembled a ladder.
"Where are your sons?" I demanded.
The old couple held up their hands in great distress.
"Herr Britton has them working their souls out, turning a windlass outside the gates—ach, that terrible invention of his!" groaned72 old Conrad. "My poor sons are faint with fatigue73, mein herr. You should see them perspire,—and hear them pant for breath."
"It is like the blowing of the forge bellows," cried his wife. "My poor little boys!"
"Fetch them at once Conrad," said I, cudgelling my brain for a means to surmount22 a present difficulty, and but very slightly interested in Britton's noble contraption.
The brothers soon appeared and, as if to give the lie to their fond parents, puffed74 complacently75 at their pipes and yawned as if but recently aroused from a nap. Their sleeves were rolled up and I marvelled76 at the size of their arms.
"Is Britton dead?" I cried, suddenly cold with the fear that they had mutinied against this brusque English overlord.
They smiled. "He is waiting to be pulled up again, sir," said Max. "We left him at the bottom when you sent for us. It is for us to obey."
Of course, everything had to wait while my obedient vassals77 went forth78 and reeled the discomforted Britton to the top of the steep. He sputtered79 considerably80 until he saw me laughing at him. Instantly he was a valet once more, no longer a crabbed81 genius.
I had thought of a plan, only to discard it on measuring with my eye the distance from the ground to the lowest window in the east wing, second floor back. Even by standing7 on the shoulders of Rudolph, who was six feet five, I would still find myself at least ten feet short of the window ledge. Happily a new idea struck me almost at once.
In a jiffy, half a dozen carpenters were at work constructing a substantial ladder out of scantlings, while I stood over them in serene command of the situation.
The Schmicks segregated82 themselves and looked on, regarding the window with sly, furtive83 glances in which there was a distinct note of uneasiness.
At last the ladder was complete. Resolutely84 I mounted to the top and peered through the sashless window. It was quite black and repelling85 beyond. Instructing Britton and the two brothers to follow me in turn, I clambered over the wide stone sill and lowered myself gingerly to the floor.
I will not take up the time or the space to relate my experiences on this first fruitless visit to the east wing of my abiding86 place. Suffice to say, we got as far as the top of the stairs in the vast middle corridor after stumbling through a series of dim, damp rooms, and then found our way effectually blocked by a stout87 door which was not only locked and bolted, but bore a most startling admonition to would-be trespassers.
Pinned to one of the panels there was a dainty bit of white note-paper, with these satiric88 words written across its surface in a bold, feminine hand:
"Please keep out. This is private property."
Most property owners no doubt would have been incensed89 by this calm defiance90 on the part of a squatter91, either male or female, but not I. The very impudence92 of the usurper93 appealed to me. What could be more delicious than her serene courage in dispossessing me, with the stroke of a pen, of at least two-thirds of my domicile, and what more exciting than the thought of waging war against her in the effort to regain94 possession of it? Really it was quite glorious! Here was a happy, enchanting95 bit of feudalism that stirred my romantic soul to its very depths. I was being defied by a woman—an amazon! Even my grasping imagination could not have asked for more substantial returns than this. To put her to rout96! To storm the castle! To make her captive and chuck her into my dungeon45! Splendid!
We returned to the courtyard and held a counsel of war. I put all of the Schmicks on the grill97, but they stubbornly disclaimed98 all interest in or knowledge of the extraordinary occupant of the east wing.
"We can smoke her out, sir," said Britton.
I could scarcely believe my ears.
"Britton," said I severely99, "you are a brute100. I am surprised. You forget there is an innocent babe—maybe a collection of them—over there. And a dog. We shan't do anything heathenish, Britton. Please bear that in mind. There is but one way: we must storm the place. I will not be defied to my very nose."
"It is, sir," said Britton, and Poopendyke, in a perfect ecstasy102 of loyalty103, shouted: "Long live your nose, sir!"
My German vassals waved their hats, perceiving that a demonstration104 was required without in the least knowing what it was about.
"To-night we'll plan our campaign," said I, and then returned in some haste to my balcony. The mists of the waning105 day were rising from the valley below. The smell of rain was in the air. I looked in vain for the lady's tresses. They were gone. The sun was also gone. His work for the day was done. I wondered whether she was putting up her hair with her own fair hands or was there a lady's maid in her menage.
"Mr. Poopendyke," said I, after Max had passed me the fish for the second time on my right side—and both times across my shoulder,—"we must engage a butler and a footman to-morrow. Likewise a chef. This is too much."
"Might I suggest that we also engage a chambermaid? The beds are very poorly—"
I held up my hand, smiling confidently.
"We may capture a very competent chambermaid before the beds are made up again," I said, with meaning.
"She doesn't write like a chambermaid," he reminded me. Whereupon we fell to studying the very aristocratic chirography employed by my neighbour in barring me from my own possessions.
After the very worst meal that Frau Schmick had ever cooked, and the last one that Max under any circumstance would be permitted to serve, I took myself off once more to the enchanted107 balcony. I was full of the fever of romance. A perfect avalanche108 of situations had been tumbling through my brain for hours, and, being a provident109 sort of chap in my own way, I decided110 to jot111 them down on a pad of paper before they quite escaped me or were submerged by others.
The night was very black and tragic112, swift storm clouds having raced up to cover the moon and stars. With a radiant lanthorn in the window behind me, I sat down with my pad and my pipe and my pencil. The storm was not far away. I saw that it would soon be booming about my stronghold, and realised that my fancy would have to work faster than it had ever worked before if half that I had in mind was to be accomplished113. Why I should have courted a broken evening on the exposed balcony, instead of beginning my labours in my study, remains an unrevealed mystery unless we charge it to the account of a much-abused eccentricity114 attributed to genius and which usually turns out to be arrant13 stupidity.
I have no patience with the so-called eccentricity of genius. It is merely an excuse for unkempt hair, dirty finger-nails, unpolished boots, open placquets, bad manners and a tendency to forget pecuniary115 obligations, to say nothing of such trifles as besottednesss, vulgarity and the superior knack116 of knowing how to avoid making suitable provision for one's wife and children. All the shabby short-comings in the character of an author, artist or actor are blithely117 charged to genius, and we are content to let it go at that for fear that other people may think we don't know any better. As for myself, I may be foolish and inconsequential, but heaven will bear witness that I am not mean enough to call myself a genius.
So we will call it stupidity that put me where I might be rained upon at any moment, or permanently118 interrupted by a bolt of lightning. (There were low mutterings of thunder behind the hills, and faint flashes as if a monstrous giant had paused to light his pipe on the evil, wind-swept peaks of the Caucasus mountains.)
I was scribbling119 away in serene contempt for the physical world, when there came to my ears a sound that gave me a greater shock than any streak120 of lightning could have produced and yet left sufficient life in me to appreciate the sensation of being electrified121.
A woman's voice, speaking to me out of the darkness and from some point quite near at hand! Indeed, I could have sworn it was almost at my elbow; she might have been peering over my shoulder to read my thoughts.
"I beg your pardon, but would you mind doing me a slight favour?"
Those were the words, uttered in a clear, sweet, perfectly confident voice, as of one who never asked for favours, but exacted them.
I looked about me, blinking, utterly122 bewildered. No one was to be seen. She laughed. Without really meaning to do so, I also laughed,—nervously123, of course.
"Can't you see me?" she asked. I looked intently at the spot from which the sound seemed to come: a perfectly solid stone block less than three feet from my right shoulder. It must have been very amusing. She laughed again. I flushed resentfully.
"I can see you quite plainly, and you are very ugly when you scowl125, sir. Are you scowling126 at me?"
"I don't know," I replied truthfully, still searching for her. "Does it seem so to you?"
"Yes."
"Then I must be looking in the right direction," I cried impolitely. "You must be—Ah!"
My straining eyes had located a small, oblong blotch127 in the curve of the tower not more than twenty feet from where I stood, and on a direct line with my balcony. True, I could not at first see a face, but as my eyes grew a little more accustomed to the darkness, I fancied I could distinguish a shadow that might pass for one.
"I didn't know that little window was there," I cried, puzzled.
"It isn't," she said. "It is a secret loop-hole, and it isn't here except in times of great duress128. See! I can close it." The oblong blotch abruptly129 disappeared, only to reappear an instant later. I was beginning to understand. Of course it was in the beleaguered130 east wing! "I hope I didn't startle you a moment ago."
I resolved to be very stiff and formal about it. "May I enquire131, madam, what you are doing in my hou—my castle?"
"You may."
"Well," said I, seeing the point, "what are you doing here?"
"I am living here," she answered distinctly.
"So I perceive," said I, rather too distinctly.
"And I have come down to ask a simple, tiny little favour of you, Mr. Smart," she resumed.
"You know my name?" I cried, surprised.
"I am reading your last book—Are you going?"
"Just a moment, please," I called out, struck by a splendid idea. Reaching inside the window I grasped the lanthorn and brought its rays to bear upon the—perfectly blank wall! I stared open-mouthed and unbelieving. "Good heaven! Have I been dreaming all this?" I cried aloud.
My gaze fell upon two tiny holes in the wall, exposed to view by the bright light of my lamp. They appeared to be precisely132 in the centre of the spot so recently marked by the elusive133 oblong. Even as I stared at the holes, a slim object that I at once recognised as a finger protruded134 from one of them and wiggled at me in a merry but exceedingly irritating manner.
Sensibly I restored the lanthorn to its place inside the window and waited for the mysterious voice to resume.
"Are you so homely135 as all that?" I demanded when the shadowy face looked out once more. Very clever of me, I thought.
"I am considered rather good-looking," she replied, serenely136. "Please don't do that again. It was very rude of you, Mr. Smart." "Oh, I've seen something of you before this," I said. "You have long, beautiful brown hair—and a dog."
She was silent.
"I am sure you will pardon me if I very politely ask who you are?" I went on.
"That question takes me back to the favour. Will you be so very, very kind as to cease bothering me, Mr. Smart? It is dreadfully upsetting, don't you feeling that at any moment you may rush in and—"
"I like that. In my own castle, too!"
"There is ample room for both of us," she said sharply. "I shan't be here for more than a month or six weeks, and I am sure we can get along very amiably137 under the same roof for that length of time if you'll only forget that I am here."
"I can't very well do that, madam. You see, we are making extensive repairs about the place and you are proving to be a serious obstacle. I cannot grant your request. It will grieve me enormously if I am compelled to smoke you out but I fear—"
"Smoke me out!"
"Perhaps with sulphur," I went on resolutely. "It is said to be very effective."
"Only as a last resort. First, we shall storm the east wing. Failing in that we shall rely on smoke. You will admit that you have no right to poach on my preserves."
"None whatever," she said, rather plaintively139.
I can't remember having heard a sweeter voice than hers. Of course, by this time, I was thoroughly141 convinced that she was a lady,—a cultured, high-bred lady,—and an American. I was too densely142 enveloped143 by the fogginess of my own senses at this time, however, to take in this extraordinary feature of the case. Later on, in the seclusion144 of my study, the full force of it struck me and I marvelled.
That plaintive140 note in her voice served its purpose. My firmness seemed to dissolve, even as I sought to reinforce it by an injection of harshness into my own manner of speech.
"Then you should be willing to vacate my premises145 er—or—" here is where I began to show irresoluteness—"or explain yourself."
"Won't you be generous?"
"I am willing to be—amenable to reason. That's all you ought to expect." A fresh idea took root. "Can't we effect a compromise? A truce147, or something of the sort? All I ask is that you explain your presence here. I will promise to be as generous as possible under the circumstances."
"Will you give me three days in which to think it over?" she asked, after a long pause.
"No."
"Well, two days?"
"I'll give you until to-morrow afternoon at five, when I shall expect you to receive me in person."
"That is quite impossible."
"But I demand the right to go wherever I please in my own castle. You—"
"If you knew just how circumspect148 I am obliged to be at present you wouldn't impose such terms, Mr. Smart."
"Oho! Circumspect! That puts a new light on the case. What have you been up to, madam?" I spoke very severely.
She very properly ignored the banality149. "If I should write you a nice, agreeable letter, explaining as much as I can, won't you be satisfied?"
"I prefer to have it by word of mouth."
She seemed to be considering. "I will come to this window to-morrow night at this time and—and let you know," she said reluctantly.
"Very well," said I. "We'll let it rest till then."
"And, by the way, I have something more to ask of you. Is it quite necessary to have all this pounding and hammering going on in the castle? The noise is dreadful. I don't ask it on my own account, but for the baby. You see, she's quite ill with a fever, Mr. Smart. Perhaps you've heard her crying."
"The baby?" I muttered.
She laughed once more. Verily, it was a gentle, high-bred laugh.
"Certainly," said I too surprised to say anything else. "Is—is there anything else?"
"Nothing, thank you," she replied. Then: "Good night, Mr. Smart. You are very good."
"Don't forget to-morrow—"
But the oblong aperture153 disappeared with a sharp click, and I found myself staring at the blank, sphynx-like wall.
Taking up my pad, my pipe and my pencil, and leaving all of my cherished ideas out there in the cruel darkness, never to be recovered,—at least not in their original form,—I scrambled154 through the window, painfully scraping my knee in passing,—just in time to escape the deluge155.
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| v.快速爬行( scramble的过去式和过去分词 )；攀登；争夺；（军事飞机）紧急起飞 | |
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| n./vt.洪水，暴雨，使泛滥 | |
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| n.湿透v.使湿透( drench的现在分词 )；在某人（某物）上大量使用（某液体） | |
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