THE LODGING—YOUNG MELANCHOLY1 AND OLD REMEMBRANCES—AN ADVENTURE AMONG THE YEW2 HEDGES OF MORLEY COURT.
"There is no more doubt—no more hope"—said O'Connor, as, wrapt in his cloak, he slowly pursued his way homeward—"the worst is true—she is quite estranged4 from me—how deceived—how utterly5 blind I have been—yet who could have thought it? Light-hearted, vain, worthless—it is all, all true—my own eyes have seen it. Well, even this must be borne—borne as best it may, and with a manly6 spirit. I have been, indeed, miserably7 cheated"—he continued, with bitter vehemence8—"and what remains9 for me? I've been infatuated—a self-flattered fool, and waken thus to find all lost—but grief avails not—there lie before me many paths of honourable10 toil11, and many avenues to honourable death—the ambition of my life is over—henceforth the world has nothing to offer me. I will leave this, the country of my ill-fated birth—leave it for ever, and end my days honourably13, and God grant soon, far away from the only one I ever loved—from her who has betrayed me."
Such were the thoughts which darkly and vaguely14 hurried through O'Connor's mind as he retraced15 his steps. Before he had arrived, however, at the "Cock and Anchor," whitherward he had mechanically directed his course, he bethought himself, and turned in a different direction towards the house in which his worthy17 friend, Mr. Audley—having an inveterate18 prejudice against all inns, which, without exception, he averred19 to be the especial sanctuaries20 of damp sheets, bugs21, thieves, and rheumatic fevers—had already established himself as a weekly lodger22.
"Pooh, pooh! you foolish boy," ejaculated the old bachelor, with considerable energy, in reply to O'Connor's gloomy and passionate23 language; "nonsense, sir, and folly24, and absurdity—you'll give me the vapours if you go on this way—what the devil do you want of foreign service and foreign graves—do you think, booby, it was for that I came over here—tilly vally, tilly vally—I know as well as you, or any other jackanapes, what love is. I tell you, sirrah, I have been in love, and I have been jilted—jilted, sir! and when I was jilted, I thought the jilting itself quite enough, without improving the matter by getting myself buried, dead or alive." Here the little gentleman knocked the table recklessly with his knuckles25, buried his hands in his breeches pockets, and rising from his chair, paced the room with an impressive tread. "Had you ever seen Letty Bodkin you might, indeed, have known what love is"—he continued, breathing very hard—"Letty Bodkin jilted me, and I got over it. I did not ask for razors, or cannon26 balls, or foreign interment, sir; but I vented27 my indignation like a man of business, in totting up the books, and running up a heavy arrear28 in the office accounts—yes, sir, I did more good in the way of arithmetic and book-keeping during that three weeks of love-sick agony, than an ordinary man, without the stimulus29, would do in a year"—there was another pause here, and he resumed in a softened30 tone—"but Letty Bodkin was no ordinary woman. Oh! you scoundrel, had you seen her, you'd have been neither to hold nor to bind—there was nothing she could not do—she embroidered31 a waistcoat for me—heigho! scarlet32 geraniums and parsley sprigs—and she danced like—like a—a spring board—she'd sail through a minuet like a duck in a pond, and hop3 and bounce through 'Sir Roger de Coverley' like a hot chestnut33 on a griddle;—and then she sang—oh, her singing!—I've heard turtle-doves and thrushes, and, in fact, most kind of fowls34 of all sorts and sizes; but no nightingale ever came up to her in 'The Captain endearing and tall,' and 'The Shepherdess dying for love'—there never lived a man"—continued he, with increasing vehemence—"I don't care when or where, who could have stood, sate35, or walked in her company for half-an-hour, without making an old fool of himself—she was just my age, perhaps a year or two more—I wonder whether she is much changed—heigho!"
Having thus delivered himself, Mr. Audley lapsed36 into meditation37, and thence into a faint and rather painful attempt to vocalize his remembrance of "The Captain endearing and tall," engaged in which desperate operation of memory, O'Connor left the old gentleman, and returned to his temporary abode38 to pass a sleepless39 night of vain remembrances, regrets, and despair.
On the morning subsequent to the somewhat disorderly scene which we have described as having occurred in the theatre, Mary Ashwoode, as usual, sate silent and melancholy, in the dressing-room of her father, Sir Richard. The baronet was not yet sufficiently40 recovered to venture downstairs to breakfast, which in those days was a very early meal indeed. After an unusually prolonged silence, the old man, turning suddenly to his daughter, abruptly41 said, "Mary, you have now had some days to study Lord Aspenly—how do you like him?"
The girl raised her eyes, not a little surprised at the question, and doubtful whether she had heard it aright.
"I say," resumed he, "you ought to have been able by this time to arrive at a fair judgment42 as to Lord Aspenly's merits—what do you think of him—do you like him?"
"Indeed, father," replied she, "I have observed him very little—he may be a very estimable man, but I have not seen enough of him to form any opinion; and indeed, if I had, my opinion must needs be a matter of the merest indifference43 to him and everyone else."
"Your opinion upon this point," replied Sir Richard, tartly44, "happens not to be a matter of indifference."
A considerable pause again ensued, during which Mary Ashwoode had ample time to reflect upon the very unpleasant doubts which this brief speech, and the tone in which it was uttered, were calculated to inspire.
"Lord Aspenly's manners are very agreeable, very," continued Sir Richard, meditatively—"I may say, indeed, fascinating—very—do you think so?" he added sharply, turning towards his daughter.
This was rather a puzzling question. The girl had never thought about him except as a frivolous45 old beau; yet it was plain she could not say so without vexing46 her father; she therefore adopted the simplest expedient47 under such perplexing circumstances, and preserved an embarrassed silence.
"The fact is," said Sir Richard, raising himself a little, so as to look full in his daughter's face, at the same time speaking slowly and sternly, "the fact is, I had better be explicit48 on this subject. I am anxious that you should think well of Lord Aspenly; it is, in short, my wish and pleasure that you should like him; you understand me—you had better understand me." This was said with an emphasis not to be mistaken, and another pause ensued. "For the present," continued he, "run down and amuse yourself—and—stay—offer to show his lordship the old terrace garden—do you mind? Now, once more, run away."
So saying, the old gentleman turned coolly from her, and rang his hand-bell vehemently49. Scarcely knowing what she did, such was her astonishment50 at all that had passed, Mary Ashwoode left the room without any very clear notion as to whither she was going, or what to do; nor was her confusion much relieved when, on entering the hall, the first object which encountered her was Lord Aspenly himself, with his triangular51 hat under his arm, while he adjusted his deep lace ruffles—he had never looked so ugly before. As he stood beneath her while she descended52 the broad staircase, smiling from ear to ear, and bowing with the most chivalric53 profundity54, his skinny, lemon-coloured face, and cold, glittering little eyes raised toward her—she thought that it was impossible for the human shape so nearly to assume the outward semblance55 of a squat56, emaciated57 toad58.
"Miss Ashwoode, as I live!" exclaimed the noble peer, with his most gracious and fascinating smile. "On what mission of love and mercy does she move? Shall I hope that her first act of pity may be exercised in favour of the most devoted59 of her slaves? I have been looking in vain for a guide through the intricacies of Sir Richard's yew hedges and leaden statues; may I hope that my presiding angel has sent me one in you?"
Lord Aspenly paused, and grinned wider and wider, but receiving no answer, he resumed,—
"I understand, Miss Ashwoode, that the pleasure-grounds, which surround us, abound60 in samples of your exquisite61 taste; as a votary62 of Flora63, may I ask, if the request be not too bold, that you will vouchsafe64 to lead a bewildered pilgrim to the object of his search? There is—is there not?—shrined in the centre of these rustic66 labyrinths67, a small flower-garden which owes its sweet existence to your creative genius; if it be not too remote, and if you can afford so much leisure, allow me to implore68 your guidance."
As he thus spoke69, with a graceful70 flourish, the little gentleman extended his hand, and courteously71 taking hers by the extreme points of the fingers, he led her forward in a manner, as he thought, so engaging as to put resistance out of the question. Mary Ashwoode felt far too little interest in anything but the one ever-present grief which weighed upon her heart, to deny the old fop his trifling72 request; shrouding73 her graceful limbs, therefore, in a short cloak, and drawing the hood74 over her head, she walked forth12, with slow steps and an aching heart, among the trim hedges which fenced the old-fashioned pleasure walks.
"Beauty," exclaimed the nobleman, as he walked with an air of romantic gallantry by her side, and glancing as he spoke at the flowers which adorned75 the border of the path—"beauty is nowhere seen to greater advantage than in spots like this; where nature has amassed76 whatever is most beautiful in the inanimate creation, only to prove how unutterably more exquisite are the charms of living loveliness: these walks, but this moment to me a wilderness77, are now so many paths of magic pleasure—how can I enough thank the kind enchantress to whom I owe the transformation78?" Here the little gentleman looked unutterable things, and a silence of some minutes ensued, during which he effected some dozen very wheezy sighs. Emboldened79 by Miss Ashwoode's silence, which he interpreted as a very unequivocal proof of conscious tenderness, he resolved to put an end to the skirmishing with which he had opened his attack, and to commence the action in downright earnestness. "This place breathes an atmosphere of romance; it is a spot consecrated80 to the worship of love; it is—it is the shrine65 of passion, and I—I am a votary—a worshipper."
Miss Ashwoode paused in mingled81 surprise and displeasure, for his vehemence had become so excessive as, in conjunction with his asthma82, to threaten to choke his lordship outright83. When Mary Ashwoode stopped short, Lord Aspenly took it for granted that the crisis had arrived, and that the moment for the decisive onset84 was now come; he therefore ejaculated with a rapturous croak,—
"And you—you are my divinity!" and at the same moment he descended stiffly upon his two knees, caught her hand in his, and began to mumble85 it with unmistakable devotion.
"My lord—Lord Aspenly!—surely your lordship cannot mean—have done, my lord," exclaimed the astonished girl, withdrawing her hand indignantly from his grasp. "Rise, my lord; you cannot mean otherwise than to mock me by such extravagance. My lord—my lord, you surprise and shock me beyond expression."
"Angel of beauty! most exquisite—most perfect of your sex," gasped86 his lordship, "I love you—yes, to distraction87. Answer me, if you would not have me expire at your feet—ugh—ugh—tell me that I may hope—ugh—that I am not indifferent to you—ugh, ugh, ugh,—that—that you can love me?" Here his lordship was seized with so violent a fit of coughing, that Miss Ashwoode began to fear that he would expire at her feet in downright earnest. During the paroxysm, in which, with one hand pressed upon his side, he supported himself by leaning with the other upon the ground, Mary had ample time to collect her thoughts, so that when at length he had recovered his breath, she addressed him with composure and decision.
"My lord," she said, "I am grateful for your preference of me; although, when I consider the shortness of my acquaintance with you, and how few have been your opportunities of knowing me, I cannot but wonder very much at its vehemence. For me, your lordship cannot feel more than an idle fancy, which will, no doubt, pass away just as lightly as it came; and as for my feelings, I have only to say, that it is wholly impossible for you ever to establish in them any interest of the kind you look for. Indeed, indeed, my lord, I hope I have not given you pain—nothing can be further from my wish than to do so; but it is my duty to tell you plainly and at once my real feelings. I should otherwise but trifle with your kindness, for which, although I cannot return it as you desire, I shall ever be grateful."
Having thus spoken, she turned from her noble suitor, and began to retrace16 her steps rapidly towards the house.
"Stay, Miss Ashwoode—remain here for a moment—you must hear me!" exclaimed Lord Aspenly, in a tone so altered, that she involuntarily paused, while his lordship, with some difficulty, raised himself again to his feet, and with a flushed and haggard face, in which still lingered the ghastly phantom88 of his habitual89 smile, he hobbled to her side. "Miss Ashwoode," he exclaimed, in a tone tremulous with emotions very different from love, "I—I—I am not used to be treated cavalierly—I—I will not brook90 it: I am not to be trifled with—jilted—madam, jilted, and taken in. You have accepted and encouraged my attentions—attentions which you cannot have mistaken; and now, madam, when I make you an offer—such as your ambition, your most presumptuous91 ambition, dared not have anticipated—the offer of my hand—and—and a coronet, you coolly tell me you never cared for me. Why, what on earth do you look for or expect?—a foreign prince or potentate92, an emperor, ha—ha—he—he—ugh—ugh—ugh! I tell you plainly, Miss Ashwoode, that my feelings must be considered. I have long made my passion known to you; it has been encouraged; and I have obtained Sir Richard's—your father's—sanction and approval. You had better reconsider what you have said. I shall give you an hour; at the end of that time, unless you see the propriety93 of avowing94 feelings which, you must pardon me when I say it, your encouragement of my advances has long virtually acknowledged, I must lay the whole case, including all the painful details of my own ill-usage, before Sir Richard Ashwoode, and trust to his powers of persuasion95 to induce you to act reasonably, and, I will add, honourably."
Here his lordship took several extraordinarily96 copious97 pinches of snuff, after which he bowed very low, conjured98 up an unusually hideous99 smile, in which spite, fury, and triumph were eagerly mingled, and hobbled away before the astonished girl had time to muster100 her spirits sufficiently to answer him.
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91 presumptuous | |
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92 potentate | |
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93 propriety | |
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94 avowing | |
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95 persuasion | |
n.劝说;说服;持有某种信仰的宗派 | |
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96 extraordinarily | |
adv.格外地;极端地 | |
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97 copious | |
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98 conjured | |
用魔术变出( conjure的过去式和过去分词 ); 祈求,恳求; 变戏法; (变魔术般地) 使…出现 | |
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99 hideous | |
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v.集合,收集,鼓起,激起;n.集合,检阅,集合人员,点名册 | |
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