It was a long telegram that Ralph despatched from the village, for he only received a few pence out of the half-sovereign that he placed on the counter. The operator sighed at the prodigious2 task before him. Then Ralph went off in the direction of the Hall to wait for Mary in the park. It was some time before she came; the children of the villagers passed on their way from school, and presently Slight came along, with something like a frown on his rosy3, wrinkled little face. He eyed Ralph with marked disfavour.
"What's this about Miss Mary, Sir Ralph?" he asked. "Perhaps I shouldn't have called you by that name. But Miss Mary has been up to the Hall to say goodbye. She says she is going to London for good, and that she is not coming back again. Going to try to get her own living, or some such foolishness."
"Your manner is not respectful, Slight," Ralph said coldly.
"I can't help it, sir," Slight replied. "Really, I can't. I love Miss Mary as if she had been a child of my own. I taught her to ride, I taught her--but there! If you only knew what a heart of gold she has! And now to go and soil those pretty hands with work. And you could prevent it by holding up your little finger. Thank God, there is no occasion for me to stay at the Hall, for I've saved enough for my old age, though I don't deny that it will be a wrench4. And tomorrow the whole lot of us are going to hand in our resignation in a body."
"Indeed, you are not going to do anything of the sort," Ralph said sternly. "Don't let me hear any more of this folly5. If you do go, you will not come back again when this present head of the family has gone his way, which will be only a matter of a few months at the outside. I look to you to stop the silly action, Slight. I have given you my word before that this thing is not likely to be permanent. And when you come to know everything, you will see how wisely I have acted in the matter."
Slight's indignation cooled as quickly as it had heated. He scratched his white head in some perplexity. And the look he turned upon Ralph was one of fatherly affection.
"How like your father you do speak, sir," he said. "I suppose you must have your own way as he used to. And if I hadn't been a wicked old rascal6 these things would never have happened at all. My sin has found me out sorely."
"I am getting tired of this," Ralph said impatiently. "What sin are you alluding7 to? And Lady Dashwood is always harping8 on the same string. What wickedness were you two up to in the old days? What does it mean?"
"So her ladyship has not told you, sir?" Slight asked in a whisper. "She never told you about the old Squire9 and your father's first wife Maria Edgerton? She was the daughter of a farmer across the valley. The most beautiful creature that I ever set eyes on. Well, well, to think that you didn't know."
"I don't know," Ralph said. "My father never spoke10 of his first wife. And yet I always felt that his love for her was the passion of his life. He was a good husband to my mother, but still--and now you are going to tell me that story, Slight."
"Begging your pardon, sir, I'm not going to do anything of the kind," Slight said shortly. "I couldn't dream of doing anything of the kind without her ladyship's permission. You ask her, and she will tell you everything; indeed you have the right to know. And don't you worry about the servants at the Hall, because they will do exactly as I tell them. Make it as soon as you can, sir, for the old place doesn't seem the same without the lovely face and the blue eyes of Miss Mary looking after us. I'm an old man, and for over fifty years I've served the Dashwoods faithfully, and it does seem rather hard to think that I shall have to go on fawning11 and cringing12 to an impostor like the man who calls himself Sir Vincent Dashwood. There won't be much of the fine old cellar left if he stays here any time, I can tell you."
"Patience, Slight," Ralph replied. "It is only a matter of months. Here is Miss Mary coming down the avenue. I shall look after her, I would not have one hair of her head injured. And some day perhaps, Slight, if the fates are good to me, you will be serving me as you served my grandfather, with Miss Mary as mistress of Dashwood by my side. That is my desire. Slight, that is the one great ambition of my life. And you can keep that secret with the rest."
Ralph turned away and joined Mary as she came down the avenue. She tried to smile, but her lips were white and unsteady.
"That is finished," she said, with a brave attempt at cheerfulness. "It is awful to think that I shall never see the dear old place again. But I am not going to give way, I am going to show the world how a Dashwood can behave when trouble comes."
The girl drew up her head with an air of pride, she never seemed quite to forget what the family required of her. It was in moments like these that Ralph loved her least. It was this very foolish self-consciousness that he desired to conquer.
"It does not require a Dashwood to do that," he said. "Thousands of people make these noble sacrifices every day, and take no credit to themselves for it. When you get out into the world you will see another kind of pride and courage and devotion that will put your fetish to shame. If I were to say that this is the best thing that could happen to you, you would laugh the idea to scorn. Nevertheless, it is absolutely true. What money have you?"
"Perhaps thirty pounds," Mary explained; "and certain articles of jewelry13. But I am not going to part with them like the girl in the story did."
Ralph felt by no means so sure of that, but he said nothing. He was very silent till the dower house was reached, silent and a little guilty too, for he it was who had brought this about. He was sending Mary into the world to battle for her life alone. On the whole, he was not sorry that the girl had refused Lady Dashwood's offer of a home; that was a specimen14 of the right kind of pride at any rate. And yet, now that the hour of Mary's departure drew near, he dreaded15 the parting. After all, the experiment was a cruel one, it was not yet too late to save the situation.
Lady Dashwood was crying now; the dogcart stood by the great stone porch; Dashwood fidgeted about in a half-shamed kind of way, yet frowning disapproval16 of the whole business.
"Really, we are making a deal of fuss about nothing," he said. "Anybody would think that Mary was being led away to instant execution, instead of behaving in a way that makes me thoroughly17 ashamed of her. It is my clear duty to exercise my parental18 authority. As it is I am not going to do anything of the kind. Mary shall have her lesson. She will very soon get tired of playing the part of the unattached female. She will be back in a week."
And this was Mary's farewell greeting as she drove away from the dower house. She kept her face steady, and looked neither right nor left, not that she could see anything, for her eyes were blinded with tears. Behind the tears, one vision stood out bright and clear--the strong, reliant face of Ralph Darnley, the warm pressure of whose grip still tingled19 on Mary's fingers. It was good to know that she had one true friend.
The station was reached at last, and Mary was alone. She dismissed the dogcart; she did not want the groom20 to see that she was going to travel third class. It was rather a snobbish21 idea, and Mary despised herself for it accordingly. The porter and the ticket officer looked astonished as Mary asked the third-class fare to Victoria. How little things seemed to remind her of what had been!
"I am going third," she said firmly. "Will you please to see that my two baskets are placed in the luggage van, Gibbons?"
Gibbons touched his cap respectfully. It was the last outward recognition of her social station that Mary was destined22 to receive for some time to come. She had a vague idea of a carriage to herself, where she could have an hour or so to regain23 her composure. She had never had any difficulty in this way when travelling before. But first-class passengers, liberal towards the guard, and third-class trippers, are different things, as Mary speedily discovered. The train was very full, so full that Mary was content at last to find herself packed with nine other people in a stuffy24 compartment25, including a crying child and a surly workman, who smoked a foul26 pipe and spat1 liberally on the floor. One window was closed for the benefit of the fretting27 infant and the poisonous atmosphere of the place caused Mary to turn faint and giddy. Long before she reached Victoria her head was aching, her temples throbbing28 horribly.
Noblesse oblige! It was by no means a promising29 start, but Mary was not going to take her hand from the plough yet. And that dreadful journey could not last for ever. Victoria was reached at length, and it was possible to breathe a little comparatively fresh air again. Mary saw her two dress baskets placed on the platform and looked at them in a helpless kind of manner. Hitherto a maid or a footman had done all this kind of thing for her. An impatient porter wanted to know whether the boxes were to go on a cab or whether they were to be left in the cloak room.
"Make up your mind, miss," he said rudely. "I can't stand here all day."
"A four-wheeler," Mary gasped30. "I--I'm sorry, but my head aches so dreadfully that I can't even think properly. Will you call a cab for me?"
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
spat
|
|
| n.口角，掌击；v.发出呼噜呼噜声 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
prodigious
|
|
| adj.惊人的，奇妙的；异常的；巨大的；庞大的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
rosy
|
|
| adj.美好的，乐观的，玫瑰色的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
wrench
|
|
| v.猛拧；挣脱；使扭伤；n.扳手；痛苦，难受 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
folly
|
|
| n.愚笨，愚蠢，蠢事，蠢行，傻话 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
rascal
|
|
| n.流氓；不诚实的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
alluding
|
|
| 提及，暗指( allude的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
harping
|
|
| n.反复述说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
squire
|
|
| n.护卫, 侍从, 乡绅 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
spoke
|
|
| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
fawning
|
|
| adj.乞怜的，奉承的v.（尤指狗等）跳过来往人身上蹭以示亲热( fawn的现在分词 )；巴结；讨好 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
cringing
|
|
| adj.谄媚，奉承 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
jewelry
|
|
| n.（jewllery）（总称）珠宝 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
specimen
|
|
| n.样本，标本 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
dreaded
|
|
| adj.令人畏惧的；害怕的v.害怕，恐惧，担心( dread的过去式和过去分词) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
disapproval
|
|
| n.反对，不赞成 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
thoroughly
|
|
| adv.完全地，彻底地，十足地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
parental
|
|
| adj.父母的；父的；母的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
tingled
|
|
| v.有刺痛感( tingle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
groom
|
|
| vt.给（马、狗等）梳毛，照料，使...整洁 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
snobbish
|
|
| adj.势利的，谄上欺下的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
destined
|
|
| adj.命中注定的；(for)以…为目的地的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
regain
|
|
| vt.重新获得，收复，恢复 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
stuffy
|
|
| adj.不透气的，闷热的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
compartment
|
|
| n.卧车包房，隔间；分隔的空间 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
foul
|
|
| adj.污秽的；邪恶的；v.弄脏；妨害；犯规；n.犯规 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
fretting
|
|
| n. 微振磨损 adj. 烦躁的, 焦虑的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
throbbing
|
|
| a. 跳动的,悸动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
promising
|
|
| adj.有希望的，有前途的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
gasped
|
|
| v.喘气( gasp的过去式和过去分词 )；喘息；倒抽气；很想要 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |