We must again go back and pick up our threads to April, having rushed forward to be present at the wedding of Frank Houston and Imogene Docimer, which did not take place till near midsummer. This we must do at once in regard to Tom Tringle, who, if the matter be looked at aright, should be regarded as the hero of this little history. Ayala indeed, who is no doubt the real heroine among so many young ladies who have been more or less heroic, did not find in him the angel of whom she had dreamed, and whose personal appearance on earth was necessary to her happiness. But he had been able very clearly to pick out an angel for himself, and, though he had failed in his attempts to take the angel home with him, had been constant in his endeavours as long as there remained to him a chance of success. He had shown himself to be foolish, vulgar, and ignorant. He had given way to Bolivian champagne2 and Faddle intimacies3. He had been silly enough to think that he could bribe4 his Ayala with diamonds for herself, and charm her with cheaper jewelry5 on his own person. He had thought to soar high by challenging his rival to a duel6, and had then been tempted7 by pot courage to strike him in the streets. A very vulgar and foolish young man! But a young man capable of a persistent8 passion! Young men not foolish and not vulgar are, perhaps, common enough. But the young men of constant heart and capable of such persistency9 as Tom’s are not to be found every day walking about the streets of the metropolis10. Jonathan Stubbs was constant, too; but it may be doubted whether the Colonel ever really despaired. The merit is to despair and yet to be constant. When a man has reason to be assured that a young lady is very fond of him, he may always hope that love will follow — unless indeed the love which he seeks has been already given away elsewhere. Moreover, Stubbs had many substantial supports at his back; the relationship of the Marchesa, the friendship of Lady Albury, the comforts of Stalham — and not least, if last, the capabilities11 and prowess of Croppy. Then, too, he was neither vulgar nor foolish nor ignorant. Tom Tringle had everything against him — everything that would weigh with Ayala; and yet he fought his battle out to the last gasp12. Therefore, I desire my hearers to regard Tom Tringle as the hero of the transactions with which they have been concerned, and to throw their old shoes after him as he starts away upon his grand tour.
“Tom, my boy, you have to go, you know, in four days,” said his father to him. At this time Tom had as yet given no positive consent as to his departure. He had sunk into a low state of moaning and groaning13, in which he refused even to accede14 to the doctrine15 of the expediency16 of a manly17 bearing. “What’s the good of telling a lie about it?” he would say to his mother. “What’s the good of manliness18 when a fellow would rather be drowned?” He had left his bed indeed, and had once or twice sauntered out of the house. He had been instigated19 by his sister to go down to his club, under the idea that by such an effort he would shake off the despondency which overwhelmed him. But he had failed in the attempts, and had walked by the doors of the Mountaineers, finding himself unable to face the hall porter. But still the preparations for his departure were going on. It was presumed that he was to leave London for Liverpool on the Friday, and his father had now visited him in his own room on the Tuesday evening with the intention of extorting20 from him his final consent. Sir Thomas had on that morning expressed himself very freely to his son-in-law Mr Traffick, and on returning home had been glad to find that his words had been of avail, at any rate as regarded the dinner-hour. He was tender-hearted towards his son, and disposed to tempt1 him rather than threaten him into obedience21.
“I haven’t ever said I would go,” replied Tom.
“But you must, you know. Everything has been packed up, and I want to make arrangements with you about money. I have got a cabin for you to yourself, and Captain Merry says that you will have a very pleasant passage. The equinoxes are over.”
“I don’t care about the equinoxes,” said Tom. I should like bad weather if I am to go.”
“Perhaps you may have a touch of that, too.”
“If the ship could be dashed against a rock I should prefer it!” exclaimed Tom.
“That’s nonsense. The Cunard ships never are dashed against rocks. By the time you’ve been three days at sea you’ll be as hungry as a hunter. Now, Tom, how about money?”
“I don’t care about money,” said Tom.
“Don’t you? Then you’re very unlike anybody else that I meet. I think I had better give you power to draw at New York, San Francisco, Yokohama, Pekin, and Calcutta.”
“Am I to go to Pekin?” asked Tom, with renewed melancholy22.
“Well, yes — I think so. You had better see what the various houses are doing in China. And then from Calcutta you can go up the country. By that time I dare say we shall have possession of Kabul. With such a government as we have now, thank God! the Russians will have been turned pretty nearly out of Asia by this time next year.”
“Am I to be away more than a year?”
“If I were you,” said the father, glad to catch the glimmer23 of assent24 which was hereby implied — “if I were you I would do it thoroughly25 whilst I was about it. Had I seen so much when I was young I should have been a better man of business.”
“It’s all the same to me,” said Tom. Say ten years, if you like it! Say twenty! I shan’t ever want to come back again. Where am I to go after Kabul?”
“I didn’t exactly fix it that you should go to Kabul. Of course you will write home and give me your own opinion as you travel on. You will stay two or three months probably in the States.”
“Am I to go to Niagara?” he asked.
“Of course you will, if you wish it. The Falls of Niagara, I am told, are very wonderful.”
“If a man is to drown himself,” said Tom, it’s the sort of place to do it effectually.”
“Oh, Tom!” exclaimed his father. Do not speak to me in that way when I am doing everything in my power to help you in your trouble!”
“You cannot help me,” said Tom.
“Circumstances will. Time will do it. Employment will do it. A sense of your dignity as a man will do it, when you find yourself amongst others who know nothing of what you have suffered. You revel26 in your grief now because those around you know that you have failed. All that will be changed when you are with strangers. You should not talk to your father of drowning yourself!”
“That was wrong. I know it was wrong,” said Tom, humbly27. “I won’t do it if I can help it — but perhaps I had better not go there. And how long ought I to stay at Yokohama? Perhaps you had better put it all down on a bit of paper.” Then Sir Thomas endeavoured to explain to him that all that he said now was in the way of advice. That it would be in truth left to himself to go almost where he liked and to stay at each place almost as long as he liked — that he would be his own master, and that within some broad and undefined limits he would have as much money as he pleased to spend. Surely no preparations for a young man’s tour were ever made with more alluring28 circumstances! But Tom could not be tempted into any expression of satisfaction.
This, however, Sir Thomas did gain — that before he left his son’s room it was definitely settled — that Tom should take his departure on the Friday, going down to Liverpool by an afternoon train on that day. “I tell you what,” said Sir Thomas; I’ll go down with you, see you on board the ship, and introduce you to Captain Merry. I shall be glad of an opportunity of paying a visit to Liverpool.” And so the question of Tom’s departure was settled.
On the Wednesday and Thursday he seemed to take some interest in his bags and portmanteaus, and began himself to look after those assuagements of the toils29 of travel which are generally dear to young men. He interested himself in a fur coat, in a well-arranged despatch30 box, and in a very neat leathern case which was intended to hold two brandy flasks31. He consented to be told of the number of his shirts, and absolutely expressed an opinion that he should want another pair of dress-boots. When this occurred every female bosom32 in the house, from Lady Tringle’s down to the kitchen-maid’s, rejoiced at the signs of recovery which evinced themselves. But neither Lady Tringle nor the kitchen-maid, nor did any of the intermediate female bosoms33, know how he employed himself when he left the house on that Thursday afternoon. He walked across the Park, and, calling at Kingsbury Crescent, left a note addressed to his aunt. It was as follows: “I start tomorrow afternoon — I hardly know whither. It may be for years or it may be for ever. I should wish to say a word to Ayala before I go. Will she see me if I come at twelve o’clock exactly tomorrow morning? I will call for an answer in half an hour. T.T., junior. Of course I am aware that Ayala is to become the bride of Colonel Jonathan Stubbs.” In half an hour he returned, and got his answer. “Ayala will be glad to have an opportunity of saying goodbye to you tomorrow morning.”
From this it will be seen that Ayala had at that time returned from Stalham to Kingsbury Crescent. She had come back joyful34 in heart, thoroughly triumphant35 as to her angel, with everything in the world sweet and happy before her — desirous if possible to work her fingers on in mending the family linen36, if only she could do something for somebody in return for all the joy that the world was giving her. When she was told that Tom wished to see her for the last time — for the last time at any rate before her marriage — she assented37 at once. “I think you should see him as he asks it,” said her aunt.
“Poor Tom! Of course I will see him.” And so the note was written which Tom received when he called the second time at the door.
At half past eleven he skulked38 out of the house in Queen’s Gate, anxious to avoid his mother and sisters, who were on their side anxious to devote every remaining minute of the time to his comfort and welfare. I am afraid it must be acknowledged that he went with all his jewelry. It could do no good. At last he was aware of that. But still he thought that she would like him better with his jewelry than without it. Stubbs wore no gems39, not even a ring, and Ayala when she saw her cousin enter the room could only assure herself that the male angels certainly were never bejewelled. She was alone in the drawing-room, Mrs Dosett having arranged that at the expiration40 of ten minutes, which were to be allowed to Tom for his private adieux, she would come down to say goodbye to her nephew. “Ayala!” said Tom.
“So you are going away — for a very long journey, Tom.”
“Yes, Ayala; for a very long journey; to Pekin and Kabul, if I live through to get to those sort of places.”
“I hope you will live through, Tom.”
“Thank you, Ayala. Thank you. I dare say I shall. They tell me I shall get over it. I don’t feel like getting over it now.”
“You’ll find some beautiful young lady at Pekin, perhaps.”
“Beauty will never have any effect upon me again, Ayala. Beauty indeed! Think what I have suffered from beauty! From the first moment in which you came down to Glenbogie I have been a victim to it. It has destroyed me — destroyed me!”
“I am sure you will come back quite well,” said Ayala, hardly knowing how to answer the last appeal.
“Perhaps I may. If I can only get my heart to turn to stone, then I shall. I don’t know why I should have been made to care so much about it. Other people don’t.”
“And now we must say, Goodbye, I suppose.”
“Oh, yes — goodbye! I did want to say one or two words if you ain’t in a hurry. Of course you’ll be his bride now.”
“I hope so,” said Ayala.
“I take that for granted. Of course I hate him.”
“Oh, Tom; you shan’t say that.”
“It’s human nature! I can tell a lie if you want it. I’d do anything for you. But you may tell him this: I’m very sorry I struck him.”
“He knows that, Tom. He has said so to me.”
“He behaved well to me — very well — as he always does to everybody.”
“Now, Tom, that is good of you. I do like you so much for saying that.”
“But I hate him!”
“No!”
“The evil spirits always hate the good ones. I am conscious of an evil spirit within my bosom. It is because my spirit is evil that you would not love me. He is good, and you love him.”
“Yes; I do,” said Ayala.
“And now we will change the conversation. Ayala, I have got a little present which you must take from me.”
“Oh, no!” said Ayala, thinking of the diamond necklace.
“It’s only a little thing — and I hope you will.” Then he brought out from his pocket a small brooch which he had selected from his own stock of jewelry for the occasion. “We are cousins, you know.”
“Yes, we are cousins,” said Ayala, accepting the brooch, but still accepting it unwillingly41.
“He must be very disdainful if he would object to such a little thing as this,” said Tom, referring to the Colonel.
“He is not at all disdainful. He will not object in the least. I am sure of that, Tom. I will take it then, and I will wear it sometimes as a memento42 that we have parted like friends — as cousins should do.”
“Yes, as friends,” said Tom, who thought that even that word was softer to his ear than cousins. Then he took her by the hand and looked into her face wistfully, thinking what might be the effect if for the last and for the first time he should snatch a kiss. Had he done so I think she would have let it pass without rebuke43 under the guise44 of cousinship. It would have been very disagreeable — but then he was going away for so long a time, for so many miles! But at the moment Mrs Dosett came in, and Ayala was saved. “Goodbye,” he said; “goodbye,” and without waiting to take the hand which his aunt offered him he hurried out of the room, out of the house, and back across the Gardens to Queen’s Gate.
At Queen’s Gate there was an early dinner, at three o’clock, at which Sir Thomas did not appear, as he had arranged to come out of the city and meet his son at the railway station. There were, therefore, sitting at the board for the last time the mother and the two sisters with the intending traveller. “Oh, Tom,” said Lady Tringle, as soon as the servant had left them together, “I do so hope you will recover.”
“Of course he will recover,” said Augusta.
“Why shouldn’t he recover?” asked Gertrude. It’s all in a person’s mind. If he’d only make up his mind not to think about her the thing would be done, and there would be nothing the matter with him.”
“There are twenty others, ever so much better than Ayala, would have him tomorrow,” said his mother.
“And be glad to catch him,” said Gertrude. He’s not like one of those who haven’t got anything to make a wife comfortable with.”
“As for Ayala,” said Augusta, she didn’t deserve such good luck. I am told that that Colonel Stubbs can’t afford to keep any kind of carriage for her. But then, to be sure, she has never been used to a carriage.”
“Oh, Tom, do look up,” said his mother, and say that you will try to be happy.”
“He’ll be all right in New York,” said Gertrude. “There’s no place in the world, they say, where the girls put themselves forward so much, and make things so pleasant for the young men.”
“He will soon find someone there”, said Augusta, with a good deal more to say for herself than Ayala, and a great deal better looking.”
“I hope he will find someone who will really love him,” said his mother.
Tom sat silent while he listened to all this encouragement, turning his face from one speaker to the other. It was continued, with many other similar promises of coming happiness, and assurances that he had been a gainer in losing all that he had lost, when he suddenly turned sharply upon them, and strongly expressed his feelings to his sisters. “I don’t believe that either of you know anything about it,” he said.
“Don’t know anything about what?” said Augusta, who, as a lady who had been married over twelve months and was soon about to become a mother, felt that she certainly did know all about it.
“Why don’t we know as well as you?” asked, Gertrude, who had also had her experiences.
“I don’t believe you do know anything about it — that’s all,” said Tom. “And now there’s the cab. Goodbye, mother! Goodbye, Augusta. I hope you’ll be all right.” This alluded45 to the baby. “Goodbye, Gertrude. I hope you’ll get all right too some day.” This alluded to Gertrude’s two lovers. Then he left them, and as he got into his cab declared to himself that neither of them had ever, or would ever, know anything of that special trouble which had so nearly overwhelmed himself.
“Upon my word, Tom,” said his father, walking about the vessel46 with him, “I wish I were going to New York myself with you — it all looks so comfortable.”
“Yes,” said Tom, it’s very nice.
“You’ll enjoy yourself amazingly. There is that Mrs Thompson has two as pretty daughters with her as ever a man wished to see.” Tom shook his head. “And you’re fond of smoking. Did you see the smoking-room? They’ve got everything on board these ships now. Upon my word I envy you the voyage.”
“It’s as good as anything else, I dare say,” said Tom. “Perhaps it’s better than London.”
Then his father, who had been speaking aloud to him, whispered a word in his ear. “Shake yourself, Tom — shake yourself, and get over it.”
“I am trying,” said Tom.
“Love is a very good thing, Tom, when a man can enjoy it, and make himself warm with it, and protect himself by it from selfishness and hardness of heart. But when it knocks a man’s courage out of him, and makes him unfit for work, and leaves him to bemoan47 himself, there’s nothing good in it. It’s as bad as drink. Don’t you know that I am doing the best I can for you, to make a man of you?”
“I suppose so.”
“Then shake yourself, as I call it. It is to be done, if you set about it in earnest. Now, God bless you, my boy.” Then Sir Thomas got into his boat, and left his son to go upon his travels and get himself cured by a change of scene.
I have no doubt that Tom was cured, if not before he reached New York, at any rate before he left that interesting city — so that when he reached Niagara, which he did do in company with Mrs Thompson and her charming daughters, he entertained no idea of throwing himself down the Falls. We cannot follow him on that prolonged tour to Japan and China, and thence to Calcutta and Bombay. I fancy that he did not go on to Kabul, as before that time the Ministry48 in England was unfortunately changed, and the Russians had not as yet been expelled from Asia — but I have little doubt that he obtained a great deal of very useful mercantile information, and that he will live to have a comfortable wife and a large family, and become in the course of years the senior partner in the great house of Travers and Treason. Let us, who have soft hearts, now throw our old shoes after him.
NOTE: It has to be stated that this story was written in 1878.
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