第6章

类别:其他 作者:George MacDonald字数:24031更新时间:18/12/21 14:35:15
CHAPTERVIII。 NEST-BUILDING。 Ifyouwillhaveatreebearmorefruitthanithathusedtodo,itisnotanythingyoucandototheboughs,butitisthestirringoftheearth,andputtingnewmouldabouttheroots,thatmustworkit。 LORDBACON\'SAdvancementofLearning,b。ii。 InashorttimeHarry\'shealthwassomuchimproved,andconsequentlythestrengthandactivityofhismindsomuchincreased,thatHughbegantogivehimmoreexactmentaloperationstoperform。ButasifhehadbeenareaderofLordBacon,whichasyethewasnot,andhadlearnedfromhimthat“wonderistheseedofknowledge,“hecame,byakindofsympatheticinstinct,tothesameconclusionpractically,inthecaseofHarry。Hetriedtowakeaquestioninhim,byshowinghimsomethingthatwouldrousehisinterest。Thereplytothisquestionmightbethewholerudimentsofascience。 Thingsthemselvesshouldleadtothescienceofthem。Ifthingsarenotinterestinginthemselves,howcananyamountofknowledgeaboutthembe?Tobesure,thereissuchathingasapurelyorabstractlyintellectualinterest——thepleasureofthemereoperationoftheintellectuponthesignsofthings;butthismustspringfromahighlyexercisedintellectualcondition,andisnottobeexpectedbeforethepleasuresofintellectualmotionhavebeenexperiencedthroughtheemploymentofitsmeansforotherends。Whetherthisisahigherconditionornot,isopentomuchdisquisition。 OnedayHughwaspurposelyengagedintakingthealtitudeofthehighestturretofthehouse,withanoldquadranthehadfoundinthelibrary,whenHarrycameup。 “Whatareyoudoing,bigbrother?”saidhe;fornowthathewasquiteathomewithHugh,therewasawonderfulmixtureoffamiliarityandrespectinhim,thatwasquitebewitching。 “Findingouthowhighyourhouseis,littlebrother,“answeredHugh。 “Howcanyoudoitwiththatthing?Willitmeasuretheheightofotherthingsbesidesthehouse?” “Yes,theheightofamountain,oranythingyoulike。“ “Doshowmehow。“ Hughshowedhimasmuchofitashecould。 “ButIdon\'tunderstandit。“ “Oh!thatisquiteanotherthing。Todothat,youmustlearnagreatmanythings——Euclidtobeginwith。“ ThatveryafternoonHarrybeganEuclid,andsoonfoundquiteenoughofinterestontheroadtothequadrant,topreventhimfromfeelinganytediousnessinitslength。 OfanafternoonHughhadtakentoreadingShaksperetoHarry。 Euphrawasalwaysalistener。OnoneoccasionHarrysaid: “Iamsosorry,Mr。Sutherland,butIdon\'tunderstandthehalfofit。SometimeswhenEuphraandyouarelaughing,——andsometimeswhenEuphraiscrying,“addedhe,lookingatherslyly,“Ican\'tunderstandwhatitisallabout。AmIsoverystupid,Mr。 Sutherland?”Andhealmostcriedhimself。 “Notabitofit,Harry,myboy;onlyyoumustlearnagreatmanyotherthingsfirst。“ “HowcanIlearnthem?Iamwillingtolearnanything。Idon\'tfindittiremenowasitused。“ “TherearemanythingsnecessarytounderstandShaksperethatI cannotteachyou,andthatsomepeopleneverlearn。Mostofthemwillcomeofthemselves。Butofonethingyoumaybesure,Harry,thatifyoulearnanything,whateveritbe,youaresofarnearertounderstandingShakspere。“ Thesameafternoon,whenHarryhadwakedfromhissiesta,uponwhichHughstillinsisted,theywentoutforawalkinthefields。Thesunwashalfwaydownthesky,butveryhotandsultry。 “Iwishwehadourcaveofstrawtocreepintonow,“saidHarry。“I feltexactlylikethelittlefield-mouseyoureadtomeaboutinBurns\'spoems,whenwewentinthatmorning,andfounditalltornup,andhalfofitcarriedaway。Wehavenoplacetogotonowforapeculiarownplace;andtheconsequenceis,youhavenottoldmeanystoriesabouttheRomansforawholeweek。“ “Well,Harry,isthereanywayofmakinganother?” “There\'snomorestrawlyingaboutthatIknowof,“answeredHarry; “anditwon\'tdotopulltheinsideoutofarick,Iamafraid。“ “Butdon\'tyouthinkitwouldbepleasanttohaveachangenow;andaswehavelivedunderground,orsayinthesnowliketheNorthpeople,trylivingintheair,likesomeoftheSouthpeople?” “Delightful!”criedHarry——“Aballoon?” “No,notquitethat。Don\'tyouthinkanestwoulddo?” “Upinatree?” “Yes。“ Harrydartedoffforarun,astheonlymeansofexpressinghisdelight。Whenhecameback,hesaid: “Whenshallwebegin,Mr。Sutherland?” “Wewillgoandlookforaplaceatonce;butIamnotquitesurewhenweshallbeginyet。Ishallfindoutto-night,though。“ Theyleftthefields,andwentintothewoodsintheneighbourhoodofthehouse,attheback。Herethetreeshadgrowntoagreatsize,someofthembeingveryoldindeed。Theysoonfixeduponagrotesqueoldoakasapropertreeinwhichtobuildtheirnest;andHarry,who,aswellasHugh,hadagooddealofconstructivenessinhisnature,wassodelighted,thattheheatseemedtohavenomoreinfluenceuponhim;andHugh,fearfulofthereaction,wascompelledtorestrainhisgambols。 Pursuingtheirwaythroughthedarkwarpofthewood,withitsgoldenweftofcrossingsunbeams,HughbegantotellHarrythestoryofthekillingofC鎠arbyBrutusandtherest,fillinguptheaccountwithportionsfromShakspere。Fortunately,hewasabletogivetheorationsofBrutusandAntonyinfull。Harrywasinecstasyovertheeloquenceofthetwomen。 “Well,whatlanguagedoyouthinktheyspoke,Harry?”saidHugh。 “Why,“saidHarry,hesitating,“Isuppose——“then,asifasuddenlightbrokeuponhim——“Latinofcourse。Howstrange!” “Whystrange?” “Thatsuchmenshouldtalksuchadry,unpleasantlanguage。“ “Iallowitisadifficultlanguage,Harry;andveryponderousandmechanical;butnotnecessarilydryorunpleasant。TheRomans,youknow,wereparticularlyfondoflawineverything;andsotheymadeagreatmanylawsfortheirlanguage;orrather,itgrewso,becausetheywereofthatsort。Itwasliketheirswordsandarmourgenerally,notverygraceful,butverystrong;——liketheirarchitecturetoo,Harry。Nobodycaneverunderstandwhatapeopleis,withoutknowingitslanguage。Itisnotonlythatwefindallthesestoriesaboutthemintheirlanguage,butthelanguageitselfismorelikethemthananythingelsecanbe。Besides,Harry,I don\'tbelieveyouknowanythingaboutLatinyet。“ “Iknowallthedeclensionsandconjugations。“ “Butdon\'tyouthinkitmusthavebeenaverydifferentthingtohearitspoken?” “Yes,tobesure——andbysuchmen。Buthowevercouldtheyspeakit?” “TheyspokeitjustasyoudoEnglish。Itwasasnaturaltothem。 Butyoucannotsayyouknowanythingaboutit,tillyoureadwhattheywroteinit;tillyourearsdelightinthesoundoftheirpoetry;——“ “Poetry?” “Yes;andbeautifulletters;andwiselessons;andhistoriesandplays。“ “Oh!Ishouldlikeyoutoteachme。Willitbeashardtolearnalwaysasitisnow?” “Certainlynot。Iamsureyouwilllikeit。“ “Whenwillyoubeginme?” “To-morrow。Andifyougetonprettywell,wewillbeginournest,too,intheafternoon。“ “Oh,howkindyouare!Iwilltryveryhard。“ “Iamsureyouwill,Harry。“ Nextmorning,accordingly,Hughdidbeginhim,afterafashionofhisown;namely,bygivinghimashortsimplestorytoread,findingoutallthewordswithhiminthedictionary,andtellinghimwhattheterminationsofthewordssignified;forhefoundthathehadalreadyforgottenaverygreatdealofwhat,accordingtoEuphra,hehadbeenthoroughlytaught。Noonecanrememberwhatisentirelyuninterestingtohim。 HughwasaspreciseaboutthegrammarofalanguageasanyScotchProfessorofHumanity,oldProsodynotexcepted;buthethoughtittimeenoughtobegintothat,whensomeinterestinthewordsthemselvesshouldhavebeenawakenedinthemindofhispupil。Hehatedslovenlinessasmuchasanyone;butthequestionwas,howbesttoarriveatthoroughnessintheend,withoutlosingthehigherobjectsofstudy;andnothow,atallrisks,tocommenceteachingthelessonofthoroughnessatonce,andsowasteontheshapeofapin-headtheintellectwhich,properlydirected,mightarriveatthefarmoreminuteaccuraciesofasteam-engine。ThefaultofEuphrainteachingHarry,hadbeenthat,withacertainkindoftyrannicalaccuracy,shehaddeterminedtohavethethingdone——notmerelydecentlyandinorder,butprudishlyandpedantically;sothatshedeprivedprogressofthepleasurewhichoughtnaturallytoattendit。Shespoiledthewalktothedistantoutlook,bystoppingateverystep,notmerelytopickflowers,buttobotaniseontheweeds,andtocalculatethedistanceadvanced。Itisquitetruethatweoughttolearntodothingsirrespectiveofthereward;butplentyofopportunitieswillbegivenintheprogressoflife,andinmuchhigherkindsofaction,toexerciseoursenseofdutyinsevereloneliness。Wehavenorighttoturnintellectualexercisesintopureoperationsofconscience:theseoughttoinvolveessentialduty;althoughnodoubtthereisplentyofroomforminglingdutywiththose;while,ontheotherhand,thehighestactofsufferingself-denialisnotwithoutitsaccompanyingreward。Neitheristhereanyexerciseofthehigherintellectualpowersinlearningthemeregrammarofalanguage,necessaryasitisforameans。Andlanguagehavingbeenmadebeforegrammar,alanguagemustbeinsomemeasureunderstood,beforeitsgrammarcanbecomeintelligible。 Harry\'sweak(thoughtrueandkeen)lifecouldnotforceitswayintoanychannel。Hiswasanatureessentiallydependentonsympathy。Itcouldflowintotruththroughanotherlovingmind: lefttoitself,itcouldnotfindtheway,andsankinthedrysandofennuiandself-imposedobligations。Euphrawasutterlyincapableofunderstandinghim;andtheboyhadbeendyingforlackofsympathy,thoughneitherhenoranyoneabouthimhadsuspectedthefact。 Therewasastrangedisproportionbetweenhisknowledgeandhiscapacity。Hewasable,whenhisattentionwasdirected,hisgazefixed,andhiswholenaturesupportedbyHugh,toseedeepintomanythings,andhisremarkswereoftenstrikinglyoriginal;buthewasoneofthemostignorantboys,forhisyears,thatHughhadevercomeacross。Alongandsevereillness,whenhewasjustpassingintoboyhood,hadthrownhimbackfarintohischildhood;andhewasonlynowbeginningtoshowthathehadanythingoftheboy-lifeinhim。Hencearosethatunequaldevelopmentwhichhasbeensufficientlyevidentinthestory。 Intheafternoon,theywenttothewood,andfoundthetreetheyhadchosenfortheirnest。ToHarry\'sintenseadmiration,Hugh,ashesaid,wentupthetreelikeasquirrel,onlyhewastoobigforabeareven。Justonelayeroffoliageabovethelowestbranches,hecametoaplacewherehethoughttherewasasuitablefoundationforthenest。FromthegroundHarrycouldscarcelyseehim,as,withanaxewhichhehadborrowedforthepurpose(fortherewasacarpenter\'swork-shoponthepremises),hecutawayseveralsmallbranchesfromthreeoftheprincipalones;andsohadthesethreeasrafters,readydressedandplaced,forthefoundationofthenest。 Havingmadesomemeasurements,hedescended;andrepairingwithHarrytothework-shop,procuredsomeboardingandsometools,whichHarryassistedincarryingtothetree。Ascendingagain,anddrawinguphismaterials,bythehelpofHarry,withapieceofstring,Hughinaverylittlewhilehadalevelfloor,fourfeetsquare,intheheartoftheoaktree,quiteinvisiblefrombelow——buriedinacloudofgreenleaves。Forgreatersafety,hefastenedropesashandrailsallarounditfromonebranchtoanother。Andnownothingremainedbuttoconstructabenchtositon,andsuchastairasHarrycouldeasilyclimb。Theboywasquiterestlesswithanxietytogetupandseethenest;andkeptcallingoutconstantlytoknowifhemightnotcomeupyet。AtlengthHughallowedhimtotry;butthepoorboywasnothalfstrongenoughtoclimbthetreewithouthelp。SoHughdescended,andwithhisaidHarrywassoonstandingonthenew-builtplatform。 “Ifeeljustlikeaneagle,“hecried;butherehisvoicefaltered,andhewassilent。 “Whatisthematter,Harry?”saidhistutor。 “Oh,nothing,“repliedhe;“onlyIdidn\'texactlyknowwhereaboutsweweretillIgotuphere。“ “Whereaboutsarewe,then?” “ClosetotheendoftheGhost\'sWalk。“ “Butyoudon\'tmindthatnow,surely,Harry?” “No,sir;thatis,notsomuchasIused。“ “ShallItakeallthisdownagain,andbuildournestsomewhereelse?” “Oh,no,ifyoudon\'tthinkitmatters。Itwouldbeagreatpity,afteryouhavetakensomuchtroublewithit。Besides,Ishallneverbeherewithoutyou;andIdonotthinkIshouldbeafraidoftheghostherself,ifyouwerewithme。“ YetHarryshudderedinvoluntarilyatthethoughtofhisowndaringspeech。 “Verywell,Harry,myboy;wewillfinishithere。Now,ifyoustandthere,Iwillfastenaplankacrossherebetweenthesetwostumps——no,thatwon\'tdoexactly。Imustputapieceontothisone,toraiseittoalevelwiththeother——thenweshallhaveaseatinafewminutes。“ Hammerandnailswerebusyagain;andinafewminutestheysatdowntoenjoythe“softpiplingcold“whichswungalltheleavesaboutlikelittletrap-doorsthatopenedintotheInfinite。Harrywashighlycontented。Hedrewadeepbreathofsatisfactionas,lookingaboveandbeneathandallabouthim,hesawthattheywerefoldedinanalmostimpenetrablenetoffoliage,throughwhichnothingcouldstealintotheirsanctuary,save“thecharteredlibertine,theair,“ andafewstraybeamsofthesettingsun,filteringthroughthemultitudinousleaves,fromwhichtheycaughtagreentintastheypassed。 “Fancyyourselfafish,“saidHugh,“inthedepthofacavernofseaweed,whichfloatsaboutintheslowswingingmotionoftheheavywaters。“ “Whatafunnynotion!” “Notsoabsurdasyoumaythink,Harry;forjustassomefishescrawlaboutonthebottomofthesea,sodowemenatthebottomofanoceanofair;which,ifitbeathinnerone,iscertainlyadeeperone。“ “Thenthebirdsaretheswimmingfishes,aretheynot?” “Yes,tobesure。“ “AndyouandIaretwomermen——doingwhat?Waitingformothermermaidtogiveusourdinner。Iamgettinghungry。Butitwillbealongtimebeforeamermaidgetsuphere,Iamafraid。“ “Thatremindsme,“saidHugh,“thatImustbuildastairforyou,MasterHarry;foryouarenotmermanenoughtogetupwithastrokeofyourscalytail。Soheregoes。YoucansittheretillIfetchyou。“ Nailingalittlerudebrackethereandthereonthestemofthetree,justwhereHarrycouldavailhimselfofhand-holdaswell,Hughhadsoonfinishedastrangelyirregularstaircase,whichittookHarrytwoorthreetimestrying,tolearnquiteoff。 CHAPTERIX。 GEOGRAPHYPOINT。 Iwillfetchyouatooth-pickernowfromthefarthestinchofAsia; bringyouthelengthofPresterJohn\'sfoot;fetchyouahairoffthegreatCham\'sbeard;doyouanyembassagetothePigmies。 MuchAdoaboutNothing。 Thenextday,afterdinner,Mr。Arnoldsaidtothetutor: “Well,Mr。Sutherland,howdoesHarrygetonwithhisgeography?” Mr。Arnold,beitunderstood,hadaweaknessforgeography。 “Wehavenotdoneanythingatthatyet,Mr。Arnold。“ “Notdoneanythingatgeography!Andtheboygettingquiterobustnow!Iamastonished,Mr。Sutherland。Why,whenhewasamerechild,hecouldrepeatallthecountiesofEngland。“ “Perhapsthatmaybethereasonforthedecideddistasteheshowsforitnow,Mr。Arnold。ButIwillbegintoteachhimatonce,ifyoudesireit。“ “Idodesireit,Mr。Sutherland。Athoroughgeographicalknowledgeisessentialtotheeducationofagentleman。Askmeanyquestionyouplease,Mr。Sutherland,onthemapoftheworld,oranyofitsdivisions。“ Hughaskedafewquestions,whichMr。Arnoldansweredatonce。 “Pooh!pooh!”saidhe,“thisismerechild\'splay。Letmeaskyousome,Mr。Sutherland。“ HisveryfirstquestionposedHugh,whoseknowledgeinthissciencewasnotbyanymeansminute。 “IfearIamnogentleman,“saidhe,laughing;“butIcanatleastlearnaswellasteach。Weshallbeginto-morrow。“ “Whatbookshaveyou?” “Oh!nobooks,ifyouplease,justyet。IfyouaresatisfiedwithHarry\'sprogresssofar,letmehavemyownwayinthistoo。“ “Butgeographydoesnotseemyourstrongpoint。“ “No;butImaybeabletoteachitallthebetterfromfeelingthedifficultiesofalearnermyself。“ “Well,youshallhaveafairtrial。“ NextmorningHughandHarrywentoutforawalktothetopofahillintheneighbourhood。Whentheyreachedit,Hughtookasmallcompassfromhispocket,andsetitontheground,contemplatingitandthehorizonalternately。 “Whatareyoudoing,Mr。Sutherland?” “Iamtryingtofindtheexactlinethatwouldgothroughmyhome,“ saidhe。 “Isthatfunnylittlethingabletotellyou?” “Yes;thisalongwithotherthings。Isn\'titcurious,Harry,tohaveinmypocketalittlethingwithakindofspiritinit,thatunderstandsthespiritthatisinthebigworld,andalwayspointstoitsNorthPole?” “Explainittome。“ “Itisnearlyasmuchamysterytomeastoyou。“ “WhereistheNorthPole?” “Look,thelittlethingpointstoit。“ “ButIwillturnitaway。Oh!itwon\'tgo。Itgoesbackandback,dowhatIwill。“ “Yes,itwill,ifyouturnitawayalldaylong。Look,Harry,ifyouweretogostraightoninthisdirection,youwouldcometoaLaplander,harnessinghisbroad-hornedreindeertohissledge。He\'satitnow,Idaresay。Ifyouweretogointhislineexactly,youwouldgothroughthesmokeandfireofaburningmountaininalandofice。Ifyouweretogothisway,straighton,youwouldfindyourselfinthemiddleofaforestwithalionglaringatyourfeet,foritisdarknighttherenow,andsohot!Andoverthere,straighton,thereissuchalovelysunset。Thetopofasnowymountainisallpinkwithlight,thoughthesunisdown——oh!suchcoloursallabout,likefairyland!Andthere,thereisadesertofsand,andacameldying,andallhiscompanionsjustdisappearingonthehorizon。Andthere,thereisanawfulsea,withoutaboattobeseenonit,darkanddismal,withhugerocksallaboutit,andwastebordersofsand——sodreadful!” “Howdoyouknowallthis,Mr。Sutherland?Youhaveneverwalkedalongthoselines,Iknow,foryoucouldn\'t。“ “Geographyhastaughtme。“ “No,Mr。Sutherland!”saidHarry,incredulously。 “Well,shallwetravelalongthisline,justacrossthatcrownoftreesonthehill?” “Yes,doletus。“ “Then,“saidHugh,drawingatelescopefromhispocket,“thishillishenceforthGeographyPoint,andalltheworldliesroundaboutit。Doyouknowweareintheverymiddleoftheearth?” “Arewe,indeed?” “Yes。Don\'tyouknowanypointyouliketochooseonaballisthemiddleofit?” “Oh!yes——ofcourse。“ “Verywell。Whatliesatthebottomofthehilldownthere?” “Arnstead,tobesure。“ “Andwhatbeyondthere?” “Idon\'tknow。“ “Lookthroughhere。“ “Oh!thatmustbethevillagewerodetoyesterday——Iforgetthenameofit。“ Hughtoldhimthename;andthenmadehimlookwiththetelescopeallalongtherecedinglinetothetreesontheoppositehill。Justashecaughtthem,avoicebesidethemsaid: “Whatareyouabout,Harry?” Hughfeltaglowofpleasureasthevoicefellonhisear。 ItwasEuphra\'s。 “Oh!”repliedHarry,“Mr。Sutherlandisteachingmegeographywithatelescope。It\'ssuchfun!” “He\'sawonderfultutor,thatofyours,Harry!” “Yes,isn\'thejust?But,“Harrywenton,turningtoHugh,“whatarewetodonow?Wecan\'tgetfartherforthathill。“ “Ah!wemustapplytoyourpapanow,tolendussomeofhisbeautifulmaps。Theywillteachuswhatliesbeyondthathill。Andthenwecanreadinsomeofhisbooksabouttheplaces;andsogoonandon,tillwereachthebeautiful,wide,restlesssea;overwhichwemustsailinspiteofwindandtide——straightonandon,tillwecometolandagain。Butwemustmakeagreatmanysuchjourneysbeforewereallyknowwhatsortofaplacewearelivingin;andweshallhaveeversomanythingstolearnthatwillsurpriseus。“ “Oh!itwillbenice!”criedHarry。 Afteralittlemoregeographicaltalk,theyputuptheirinstruments,andbegantodescendthehill。HarrywasinnoneedofHugh\'sbacknow,butEuphrawasinneedofhishand。Infact,shespelledforitssupport。 “Howawkwardofme!Iamstumblingovertheheathershamefully!” Shewas,infact,stumblingoverherowndress,whichshewouldnotholdup。Hughofferedhishand;andhersmalloneseemedquitecontenttobeswallowedupinhislargeone。 “Whydoyouneverletmeputyouonyourhorse?”saidHugh。“Youalwaysmanagetopreventmesomehoworother。Thelasttime,Ijustturnedmyhead,and,behold!whenIlooked,youweregatheringyourreins。“ “Itisonlyatrickofindependence,Hugh——Mr。Sutherland——Ibegyourpardon。“ IcanmakenoexcuseforEuphra,forshehadpositivelyneverheardhimcalledHugh:therewasnoonetodoso。But,thesliphadnot,therefore,thelesseffect;foritsoundedasifshehadbeensayinghisnameoverandoveragaintoherself。 “Ibegyourpardon,“repeatedEuphra,hastily;for,asHughdidnotreply,shefearedherarrowhadswervedfromitsmark。 “Forasweetfault,Euphra——Ibegyourpardon——MissCameron。“ “Youpunishmewithforgiveness,“returnedshe,withoneofhersweetestlooks。 Hughcouldnothelppressingthelittlehand。 Wasthepressurereturned?Soslight,soairywasthetouch,thatitmighthavebeenonlythethrobofhisownpulses,allconsciouslyvitalaboutthewonderfulwoman-handthatrestedinhis。Ifhehadclaimedit,shemighteasilyhavedeniedit,soetherealanduncertainwasit。Yethebelievedinit。Heneverdreamedthatshewasexercisingherskilluponhim。Whatcouldbeherobjectinbewitchingapoortutor?Ah!whatindeed? Meantimethismuchiscertain,thatshewasdrawingHughcloserandclosertoherside;thatasoothingdreamofdelighthadbeguntostealoverhisspirit,soontomakeittossinfeverousunrest——asthefirsteffectsofsomepoisonsarelikeadawnoftenfoldstrength。Themountainwindblewfromhertohim,sometimessweepinghergarmentsabouthim,andbathinghimintheirfaintsweetodours——odourswhichsomehowseemedtobelongtoherwhomtheyhadonlylastvisited;sometimes,sokindlystrongdiditblow,compellingher,oratleastgivingherexcuseenough,toleavehishandandclingcloselytohisarm。Afreshspringbegantoburstfromtheverybosomofwhathadseemedbeforeaperfectsummer。A springtosummer!Whatwouldthefollowingsummerbe?Ah!andwhattheautumn?Andwhatthewinter?Forifthesummerbetenfoldsummer,thenmustthewinterbetenfoldwinter。 Butthoughknowledgeisgoodforman,foreknowledgeisnotsogood。 And,thoughLovebegood,atempestofitinthebrainwillnotripenthefruitslikeasoftsteadywind,orwafttheshipshometotheirdesiredhaven。 Perhaps,whatenslavedHughmost,wasthefeelingthatthedamselstoopedtohim,withoutknowingthatshestooped。Sheseemedtohimineverywayabovehim。Sheknewsomanythingsofwhichhewasignorant;couldsaysuchlovelythings;could,hedidnotdoubt,writelovelyverses;couldsinglikeanangel;(thoughScotchsongsarenotofessentiallyangelicstrain,norItaliansongseither,ingeneral;andtheywereallthatshecoulddo);wasmistressofagreatrichwonderfulhouse,withahistory;and,morethanall,was,orappearedtohimtobe——abeautifulwoman。Itwastruethathisfamilywasasgoodashers;buthehaddisownedhisfamily——sohispridedeclared;andthesamepridemadehimdespisehispresentposition,andlookuponatutor\'semploymentas——as——well,asotherpeoplelookuponit;asarathercontemptibleoneinfact,especiallyforayoung,powerful,six-footfellow。 TheinfluenceofEuphrasiawasnotofthebestuponhimfromthefirst;forithadgreatlyincreasedthisfeelingabouthisoccupation。ItcouldnotaffecthisfeelingstowardsHarry;sotheboydidnotsufferasyet。Butitsethimuponaveryunprofitablekindofcastle-building:hewouldbeasoldierlikehisfather;hewouldleaveArnstead,torevisititwithaswordbyhisside,andaSirbeforehisname。SirHughSutherlandwouldbesomebodyevenintheeyesofthemasterofArnstead。Yes,asix-footfellow,thoughhemaybesensibleinthemain,isnot,therefore,freefromsmallvanities,especiallyifhebeinlove。ButhowleaveEuphra? AgainIoutrunmystory。 CHAPTERX。 ITALIAN。 Permesivanellacitt?dolente。 DANTE Throughmethougoestintothecityofgrief。 Ofnecessity,withsomanyshaftsopenedintothemountainofknowledge,afargreateramountoftimemustbedevotedbyHarryandhistutortotheworkingofthemine,thantheyhadgivenhitherto。 Thismadeaconsiderablealterationintheintercourseoftheyouthandthelady;for,althoughEuphrawasoftenpresentduringschool-hours,itmustbesaidforHughthat,duringthosehours,hepaidalmostallhisattentiontoHarry;somuchofit,indeed,thatperhapstherewasnotenoughlefttopleasethelady。Butshedidnotsayso。Shesatbesidetheminsilence,occupiedwithherwork,andsavingupherglancesforuse。Nowandthenshewouldread; takinganopportunitysometimes,butnotoften,whenafittingpauseoccurred,toaskhimtoexplainsomepassageaboutwhichshewasindoubt。Itmustbeconcededthatsuchpassageswerewellchosenforthepurpose;forshewastoowisetodoherownintellectdiscreditbyfeigningadifficultywhereshesawnone;intellectbeingtheonlygiftinothersforwhichshewasconsciousofanyreverence。 By-and-byshebegantodiscontinuethesevisitstotheschoolroom。 Perhapsshefoundthemdull。Perhaps——butweshallsee。 Onemorning,inthecourseoftheirstudy——Euphranotpresent——Hughhadoccasiontogofromhisownroom,where,forthemostpart,theycarriedonthesevererportionoftheirlabours,downtothelibraryforabook,toenlightenthemuponsomepointonwhichtheywereindoubt。Ashewaspassinganopendoor,Euphra\'svoicecalledhim。 Heentered,andfoundhimselfinherprivatesitting-room。Hehadnotknownbeforewhereitwas。 “Ibegyourpardon,Mr。Sutherland,forcallingyou,butIamatthismomentinadifficulty。IcannotmanagethislineintheInferno。Dohelpme。“ Shemovedthebooktowardshim,ashenowstoodbyherside,sheremainingseatedathertable。Tohismortification,hewascompelledtoconfesshisutterignoranceofthelanguage。 “Oh!Iamdisappointed,“saidEuphra。 “NotsomuchasIam,“repliedHugh。“ButcouldyousparemeoneortwoofyourItalianbooks?” “Withpleasure,“sheanswered,risingandgoingtoherbookshelves。 “Iwantonlyagrammar,adictionary,andaNewTestament。“ “Theretheyare,“shesaid,takingthemdownoneaftertheother,andbringingthemtohim。“Idaresayyouwillsoongetupwithpoorstupidme。“ “Ishalldomybesttogetwithinhearingofyourvoice,atleast,inwhichItalianmustbelovely。“ Noreply,butasuddendroopofthehead。 “But,“continuedHugh,“uponsecondthoughts,lestIshouldbecompelledtoremaindumb,orelseannoyyourdelicateearwithdiscordantsounds,justgivemeonelessoninthepronunciation。 Letmehearyoureadalittlefirst。“ “Withallmyheart。“ Euphrabegan,andreaddelightfully;forshewasanexcellentItalianscholar。ItwasnecessarythatHughshouldlookoverthebook。Thiswasdifficultwhileheremainedstanding,asshedidnotoffertoliftitfromthetable。Gradually,therefore,andhardlyknowinghow,hesettledintoachairbyherside。Half-an-hourwentbylikeaminute,ashelistenedtothesilverytonesofhervoice,breakingintoabell-likesounduponthedoubleconsonantsofthatsweetlady-tongue。Thenitwashisturntoreadandbecorrected,andreadagainandbeagaincorrected。Anotherhalf-hourglidedaway,andyetanother。Butitmustbeconfessedhemadegooduseofthetime——ifonlyithadbeenhisowntouse;forattheendofithecouldpronounceItalianverytolerably——wellenough,atleast,tokeephimfromfixingerrorsinhispronunciation,whilestudyingthelanguagealone。Suddenlyhecametohimself,andlookedupasfromadream。Hadshebeenbewitchinghim?HewasinEuphra\'sroom——alonewithher。Andthedoorwasshut——howorwhen?And——helookedathiswatch——poorlittleHarryhadbeenwaitinghisreturnfromthelibrary,forthelasthourandahalf。Hewasconscience-stricken。Hegatheredupthebookshastily,thankedEuphrainthesamehurriedmanner,andlefttheroomwithconsiderabledisquietude,closingthedoorverygently,almostguiltily,behindhim。 IamafraidEuphrahadbeenperfectlyawarethatheknewnothingaboutItalian。Didsheseeherowneyesshineinthemirrorbeforeher,asheclosedthedoor?Wassheinlovewithhim,then? WhenHughreturnedwiththeItalianbooks,insteadoftheencyclop鎑iahehadgonetoseek,hefoundHarrysittingwherehehadlefthim,withhisarmsandheadonthetable,fastasleep。 “Poorboy!”saidHughtohimself;buthecouldnothelpfeelinggladhewasasleep。Hestoleoutoftheroomagain,passedthefataldoorwithalongingpain,foundthevolumeofhisquestinthelibrary,and,returningwithit,satdownbesideHarry。Therehesattillheawoke。 Whenhedidawakeatlast,itwasalmosttimeforluncheon。Theshame-facedboywasexceedinglypenitentforwhatwasnofault,whileHughcouldnotrelievehimbyconfessinghis。Hecouldonlysay: “Itwasmyfault,Harrydear。Istayedawaytoolong。Youweresonicelyasleep,Iwouldnotwakeyou。Youwillnotneedasiesta,thatisall。“ Hewasashamedofhimself,asheutteredthefalsewordstothetrue-heartedchild。Butthis,alas!wasnottheendofitall。 Desirousoflearningthelanguage,butfarmoredesirousofcommendinghimselftoEuphra,Hughbeganindownrightearnest。Thatveryevening,hefeltthathehadalittleholdofthelanguage。 Harrywaslefttohisownresources。Norwasthereanyharminthisinitself:Hughhadarighttopartofeverydayforhisownuses。Butthen,hehadbeenwithHarryalmosteveryevening,oragreatpartofit,andtheboymissedhimmuch;forhewasnotyetself-dependent。HewouldhavegonetoEuphrasia,butsomehowshehappenedtobeengagedthatevening。Sohetookrefugeinthelibrary,where,inthedesolationofhisspirit,Polexanderbegan,almostimmediately,toexerciseitsolddrearyfascinationuponhim。 AlthoughhehadnotopenedthebooksinceHughhadrequestedhimtoputitaway,yethehadnotgivenuptheintentionoffinishingitsomeday;andnowhetookitdown,andopeneditlistlessly,withtheintentionofdoingsomethingtowardsthegradualredeemingofthepledgehehadgiventohimself。Buthefounditmoreirksomethanever。Stillhereadon;tillatlengthhecoulddiscovernomeaningatallinthesentences。Thenhebegantodoubtwhetherhehadreadthewords。Hefixedhisattentionbymainforceoneveryindividualword;buteventhenhebegantodoubtwhetherhecouldsayhehadreadthewords,forhemighthavemissedseeingsomeoftheletterscomposingeachword。Hegrewsonervousandmiserableoverit,almostcountingeveryletter,thatatlastheburstintotears,andthrewthebookdown。 Hisintellect,whichinitselfwasexcellent,wasquiteoftheparasiticorder,requiringtowinditselfaboutastrongerintellect,tokeepitselfintheregionoffreshairandpossiblegrowth。Lefttoitself,itsweakstemcouldnotraiseitabovetheground:itwouldgrowandmassupontheearth,tillitdecayedandcorrupted,forlackofroom,light,andair。But,ofcourse,therewasnodangerinthemeantime。Thiswasbutthepassingsadnessofanoccasionalloneliness。 HecrepttoHugh\'sroom,andreceivedaninvitationtoenter,inanswertohisgentleknock;butHughwassoabsorbedinhisnewstudy,thathehardlytookanynoticeofhim,andHarryfounditalmostasdrearyhereasinthestudy。Hewouldhavegoneout,butadrizzlingrainwasfalling;andheshrankintohimselfatthethoughtoftheGhost\'sWalk。Thedinner-bellwasawelcomesummons。 Hugh,inspiritedbythereactionfromcloseattention,bythepresenceofEuphra,andbythedesiretomakehimselfgenerallyagreeable,whichsprungfromtheconsciousnessofhavingdonewrong,talkedalmostbrilliantly,delightingEuphra,overcomingHarrywithreverentastonishment,andeveninterestingslowMr。Arnold。WiththelatterHughhadbeengraduallybecomingafavourite;partlybecausehehaddiscoveredinhimwhatheconsideredhigh-mindedsentiments;for,howeverstupidandconventionalMr。Arnoldmightbe,hehadafoundationofsterlingworthinessofcharacter。 Euphra,insteadofshowinganyjealousyofthisgrowingfriendliness,favoureditineverywayinherpower,andnowandthenalludedtoitinherconversationswithHugh,asaffordinghergreatsatisfaction。 “Iamsogladhelikesyou!”shewouldsay。 “Whyshouldshebeglad?”thoughtHugh。 Thisgentleclaimofakindofpropertyinhim,addedconsiderablytothestrengthoftheattractionthatdrewhimtowardsher,astowardsthecentreofhisspiritualgravitation;ifindeedthatcouldbecalledspiritualwhichhadsolittleoftheelementofmoralorspiritualadmiration,orevenapproval,mingledwithit。 HeneverfeltthatEuphrawasgood。Heonlyfeltthatshedrewhimwithavagueforceoffemininesovereignty——acharmwhichhecouldnomoreresistorexplain,thantheironcouldtheattractionoftheloadstone。Neithercouldhehavesaid,hadhereallyconsideredthematter,thatshewasbeautiful——onlythatsheoften,veryoften,lookedbeautiful。Isuspectifshehadbeenratherugly,itwouldhavebeenallthesameforHugh。 HepursuedhisItalianstudieswithasinglenessofaimandeffortthatcarriedhimonrapidly。HeaskednoassistancefromEuphra,andsaidnothingtoherabouthisprogress。Buthewassoabsorbedinit,thatitdrewhimstillfurtherfromhispupil。Ofcoursehewentoutwithhim,walkingorridingeverydaythattheweatherwouldpermit;andhehadregularschoolhourswithhimwithindoors。 Butduringthelatter,whileHarrywasdoingsomethingonhisslate,orwriting,orlearningsomelesson(whichkindofworkhappenedoftenernowthanhecouldhaveapprovedof),hewouldtakeuphisItalian;and,notwithstandingHarry\'squiethintsthathehadfinishedwhathadbeensethim,remainburiedinitforalongtime。 Whenhewokeatlasttothenecessityoftakingsomenoticeoftheboy,hewouldonlyappointhimsomethingelsetooccupyhimagain,soastoleavehimselffreetofollowhisnewbent。Nowandthenhewouldbecomeawareofhisblameableneglect,andmakeafeeblestruggletorectifywhatseemedtobegrowingintoahabit——andoneoftheworstforatutor;buthegraduallysankbackintothemire,formireitwas,comfortinghimselfwiththeresolutionthatassoonashewasabletoreadItalianwithoutabsolutelyspellinghisway,hewouldletEuphraseewhatprogresshehadmade,andthenreturnwithrenewedenergytoHarry\'seducation,keepinguphisownnewaccomplishmentbymoremoderateexercisetherein。Itmustnotbesupposed,however,thatalongcourseoftimepassedinthisway。 Attheendofafortnight,hethoughthemightventuretorequestEuphratoshowhimthepassagewhichhadperplexedher。Thistimeheknewwhereshewas——inherownroom;forhismindhadbeguntohauntherwhereabouts。Heknockedatherdoor,heardthesilvery,thrilling,happysound,“Comein;“andenteredtrembling。 “WouldyoushowmethepassageinDantethatperplexedyoutheotherday?” Euphralookedalittlesurprised;butgotthebookandpointeditoutatonce。 Hughglancedatit。Hissuperioracquaintancewiththegeneralformsoflanguageenabledhim,afterfindingtwowordsinEuphra\'slargerdictionary,toexplainit,toherimmediatesatisfaction。 “Youastonishme,“saidEuphra。 “Latingivesmeanadvantage,yousee,“saidHughmodestly。 “Itseemstobeverywonderful,nevertheless。“ TheseweresweetsoundstoHugh\'sear。Hehadgainedhisend。Andshehers。 “Well,“shesaid,“Ihavejustcomeuponanotherpassagethatperplexesmenotalittle。Willyoutryyourpowersuponthatforme?” Sosaying,sheproceededtofindit。 “Itisschool-time,“saidHugh“IfearImustnotwaitnow。“ “Pooh!pooh!Don\'tmakeapedagogueofyourself。Youknowyouareheremoreasaguardian——bigbrother,youknow——tothedearchild。 Bytheway,Iamratherafraidyouareworkinghimalittlemorethanhisconstitutionwillstand。“ “Doyouthinkso?”returnedHughquitewillingtobeconvinced。“I shouldbeverysorry。“ “Thisisthepassage,“saidEuphra。 Hughsatdownoncemoreatthetablebesideher。Hefoundthismorselconsiderablytougherthanthelast。Butatlengthhesucceededinpullingittopiecesandreconstructingitinasimplerformforthelady。Shewasfullofthanksandadmiration。 Naturallyenough,theywentontothenextline,andthenextstanza,andthenextandthenext;till——shallIbebelieved?——theyhadreadawholecantoofthepoem。EuphraknewmorewordsbyagreatmanythanHugh;sothat,whatwithherknowledgeofthewords,andhisinsightintotheconstruction,theymaderareprogress。 “Whatabeautifulpassageitis!”saidEuphra。 “Itisindeed,“respondedHugh;“Ineverreadanythingmorebeautiful。“ “IwonderifitwouldbepossibletoturnthatintoEnglish。I shouldliketotry。“ “Youmeanverse,ofcourse?” “Tobesure。“ “Letustry,then。IwillbringyouminewhenIhavefinishedit。 Ifearitwilltakesometime,though,todoitwell。Shallitbeinblankverse,orwhat?” “Oh!don\'tyouthinkwehadbetterkeeptheTerzaRimaoftheoriginal?” “Asyouplease。Itwilladdmuchtothedifficulty。“ “Recreantknight!willyoushrinkfromfollowingwhereyourladyleads?” “Never!sohelpme,mygoodpen!”answeredHugh,andtookhisdeparture,withburningcheeksandatremblingattheheart。Alas! themorningwasgone。Harrywasnotinhisstudy:hesoughtandfoundhiminthelibrary,apparentlyburiedinPolexander。 “Iamsogladyouarecome,“saidHarry;“Iamsotired。“ “Whydoyoureadthatstupidbook,then?” “Oh!youknow,Itoldyou。“ “Tut!tut!nonsense!Putitaway,“saidHugh,hisdissatisfactionwithhimselfmakinghimcrosswithHarry,whofelt,inconsequence,tentimesmoredesolatethanbefore。Hecouldnotunderstandthechange。 Ifitwentillbeforewiththehoursdevotedtocommonlabour,itwentworsenow。Hughseizedeverygapoftime,andwideneditsmarginsshamefully,inordertoworkathistranslation。HefounditverydifficulttorendertheItalianinclassicalandpoeticEnglish。Thethreerhymingwords,andthemodeinwhichthestanzasareloopedtogether,addedgreatlytothedifficulty。Blankversehewouldhavefoundquiteeasycomparedtothis。Buthewouldnotblench。Thethoughtofherpraise,andoftheyetbetterfavourhemightgain,spurredhimon;andHarrywasthesacrifice。Buthewouldmakeitalluptohim,whenthiswasonceover。Indeed,hewould。 ThushebakedcakesofclaytochokethebarkingofCerberianconscience。Butitwouldgrowlnotwithstanding。 Theboy\'sspiritwassinking;butHughdidnotorwouldnotseeit。 Hisstepgrewlesselastic。Hebecamemorelistless,morelikehisformerself——saunteringaboutwithhishandsinhispockets。AndHugh,ofcourse,foundhimselfcaringlessabouthim;forthethoughtofhim,rousingasitdidthesenseofhisownneglect,hadbecometroublesome。SometimesheevenpassedpoorHarrywithoutspeakingtohim。 Gradually,however,hegrewstillfurtherintothefavourofMr。 Arnold,untilheseemedtohaveevenacquiredsomeinfluencewithhim。Mr。Arnoldwouldgooutridingwiththemhimselfsometimes,andexpressgreatsatisfaction,notonlywiththewayHarrysathispony,forwhichheaccordedHughthecreditduetohim,butwiththewayinwhichHughmanagedhisownhorseaswell。Mr。Arnoldwasagoodhorseman,andhispraisewasespeciallygratefultoHugh,becauseEuphrawasalwaysnear,andalwaysheardit。Ifear,however,thathisprogressinthegoodgracesofMr。Arnold,was,inaconsiderabledegree,theresultofthegreateranxietytoplease,whichsprungfromtheconsciousnessofnotdeservingapprobation。 Pleasingwasaneasysubstituteforwell-doing。Notacceptabletohimself,hehadthegreaterdesiretobeacceptabletoothers;andsoreflecttheside-beamsofafalseapprobationonhimself——whoneededtruelightandwouldbeill-providedforwithanysubstitute。 Foramanwhoisreceivedasamillionairecanhardlyhelpfeelinglikeoneattimes,evenifheknowshehasoverdrawnhisbanker\'saccount。ThenecessitytoHugh\'snatureoffeelingright,drovehimtothisfalsemodeofproducingthefalseimpression。Ifoneonlywantstofeelvirtuous,thereareseveralroyalroadstothatend。 But,fortunately,theenditselfwouldbeunsatisfactoryifgained; whilenotoneoftheseroadsdoesmorethanpretendtoleadeventothatlandofdelusion。 ThereactioninHugh\'smindwassometimestorturingenough。ButhehadnotstrengthtoresistEuphra,andsoreform。 Wellorilldone,atlengthhistranslationwasfinished。SowasEuphra\'s。Theyexchangedpapersforaprivatereadingfirst;andarrangedtomeetafterwards,inordertocomparecriticisms。 CHAPTERXI。 THEFIRSTMIDNIGHT。 Well,ifanythingbedamned,Itwillbetwelveo\'clockatnight;thattwelveWillneverscape。 CYRILTOURNEUR——TheRevenger\'sTragedy。 LettersarrivedatArnsteadgenerallywhilethefamilywasseatedatbreakfast。Onemorning,thepost-baghavingbeenbroughtin,Mr。 Arnoldopenedithimself,accordingtohisunvaryingcustom;andfound,amongstotherletters,oneinanold-fashionedfemalehand,which,afterreadingit,hepassedtoEuphra。 “YourememberMrs。Elton,Euphra?” “Quitewell,uncle——adearoldlady!” Buttheexpressionwhichpassedacrossherface,ratherbeliedherwords,andseemedtoHughtomean:“Ihopesheisnotgoingtoboreusagain。“ Shetookcare,however,toshownosignwithregardtothecontentsoftheletter;but,layingitbesideheronthetable,waitedtohearheruncle\'smindfirst。 “Poor,deargirl!”saidheatlast。“Youmusttrytomakeherascomfortableasyoucan。Thereisconsumptioninthefamily,yousee,“headded,withameditativesigh。 “OfcourseIwill,uncle。Poorgirl!Ihopethereisnotmuchamissthough,afterall。“ But,asshespoke,anirrepressibleflashofdislike,ordispleasureofsomesort,brokefromhereyes,andvanished。NoonebuthimselfseemedtoHughtohaveobservedit;buthewaslearnedinthelady\'seyes,andtheirweather-signs。Mr。Arnoldrosefromthetableandlefttheroom,apparentlytowriteananswertotheletter。Assoonashewasgone,EuphragavethelettertoHugh。Hereadasfollows:—— “MYDEARMR。ARNOLD,“Willyouextendthehospitalityofyourbeautifulhousetomeandmyyoungfriend,whohasthehonourofbeingyourrelative,LadyEmilyLake?Forsometimeherhealthhasseemedtobefailing,andsheisorderedtospendthewinterabroad,atPau,orsomewhereinthesouthofFrance。Itisconsideredhighlydesirablethatinthemeantimesheshouldhaveasmuchchangeaspossible;anditoccurredtome,rememberingthecharmingmonthIpassedatyourseat,andrecallingthefactthatLadyEmilyiscousinonlyonceremovedtoyourlatemostlovelywife,thattherewouldbenoimproprietyinwritingtoaskyouwhetheryoucould,withoutinconvenience,receiveusasyourguestsforashorttime。Isayus;forthedeargirlhastakensuchafancytounworthyoldme,thatshealmostrefusestosetoutwithoutme。Nottobecumbersomeeithertoourfriendsorourselves,weshallbringonlyourtwomaids,andasteadyoldman-servant,whohasbeeninmyfamilyformanyyears——Itrustyouwillnothesitatetorefusemyrequest,shouldIhappentohavemadeitatanunsuitableseason;assured,asyoumustbe,thatwecannotattributetherefusaltoanylackofhospitalityorfriendlinessonyourpart。Atallevents,Itrustyouwillexcusewhatseems——nowI havecommittedittopaper——agreatliberty,Ihopenotpresumption,onmine。Iam,mydearMr。Arnold,“Yoursmostsincerely,“HANNAHELTON。“ Hughrefoldedtheletter,andlaiditdownwithoutremark。Harryhadlefttheroom。 “Isn\'titabore?”saidEuphra。 Hughansweredonlybyalook。Apausefollowed。 “WhoisMrs。Elton?”hesaidatlast。 “Oh,agood-heartedcreatureenough。Frightfullyprosy。“ “Butthatisawell-writtenletter?” “Oh,yes。Sheisfamedforherletter-writing;and,Ibelieve,practiseseverymorningonaslate。Itistheonlythingthatredeemsherfromabsolutestupidity。“ Euphra,withhertaperfore-finger,tappedthetable-clothimpatiently,andshiftedbackinherchair,asifstrugglingwithaninwardannoyance。 “AndwhatsortofpersonisLadyEmily?”askedHugh。 “Ihaveneverseenher。Someblue-eyedmilk-maidwithatitle,I suppose。Andinaconsumption,too!Ipresumethedeargirlisasreligiousastheoldone——Goodheavens!whatshallwedo?”sheburstoutatlength;and,risingfromherchair,shepacedabouttheroomhurriedly,butallthetimewithaglidingkindoffootfall,thatwouldhaveshakennonebutthecraziestfloor。 “DearEuphra!”Hughventuredtosay,“nevermind。Letustrytomakethebestofit。“ Shestoppedinherwalk,turnedtowardshim,smiledasifashamedanddelightedatthesamemoment,andslidoutoftheroom。HadEuphrabeenthesameallthrough,shecouldhardlyhavesmiledsowithoutbeinginlovewithHugh。 Thatmorninghesoughtheragaininherroom。TheytalkedovertheirversionsofDante。Hugh\'swascertainlythebest,forhewasmorepractisedinsuchthingsthanEuphra。Heshowedhermanyfaults,whichsheatonceperceivedtobefaults,andsoroseinhisestimation。Butatthesametimetherewereindividuallinesandpassagesofhers,whichheconsiderednotmerelybetterthanthecorrespondinglinesandpassages,butbetterthananypartofhisversion。Thishewasdelightedtosay;andsheseemedasdelightedthatheshouldthinkso。Agreatpartofthemorningwasspentthus。 “Icannotstaylonger,“saidHugh。 “Letusreadforanhour,then,afterwecomeupstairsto-night。“ “WithmorepleasurethanIdaretosay。“ “Butyoumeanwhatyoudosay?” “Youcandoubtitnomorethanmyself。“ YethedidnotlikeEuphra\'smakingtheproposal。Nomoredidheliketheflippant,almostcruelwayinwhichshereferredtoLadyEmily\'sillness。Butheputitdowntoannoyanceandhaste——gotoveritsomehow——anyhow;andbegantofeelthatifshewereadevilhecouldnothelplovingher,andwouldnothelpitifhecould。 Thehopeofmeetingheralonethatnight,gavehimspiritandenergywithHarry;andthepoorboywasmorecheeryandactivethanhehadbeenforsometime。Hethoughthisbigbrotherwasgoingtolovehimagainasatthefirst。Hugh\'streatmentofhispupilmightstillhaveseemedkindfromanother,butHarryfeltitagreatchangeinhim。 Inthecourseoftheday,Euphratookanopportunityofwhisperingtohim: “Notinmyroom——inthelibrary。“Ipresumeshethoughtitwouldbemoreprudent,inthecaseofanyinterruption。 Afterdinnerthatevening,HughdidnotgotothedrawingroomwithMr。Arnold,butoutintothewoodsaboutthehouse。Itwasearlyinthetwilight;fornowthesunsetlate。ThemonthwasJune;andtheevenarich,dreamful,rosyeven——thesleepofagorgeousday。“Itislikethesoulofagraciouswoman,“thoughtHugh,charmedintoalucidintervalofpassionbythelovelinessofthenaturearoundhim。Strangetotell,atthatmoment,insteadofthehushedgloomofthelibrary,towardswhichhewashopingandleaninginhissoul,therearosebeforehimthebare,stern,leaflesspine-wood——forwhocancallitsfoliageleaves?——withthechillywindofanorthernspringmorningblowingthroughitwithawailingnoiseofwaters; andbeneathaweirdfir-tree,lofty,gaunt,andhuge,withbaregoblinarms,contortedsweepily,inastrangeminglingofthesublimeandthegrotesque——beneaththisfir-tree,Margaretsittingononeofitstwistedroots,theveryimageofpeace,withafacethatseemedstilledbytheexpectedapproachofasacredandunknowngladness;afacethatwouldblossomthemoregloriouslybecauseitsjoydelayeditscoming。Andaboveit,thetreeshonea“still,“ almost“awfulred,“inthelevellightofthemorning。 Thevisioncameandpassed,forhedidnotinviteitsstay:itrebukedhimtothedeepestsoul。Hestrayedintroubledpleasure,restlessanddissatisfied。Woodsoftherichestgrowthwerearoundhim;heapsonheapsofleavesfloatingabovehimlikeclouds,atracklesswildernessofairygreen,whereinonemightwishtodwellforever,lookingdownintothevaultsandaislesofthelong-rangingbolesbeneath。Butnopeacecouldrestonhisface; only,atbest,afalsemask,putontohidethetroubleoftheunrestingheart。HadhebeendoinghisdutytoHarry,hisloveforEuphra,howeverunworthyshemightbe,wouldnothavetroubledhimthus。 Hecameuponanavenue。Atthefurtherendtheboughsoftheoldtrees,bareofleavesbeneath,metinaperfectpointedarch,acrosswhichwerebarredthelingeringcoloursofthesunset,transformingthewholeintoarichwindowfullofstainedglassandcomplextracery,closingupaGothicaisleinatempleofeverlastingworship。Akindofholycalmfelluponhimasheregardedthedim,dyingcolours;andthespiritofthenight,asomethingthatisneithersilencenorsound,andyetislikeboth,sankintohissoul,andmadeamomentofsummertwilightthere。Hewalkedalongtheavenueforsomedistance;andthen,leavingit,passedonthroughthewoods——SuddenlyitflasheduponhimthathehadcrossedtheGhost\'sWalk。Aslightbutcoldshudderpassedthroughtheregionofhisheart。Thenhelaughedathimself,and,asitwereindespiteofhisowntremor,turned,andcrossedyetagainthepathoftheghost。 Aspiritualepicureinhispleasures,hewouldnotspoiltheeffectofthecomingmeeting,byseeingEuphrainthedrawingroomfirst:hewenttohisownstudy,whereheremainedtillthehourhadnearlyarrived。Hetriedtowritesomeverses。Buthefoundthat,althoughthelovelyformofitsownNaiadlayonthebrinkoftheWellofSong,itswaterswouldnotflow:duringthesiroccoofpassion,itsspringswithdrawintothecoolcavesoftheLifebeneath。Atlengthherose,toomuchpreoccupiedtomindhiswantofsuccess;and,goingdownthebackstair,reachedthelibrary。 Thereheseatedhimself,andtriedtoreadbythelightofhischamber-candle。Butitwasscarcelyevenanattempt,foreverymomenthewaslookinguptothedoorbywhichheexpectedhertoenter。 Suddenlyanincreaseoflightwarnedhimthatshewasintheroom。 Howshehadenteredhecouldnottell。Onehandcarriedhercandle,thelightofwhichfellonherpaleface,withitshaloofblackness——herhair,whichlookedlikeawellofdarkness,thatthreatenedtobreakfromitsbondsandoverfloodtheroomwithasecondnight,darkenoughtoblotoutthatwhichwasnowlookingin,treefulanddeep,attheuncurtainedwindows。Theotherhandwasbusytryingtoincarcerateastraytresswhichhadescapedfromitsnet,andmadeheroliveshoulderslookwhitebesideit。 “Letitalone,“saidHugh,“letitbebeautiful。“ Butshegentlyrepelledthehandheraisedtohers,and,thoughshewasforcedtoputdownhercandlefirst,persistedinconfiningtherefractorytress;thenseatedherselfatthetable,andtakingfromherpocketthemanuscriptwhichHughhadbeencriticisinginthemorning,unfoldedit,andshowedhimallthepassageshehadobjectedto,neatlycorrectedoraltered。Itwaswonderfullydoneforthetimeshehadhad。Hewentoveritallwithheragain,seatedclosetoher,theirfacesalmostmeetingastheyfollowedthelines。Theyhadjustfinishedit,andwereabouttocommencereadingfromtheoriginal,whenHugh,whomissedasheetofEuphra\'stranslation,stoopedunderthetabletolookforit。Afewmomentswerespentinthesearch,beforehediscoveredthatEuphra\'sfootwasuponit。Hebeggedhertomovealittle,butreceivednoreplyeitherbywordoract。Lookingupinsomealarm,hesawthatshewaseitherasleeporinafaint。Byanimpulseinexplicabletohimselfatthetime,hewentatoncetothewindows,anddrewdownthegreenblinds。Whenheturnedtowardsheragain,shewasrevivingorawaking,hecouldnottellwhich。 “Howstupidofmetogotosleep!”shesaid。“Letusgoonwithourreading。“ Theyhadreadforabouthalfanhour,whenthreetapsupononeofthewindows,slight,butpeculiar,andasifgivenwiththepointofafinger,suddenlystartledthem。Hughturnedatoncetowardsthewindows;but,ofcourse,hecouldseenothing,havingjustloweredtheblinds。HeturnedagaintowardsEuphra。Shehadastrangewildlook;herlipswereslightlyparted,andhernostrilswide;herfacewasrigid,andglimmeringpaleasdeathfromthecloudofherblackhair。 “Whatwasit?”saidHugh,affectedbyherfearwiththehorroroftheunknown。Butshemadenoanswer,andcontinuedstaringtowardsoneofthewindows。Heroseandwasabouttoadvancetoit,whenshecaughthimbythehandwithagraspofwhichherswouldhavebeenincapableexceptundertheinfluenceofterror。Atthatmomentaclockintheroombegantostrike。Itwasaslowclock,andwentondeliberately,strikingone……two……three……tillithadstrucktwelve。Everystrokewasablowfromthehammeroffear,andhisheartwasthebell。Hecouldnotbreathefordreadsolongastheawfulclockwasstriking。Whenithadended,theylookedateachotheragain,andHughbreathedonce。 “Euphra!”hesighed。 Butshemadenoanswer;sheturnedhereyesagaintooneofthewindows。Theywerebothstanding。Hesoughttodrawhertohim,butsheyieldednomorethanamarblestatue。 “IcrossedtheGhost\'sWalkto-night,“saidhe,inahardwhisper,scarcelyknowingthatheutteredit,tillheheardhisownwords。 Theyseemedtofalluponhisearasifspokenbysomeoneoutsidetheroom。Shelookedathimoncemore,andkeptlookingwithafixedstare。Graduallyherfacebecamelessrigid,andhereyeslesswild。Shecouldmoveatlast。 “Come,come,“shesaid,inahurriedwhisper。“Letusgo——no,no,notthatway;“——asHughwouldhaveledhertowardstheprivatestair——“letusgothefrontway,bytheoakstaircase。“ Theywentuptogether。Whentheyreachedthedoorofherroom,shesaid,“Goodnight,“withoutevenlookingathim,andpassedin。 Hughwenton,inastateofutterbewilderment,tohisownapartment;shutthedoorandlockedit——athinghehadneverdonebefore;lightedboththecandlesonhistable;andthenwalkedupanddowntheroom,trying,likeoneawarethatheisdreaming,tocometohisrealself。 “Pshaw!”hesaidatlast。“Itwasonlyalittlebird,oralargemoth。Howodditisthatdarknesscanmakeafoolofone!Iamashamedofmyself。IwishIhadgoneoutatthewindow,ifonlytoshowEuphraIwasnotafraid,thoughofcoursetherewasnothingtobeseen。“ Ashesaidthisinhismind,——hecouldnothavespokenitaloud,forfearofhearinghisownvoiceinthesolitude,——hewenttooneofthewindowsofhissitting-room,whichwasnearlyoverthelibrary,andlookedintothewood——Coulditbe?——Yes——Hedidseesomethingwhite,glidingthroughthewood,awayinthedirectionoftheGhost\'sWalk。Itvanished;andhesawitnomore。